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It wasn’t easy finding information on Camp Crystal Lake. He did his usual visit to the local library and was disappointed at the lack of coverage. Some of the articles were ruined, unable to be read with smudges of black on the copies they had saved and when he asked the librarian about it, he was told to stop digging into something that was dead. Alex wasn’t happy with that response. Instead of doing what she suggested he grabbed his things and decided to ask around. The locals could be a better source of information than old newspapers sometimes.

First stop was a bit of a dive but had pretty decent food and people who talked loud enough for him to eavesdrop. The locals were gossiping about someone named Tommy Jarvis. Alex frowns down at his basket of fried chicken strips and reaches for the small notebook he kept in his front pocket. When he’d met with the Dier’s they’d said that there was someone who was insistent on the camp being in danger still, and sure enough the name he wrote down was Tommy. He’d have to try and find him, which may be easier said than done, but he was here to help and helping didn’t mean taking the easy route.

Alex pays for his food and leaves. The next place to check out on his list was the police station. There was a decent chance they’d be helpful or at the least willing to humor him to get him out of the area faster. He never identified who he was when he showed up to work a case, not that he expected the local PD to know of him, but it was better to say he was a freelance journalist than the person writing stories that exposed police inefficiency at different points around the nation.

He’s just glad this place was only an hour or so away from where he lived, making it one of the closest stories he’d covered since freshman year of college...Which was only a few years ago. Weird to think about.

He rounds the street corner and spots the police building up ahead. Alex mentally prepares himself for talking with law enforcement, but stops at the stairs leading up into the building when a guy slams the doors open on his way out, looking irritated. A detective, if the casual business Friday look is anything to go off of, steps out behind the guy in the denim jacket and shouts, “I mean it Tommy! Let it go!” That sounds a lot like a threat, and Alex might consider it one if the detective didn’t have bags for his bags and exhaustion weighing his shoulders down. 

Wait – Tommy?

Alex does a full one-eighty and jogs to catch up to him.

“Tommy Jarvis?” He outpaces him with some very quick steps and turns around, walking backwards so he’s they’re face to face. “Uh, this is going to be a little out of left field but you’re exactly who I was looking for.” To help get information on the murders from one Jason Voorhees, to make sure the cops did something. “I’m Alex, by the way.” He doesn’t offer a hand, not wanting to pressure him into returning the greeting if he didn’t want to.

“I’m trying to get some information about Crystal Lake.” Specifically about the supposed murderer behind everything who the Dier’s were very concerned about.

#pocketknlves #❝ CATCH YOU IF YOU STUMBLE ❞ … pocketknlves #❝ PUTTING A STOP TO IT ❞ … threading #Ⓥ VIOLENCE APLENTY … slasher #// yyYEET let me know if you need anything adjusted or changed #i did some assumptions here so I AM HAPPY TO CHANGE ANYTHING AS NEED BE

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canon dialogue starter call !    /    @pocketknlves​​​​

        ❝    she called me a MONSTER   …   because i didn’t try to run,   because i fought back,   because i beat them at their own GAME   …   but maybe  -  i mean   …   i had the CHANCE   …   maybe i should’ve just run.   maybe she was right,  and i’m no better than THEM.    ❞

#pocketknlves #🐑 v e r s e 0 1 4 … ❛ wake up in summer; everything’s a bummer ❜ #ouch #WELL THEN....my strategy of scrolling to random pages #decided that we will have sad times in this chili's tonight #you don't have to keep it limited to dialogue!! #go ham or don't #whatever you're vibing!!

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@pocketknlves​ asked;;' i can’t believe i was stupid enough to go back there. '

     Hot afternoon rays, soaking up heat from the risen sun, laying out by the lakeside. Distant chatter of teens hum about the summer’s day, Visconti seated off close by, body slung off in a ratty beach chair.

     The camp hung no interest to the gambler. No flashing neon, topless partners nor shimmering booze. As if there was much of a choice, community service had been deemed the appropriate amount of justice for Ace. After been found evading taxes ( which he considered laughable, his lists of wrongdoings were a bit longer than a mere few missed payments to the government ) his sentence came with a price tag of being a piss poor camp supervisor. 

     Wishing the plastic bottle in his lap held more than just water, Visconti barely hears Tommy wonder up to his resting spot. Sunglasses are pulled down to give the boy a look of acknowledgment, gaze soon turning back to the water, slumping further into the old wood. 

     ❝ ¿De qué estás hablando? Did you mean too stupid enough to go back to the cooler an’ get me a cold beer? That doesn’t sound stupid ta me. ❞

     A slippery grin, head tilted back, amusement dancing on his features.  

     ❝  Is this about that axe killer?... Rabid hockey player?...❞

#☎{ gruesome summer || friday the 13th #✉{ offerings || asks #T1;; What are you talking about? #// i hope this works!! let me know if i need to change something #ace vc: i hate nature and i hate kids i don't want to be here #pocketknlves

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❛❛    got    caught    up    again    in    a    moment    -        more    than    i    wanted    to    .    ❜❜

@pocketknlves​    |    𝘿𝙄𝘿𝙉 '𝙏 𝘼𝙎𝙆 , 𝙂𝙀𝙏𝙎 𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝙔𝙒𝘼𝙔𝙎

#odd cryptic vulnerability??? it's the ronnie brand #also I HOPE U DONT MIND i just... am vibing with them severely so i wanted to throw something at u!! #the song is no way out by warpaint; its like. a cornerstone of every ronnie playlist i make lmao #❝ - 𝙄 '𝘿 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄 𝘿𝙄𝘿 . / in character. #pocketknlves #❝ - 𝙄 '𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙆 𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙄𝙏 . / queue.

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#switchblade #penknife #pocketknlves #pocketknife #pocket knife #knifenut #weapons #weapon #collection #colection #aesthtetic #aesthetics #aesthetic #aestheitcs

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@pocketknlves: “ you wouldn’t believe what i’ve been through. ”

           the tone is joking, you know that, but that eternally serious little voice in your head says try me. you’ve seen it all, or at least most of it. cruelty + sympathy, pitiful begging + fanatic arrogance. a small hint of a smile pulls at the side of your mouth, almost challenging. “you, um -- y’might be surprised. try me.”

i’ve been putting out fires with gasoline.   /   accepting.

#pocketknlves #† → * v. post canon. ❞ #† → * answered. ❞ #carrie w all her Experiences: i can almost guarantee ill believe u but ok

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@pocketknlves​  said :  ‘ i  know  it  sounds  crazy.  i  sound  crazy!  you  think  i  don’t  know  that? ’ 

     mania  isn’t  something  to  which  ash  would  consider  himself  a  stranger.  in  fact,  it  hits  far  too  close  to  home.  his  return  to  elk  grove  after  that  fateful  trip  to  the  woods,  and  the  outlandish  stories  he  spun  insistently  to  anyone  who’d  listen  --  not  that  many  did,  dubbing  him  a  freak,  a  killer,  even  coining  the  moniker  ‘ ashy  slashy ’  to  accuse  him  of  murdering  all  of  his  friends. 

      but  isn’t  that  exactly  what  happened?  they  all  turned  into  those  things,  and  he  had  to  step  up,  had  to  protect  himself.  had  to  listen  to  their  taunts  as  they  wore  the  warped  faces  of  his  friends  ( his  linda )  and  he  hacked  them  into  little  pieces  over  and  over  and  over  ----- 

      hold  up.  this  isn’t  about  him  right  now.  he  can  empathize  with  tommy’s  frustration,  his  crazed  rantings  that  would  sound  like  something  out  of  a  bad  science - fiction  novel  to  any  outsiders.  the  pleading  look  in  the  boy’s  wide  eyes  does  not  go  unnoticed.  it  is  not  unfamiliar.  it  lingers  in  some  small  part  of  his  heart,  beaten  down  and  hidden  away  out  of  sight  after  years  upon  years  of  intolerance  and  disbelief.  he,  too,  had  been  a  scared  young  man,  once. 

       but  he  had  also  been  alone,  isolated  and  ostracized  from  everything  and  everyone he  knew  because  of  his  claims.  and  he  doesn’t  intend  to  make  tommy  endure  that  same  experience. 

      ‘ 𝐡𝐞𝐲.  𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧, ’   he  says,  and  his  voice  is  far  more  forceful,  more  serious  than  usual.   ‘ just  ‘cause  it  sounds  crazy  doesn’t  mean  it  ain’t  true.  i  believe  you,  kid,  so  just--  give  it  a  rest,  yeah?  slow  down  and  tell  me  how  i  can  help. ’ 

#ash 🤝 tommy #final boys............ #pocketknlves #❛ 𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬. the hero always wins‚ but i am no hero.

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oops    my    hand    slipped! for    @pocketknlves    because    we    deserve    this.

❝    tommy,    right?    ❞    such    a    simple    name    for    such    a    complicated    youth.    seems    like    people    who    are    destined    for    much    grander    things    should    go    by    much    grander    names    —    like    heracles,    or    perseus.    but    not    everyone’s    worthy    of    being    considered    a    greek    hero    these    days,    &&    those    that    are    usually    shy    away    from    the    spotlight.    finding    it    foreign    &&    blinding    like    a    thousand - watt    bulb,    rather    than    natural    &&    warming    like    the    sun’s    golden    rays.    ❝    do    you    mind    if    i    take    a    few    minutes    of    your    time?    ❞    what’s    he    going    to    do?    say    no?    as    if    anyone    here    has    anything    better    to    do    than    whatever    dwight    could    possibly    ask    of    them.    after    all    —    he    is    in    charge    around    these    parts.    ❝    just    a    stroll    through    the    woods,    get    to    know    each    other    a    little    bit    better,    yeah?    ❞

#pocketknlves #closed starter. #v. IT WAS AN ORDEAL‚ AN EXERCISE IN AGONY. dbd. #me vs Not writing like isaac marion lmao #listen his style is just... so Fun #it's casual while still being poetic and has a very natural flow #we stan 'stream of consciousness' writing styles in this house

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🎶 RAINBOW KITTEN SURPRISE’S HOW TO: FRIEND, LOVE, FREEFALL. ( 2018 ) STARTERS PT I. | | | |   ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ       ❛ i’ll make a deal with you. ❜ and the deal is questionable and we may die in the woods

“I’ll make a deal with you.” Tommy says out of the blue, which means Alex has an excuse to look way from the newspapers he’d been reading through to see what it is Tommy’s up to. He closes his notepad and leans back in the creaky chair, balancing on the back legs in what’s probably a precarious fashion, but he figures he’s lived a good life if falling backwards ends up being his downfall.

Alex snorts at his own joke which would be awkward to try and explain, so he ignores the confused look on Tommy’s face as he sets all four legs back on the ground.

“Okay, I’m all ears.” And down for just about anything. Since having driven north to investigate the case given to him by local grieving parents, he’d been having a bit of a hard time getting anywhere or rather, getting any tangible information. But there were people’s lives on the line, so it was important for them to do this right and to do it right the first time. Alex stands up and walks over to where Tommy had been staring out the cabin window. They’re not close enough to be in direct danger – or so Alex assumes, but the outermost trees that encircle the property of Crystal Lake are within walking distance.

“Although if this is going to be a potential death outing deal, I’d like to get one last burger in me.” He’s only half joking since he knows there’s a very real possibility of dying here and he’s not about to go out on an empty stomach. Alex breathes out a sigh, appearing more somber after he does. “And to give my mom a call.” Not that he’d let her know what was happening, but he didn’t like the idea of going out to face what sounded like a fucking living nightmare without getting one last ‘ani ohev otah.’ Alex folds his arms and glances over at Tommy, “Or is this a regular-Jason-unrelated deal?” He seriously doubts it is, but asks anyway.

@pocketknlves​

#pocketknlves #✉ AMA … response posted #// i done did goofed #SO TAKE TWO. #thank you for sending this in #i love ONE final boi

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@pocketknlves​  said:    “Don’t worry, I’m not crazy… at least, I don’t think so.” from:    silent hill sentence starters / always accepting !

         IT’S SAID LIGHTLY, BUT HITS HER LIKE A PUNCH TO THE GUT.  her expression goes from something that could be described as peaceful to narrowed eyes and a thin frown.  his tone is disregarded entirely, because ... she’s been called that word too many times, knows that he has too, to be able to take his statement as solely a joke.  she stands closer to him, shortens the height difference by standing on her toes so that they’re closer to being eye to eye.  she just ... needs him to know that she’s being serious.  ❝  DO NOT EVER  say anything like that again ... even as a joke ... because you aren’t.  ❞

         ❝  i don’t know who put that in your head ...  ❞ ... and they’d better be praying to whatever god or cosmic force they believe in that she never finds out.  it wouldn’t end well for anyone.  though, it would be rather ironic to have tommy be the one picking her up from the police station afterwards.  she lets out a breath, and it comes out shaky.  ❝  you are the most not crazy person i’ve ever met, TOMMY JARVIS.  ❞

         ❝  and if anyone ever tries to tell you that you’re anything other than a genuinely GOOD GUY with an absolute, pure HEART OF GOLD ...  ❞  she pokes his chest once for each of the last three words, right over his heart.  her nose scrunches in disgust at the figurative people who simply can’t see past the scars and the trauma and the defensiveness that’s only there to keep him alive.  her eyes are misty when she looks back up at him, mouth set into a firm line, because ... that’s a burden that she’d gladly bear for him ... but she can’t.  she can’t take that weight off of him any more than she can hold those people down by their hair and make them see, make them see tommy for who he is.

         ❝  ... then they’re just jealous that they could never be as SELFLESS and CARING as you are.  ❞ ... and then she asks, because she needs to know that he’s actually listening to what she’s saying, not letting it flow in one ear and out the other, that he isn’t just humoring her ... because she’s done that too many times ...  and the last thing she wants is for him to be like her.  the question is so quiet that she wonders if he’d even be able to hear it if they weren’t standing so close, and comes out much more desperate and pleading than she intends ...  ❝ ... okay  ?  ❞

#pocketknlves #🐑 a n s w e r e d … ❛ to love and to lose and to still be kind ❜ #🐑 v e r s e 0 1 4 … ❛ wake up in summer; everything’s a bummer ❜ #🐑 n e s s & t o m m y ... ❛ you’ve seen things that shook your core; should’ve walked away instead ❜ / p o c k e t k n l v e s #i am sorry she just.....went off #bc she is v concerned about thomas #she simply cares too much about him tbh #i do not know how to put into words how much she really do care

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𝙔𝙊𝙐    𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙉’𝙏    𝙒𝙊𝙆𝙀𝙉    𝙐𝙋    ,        and    every    second    this    nightmare    drags    on    is    one    more    second    ticking    down    towards    the    moment    this    man    ,        monster    ,        hybrid    ,        whatever    finds    you    and    turns    you    into    another    corpse    strewn    across    the    campsite    .        you’ve    tripped    over    aj    ,        watched    tiff    get    dragged    away    by    her    hair    ,        heard    chad’s    scream    of    terror    -        abruptly    stop    .

you’d    sent    out    a    distress    signal    ,        from    a    radio    tower    in    one    of    the    cabins    you    weren’t    supposed    to    be    going    into    -        so    you    had    no    idea    what    frequency    it    was    tuned    to    ,        where    the    message    would    go    ,        if    it    would    even    be    heard    by    anyone    instead    of    just    becoming    interference    in    someone’s    television    static    .        but    he’d    come    -        some    sort    of    protector    ,        maybe    a    soldier    ,        experienced    and    war    -    weary    ,        scary    in    a    way    that    made    you    feel    safe    .        danger    in    a    way    that    you    could    hide    behind    .        he    came    with    a    gun    and    a    furied    fear    that    made    you    dread    what    was    to    come    next    .

you’d    been    trying    to    group    up    the    others    ,        the    two    of    you    ;        but    you    hadn’t    found    any    of    them    .        you    swallow    harshly    ,        trying    to    stomach    the    thought    ,        the    feeling    that    you    might    be    the    sole    survivor    .        you    stay    with    tommy    ,        he    says    his    name    is    -        veronica    ,        you    give    in    exchange    ,        and    wonder    if    he’ll    be    the    last    person    you’ll    ever    introduce    yourself    to    .

the    both    of    you    walk    silently    ,        as    quietly    as    you    can    ,        but    you    see    the    mask    up    ahead    and    try    to    bite    back    a    gasp    -        clutching    to    his    arm    ,        unsure    if    you’re    frozen    in    fear    or    grounding    yourself    on    him    so    you    don’t    bolt    off    like    a    wounded    animal    .        he’s    close    enough    ;        jason    ,        you’ve    been    told    is    his    name    ,        that    you    can    see    the    blood    on    his    clothes    -        some    older    than    other    patches    ,        wet    and    gleaming    contrasting    to    brown    and    dried    .        you    try    not    to    think    about    which    of    your    new    friends    each    streak    belongs    to    .

he    reels    back    his    arm    ,        and    before    you    know    what’s    happening    ,        tommy’s    pushing    you    behind    him    and    throwing    himself    in    front    -        you    can    only    comprehend    your    fingers    tightening    in    his    denim    jacket    ,        keeping    yourself    upright    ,        but    feeling    him    go    slightly    limp    in    front    of    you    .        you    peer    around    his    arm    ,        and    you    see    what    he’s    saved    you    from    -        a    throwing    knife    ,        embedded    in    his    abdomen    ,        a    wound    quickly    bleeding    and    an    injury    you    know    you    wouldn’t    have    been    able    to    survive    .        you    don’t    know    if    tommy    can    ,        either    -        he    curls    over    ,        hand    over    the    wound    ,        and    you    panic    .

❛❛    c’mon    ,    ❜❜        you    whisper    ,        terrified    ,        looking    over    him    to    where    jason    steadily    progresses    towards    the    two    of    you    .        ❛❛    you    gotta    get    up    ,        please    .    ❜❜        your    tone    gets    louder    ,        frantic    ,        wet    with    tears    of    fear    and    desperation    -        there’s    no    way    out    of    here    without    him    .        he    took    the    shot    for    you    ,        and    he    saved    your    life    ,        but    there’s    not    a    chance    in    hell    you’ll    survive    if    he    dies    for    you    .        ❛❛    i    can’t    make    it    alone    ,        please    ,        we’re    almost    there    -    ❜❜

@pocketknlves​     said    :     [    sacrifice    ] 

#❝ - 𝙁𝙐𝙀𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝘽𝙔 𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝙒𝙀 𝙋𝘼𝙔 𝙄𝙉 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿 . / f13 verse. #❝ - 𝙄 '𝘿 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄 𝘿𝙄𝘿 . / in character. #❝ - 𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆 ; 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 '𝙎 𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 . / tommy jarvis. #pocketknlves #HRM..... I DO HAVE ONE QUESTION THOUGH AND THAT IS W H Y #once again; i powercry

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“ my mind is so loud and i’m afraid it’ll never be quiet again. ” (hello ! o/ )

It was rare, if ever, that Nancy felt like she could trust someone with the way her thoughts worked.  There had been the guilt over Barb’s death that followed after her like her own shadow, and even a year later, the brunette still found it impossible to close her eyes for too long.

Not to mention, everything else she had been through.  The Upside Down.  The Demogorgon.  

“I get it.  You sometimes wish you could turn your thoughts off for even an hour just to sleep properly for once,” she replied, her voice gentle but firm, blue eyes looking over to Tommy’s grey.  In a lot of ways, the two of them were just two opposites sides of the same coin, and maybe that was why Nancy felt almost at ease around him.  It was one thing for her to express her fears and genuine nightmares with her brother, or her ex, but it got to a point where Nancy felt... just humored.  “It’s such...,” she lets the sentence hang in the air, before a small laugh on a breath of air followed, “Bullshit.”

#I GOT IT! [answered] #ah yes the final girl and the final boy meet ~ #pocketknlves

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@pocketknlves​ said :   ✤  -  lacing your fingers into theirs and holding their hand 

      there’s  a  certain  comfort  to  be  found  in  tommy’s  presence,  simply  knowing  that  he’s  nearby.  they’d  escaped  from  hell  together,  narrowly  survived  a  bloodbath  that  otherwise  surely  would’ve  claimed  chad’s  life.  for  that,  he’s  grateful,  and  yet  there’s  a  small  part  of  him  that  thinks  tommy’s  wasting  his  time,  his  efforts, on  a  nervous  wreck  of  a  boy  that  would  sooner  cling  to  him,  unashamed,  than  speak  to  another  soul.  ‘ i  don’t  deserve  you ’  constantly  lingers  just  behind  his  lips,  daring  to  burst  forth  at  the  most  inopportune  times,  when  his  head  is  dark  and  stormy  and  his  heart  wants  to  give  out  completely. 

       truly,  what  is  worse  --  dying,  or  living  like  this? 

       his  chest  is  tight,  lungs  constricted  in  the  throes  of  a  sensation  all  too  familiar  –  a  panic  disorder,  they’d  said,  when  he  was  but  a  child  having  difficulty  with  even  the  most  minimal  of  interactions.  he’d  been  pulled  out  of  school  halfway  through  the  year,  taught  instead  within  the  safety  of  his  own  home.  college  had  been  his  first  real  exposure  to  a  “normal”  social  life,  as  well  as  the  drugs  he  often  pumped  into  his  system  for  a  momentary  respite  from  overwhelming  stress,  a  way  to  speak  more  easily  to  strangers.      it’s  only  when  tommy  speaks  that  he’s  pulled  back  to  earth,  back  to  the  ground  that  he  now  realizes  isn’t  caving  beneath  him  and  swallowing  him  whole.  large  blue  eyes  stare  into  tommy’s,  grasping  desperately  for  something  concrete,  something  familiar,  something  comforting   —–   and  with  a  shuddering  breath,  he  finds  it  as  pale  fingers  entangle  themselves  within  his  boyfriend’s.  it’s  a  foreign  feeling,  having  someone  that  truly  cares  for  and  looks  out  for  him,  but  he’s  learning.  they  both  are.  

      ‘ i’m--  f-fuck.  sorry. ’   it’s  a  struggle  to  speak,  to  enunciate  exactly  how  he  feels  in  this  moment.  their  shared  traumas  manifest  in  different  ways ;  where  chad  shuts  down  and  closes  in  on  himself,  tommy  steps  up  in.  one  of  these  days,  chad  wants  to  be  able  to  do  the  same  for  him. 

     he  wants  more  than  anything  to  reach  into  his  pocket  with  shaky  fingers  and  pop  several  pills  into  his  mouth  with  the  hopes  that  they’ll  ease  the  shudder  threatening  to  jerk  at  his  shoulders,  but  instead,  he  gives  a  light  squeeze  at  tommy’s  hand,  gaze  pointedly  averted.  almost  shyly,  he  shuffles  closer,  takes  some  solace  in  the  familiar  scent  of  tommy’s  denim  jacket,  the  faint  smell  of  his  soap.

      ‘ can...  can  we  go  s-somewhere  else?  just...  for  a  while. ’

#WOO this got. kinda long #❛ 𝐝𝐲𝐧. 𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐤𝐧𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬. be gentle‚ it's just my heart that you're holding. #❛ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. all i know is that i don't feel safe anywhere. #pocketknlves

[voidvoyeur]

NONVERBAL PROMPTS. / @pocketknlves​ sent:  🔪 do u want to get little a ds’d as a treat. 

Michael forces him to limp, like a bored child severing the leg of a spider to see how far it can skitter away.            And Tommy still runs, dragging his feet through the dry dirt, hauling his shoulders around condensed mazes where walls of metal grate and moan, a catacomb of cars and steel and the stuff so much more formidable than muscle and bone - yet still compactable. Sometimes Michael is close enough to smell the coagulating blood on his jacket, then the killer slows - letting Tommy limp further away. Others did the same before they were swallowed by the sky, despite Tommy’s efforts to ensure they would escape -- efforts that earned him his own name in Michael’s mind.           But the chase is a game that eventually becomes tedious once a circuit of the area has been complete. None of them the wiser to where the hatch had opened, no telltale choral hum or black smoke swarming past Michael’s periphery. The next time he is within striking distance of Tommy’s back, he commits to finally destroying the space between them. The arc of his blade drives down into his back, steel singing against a spine.           He doesn’t watch Tommy crawl, soon bending down to haul the limp body over his shoulder, following an unspoken order that beckons him towards a hook.           But pain — sharp and jagged — strikes deep into his shoulder. Groaning in frustration, the vulnerable sound suppressed by his mask, his arm goes limp and he drops the body; unable to fight the mechanical process that binds him to function under imposed law. The loss is an acute suffering, felt in the flesh of his back where a wound does not bleed but has still left him incapacitated, enough so that Tommy can regain some distance.

Sick with indignance, Michael wrenches the shard from his back, only to stand still once it is dropped aside. Refusing to continue the chase, he watches Tommy stumble away.           Unsated, the open sky yawns above him, a bile shade of green.

#pocketknlves #bad seed / DEAD BY DAYLIGHT. #( OoOOOOOh this is a treat 4 me ... thank u for sending i owe u my life #michael however !!!! definitely not vibing ..

[finalvlog-a]

pocketknlves asked: ★ holds out my hands

@pocketknlves​​​ | Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character. accepting

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better 

Alex could easily slip into ‘you’re like a family’ territory with Tommy. The guy seems pretty alone and like he’s at the end of his rope in handling his past that keeps comin’ back to haunt him. Helping out other people is Alex’s thing, and a weakness of his so Tommy is probably stuck with him. Alex will adopt the guy into his family. ACTUALLY, Tommy would be a perfect partner for the things Alex investigates in the slasher verse and they’d probably be a good foil for one another as a team. 

Anyway Tommy’s invited to Hanukkah at the Kalinsky’s.

#pocketknlves #✉ AMA … response posted #// fills ur hands with meme answers

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@pocketknlves​​​   said:    1. a kiss on the top of the head                                           /  the shyest possible one we could do HWGDSD from:    spots to kiss  /  always accepting  !

         SHE ALMOST DOESN’T FEEL IT.  ness almost writes it off as a MISTAKE, some misplaced, inadvertent touch … but it lingers, purposefully.  it does its job well, or at least what her best guess at tommy’s intention is.  it makes her smile, even as she ducks her head and trusts that her hair will cover most of her face.  it’s second nature to divert, to change the subject from anything that makes her uncomfortable.  it isn’t that she’s not appreciative, she’s more comfortable with him kissing her than she expected … but there’s still the apprehension that comes with a lost familiarity with affection.  it makes her feel more at ease with indirect words, ones with a subtle thank you hidden between syllables than in attempting physical reciprocation.

         ❝  you know … i’m … really, really glad i met you … and that you let me stick around.  ❞  she knows CRYSTAL LAKE is hardly the safest place in the world to be.  she knows because she trusts tommy, believes everything he’s ever been willing to tell her about the blood that’s stained the blue lake water.  ness is quiet with the realization of how irrelevant that knowledge is to her.

         she still feels safe here, safer than she can ever remember feeling at HOME.  there was always a lingering feeling of something amiss, something dark living under the dirt beneath her feet … but there’s none of that here, not around tommy.  there’s only the quiet sort of safety that settles her nerves and her runaway heart … and even jason voorhees can’t change that.  ❝  i don’t think i’ve ever said that … and i should have.  ❞

#pocketknlves #🐑 a n s w e r e d … ❛ to love and to lose and to still be kind ❜ #🐑 v e r s e 0 1 4 … ❛ wake up in summer; everything’s a bummer ❜ #i am simply thinking about that one time that tommy told her that he was glad he met her #and that she's finally saying it back #......poetic cinema