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junkmixart · 2 days
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Vance is up to trouble with his slasher inspirations. The slasher on his left is from a movie called "Cherry Falls."
We got 21 hours left! We're super duper close to reaching our "Color the comic" stretch goal! Let's slash that last goal!
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TW:gore, blood
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le4therfxce · 2 days
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I got my gf into TCM and she made this lmfao.
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doddleasther · 3 days
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☎️💣 Ghost"Face" 💀🖤
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Wanted to draw Ghost as Ghostface for so long...ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧
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suwann-11 · 2 days
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Ghost face but soul eater
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(I actually did the Jill & Charlie version too but the color isn’t right😞)
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shupito · 2 days
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Dropping in to say, I adore your art, Jason especially 😭🫶 Love our slashers and those who draw them so georgously!!
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Thank yoouuuu🫶
They're just silly and I either try to draw them gorgeously or cursed :>
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past-employee · 4 hours
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fvckuiloveu · 1 day
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god i love pathetic men
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oinkinpigprince · 2 days
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My friends(hostages) and I (tied them down and forced them to) watched the Texas chainsaw massacre one and two(I held them at gun point and kept wiggling happily) and I had silly little thoughts about my favorite little spleens :33(I love them so much it physically hurts)
I bet playing hide and seek w/ them would be a special kind of fun! Ik I have a lot of request for smiling friends and I pinky promise to get them done rlly soon this is just a little self indulgence
Hide and seek with the sawyer family!!!!!! Yeah!!!
Bubba
They are so bad at it, it hurts. Listen, they are so big and bulky and too excited to play, they can’t hide anywhere and they aren’t that creative.
Cabinets are a no go, under the bed is laughable, I think they’d be the type to try and hide under a bunch of stuffies
They’re most likely to be hiding in closets and maybe the bathroom, probably behind the couch is a good place to look
Although you can easily find them cause if he sees or hears you getting closer they might start to giggle, it’s just so much fun!!!!
But when you do find them, the chase is fucking on. They may not look it but they are quick, bubba just has a hard time rounding corners quickly so that’s where they have trouble :((
When you do finally tag them, they’ll squeal and grab you, spinning you around. THAT WAS SO MUCH FUN!!!!!!!! You two may get told off but it’s worth it
Bubba finding you is a pretty similar story. They are very observant but they’re still pretty giggly. Also with their loud ass stomps you can hear them coming and quickly change spots
When they do find you, oh fuck it’s over, doesn’t even think just quickly grabs you and hugs you tight. THEY WON!! It’s a lot of fun but low key scary when you can hear their foot steps approaching.
Nubbins
Loudest person you’ve ever met, how hard could it be? Once that game starts and you finish counting that boy is GONE
Although nubbins is pretty tall at a generous 6’2 he is skinny and loves small spaces so he quickly finds the smallish space he can cram himself in
A space you’d never think of looking and he is silent, it’s like he disappeared off the face of the fucking earth. He’s happy too, he doesn’t get bored which is surprising.
Nubbins will just lay there happily day dreaming til someone else unintentionally finds him and he cusses them out. Then you find him
Nubbins doesn’t care for the chase as much as the hiding so you easily tag him, he just can’t wait to find you :o))))))
You can also hear nubbins, but his is more, taunting. He likes to pretend he’s hunting you, and oh boy, it feels like he’s threatening you. You can hear him from the hall “heeeeeere kitty kitty k-kitty kitty kitty, where are you?” Your blood runs cold
Sitting in your hiding space steadying your breathing praying he doesn’t find you, there no hell you’d be able to out run a man who spends all day racing cars to scrap dead animal corpses off hot pavement!
When it goes quiet and you think you’re in the clear. You peak out and don’t see anything, so you swallow your fear and quickly stalk out to go and change hiding spaces. Then BAM!! He got you! Ha! You should see your space
He hollows as you scream curling his body around yours, he eats up your terrified screams. He just hugs you tight and lays on the ground as you squirm trying to get away, he’ll pepper your neck with kisses as he pinches your cheeks. You’re so cute when you’re scared!
Choptop
Oh Robby rob, oh dear Robert bobert, you asked him to play hide and seek, for fun! What’s the harm that could happen! You know this man a little eccentric, but you had zero clue what you got yourself into. Playing hide and seek, with a VIETNAM war vet
He agrees, excited as fuck. Never have you seen him agree so quickly to something. Before you finish saying the words he’s making you count to ten.
First round goes fine, it’s completely normal and not weird he hit under a bed and chased you around the house when he found you. Fun!
Next round, you looked around giddily, looking where trying to find him. That’s when you stood in the living room and felt, something went drip onto your forehead. You looked up, HE WAS ON THE FUCKING CEILING AND HE SPAT ON YOU!!!
Laughed as you tried to tag him, taunting you and spat on you some more until you got a step stool and he just dropped, landed on all fours and scrambled away faster than god
You had to have nubbins AND bubba help you catch him. That man was unstoppable. He only relented after a while cause he wanted to have his turn seeking.
Waiting patiently for footsteps and you heard none. You figured maybe he was at the other side of the house. That’s when you glanced slightly and saw, a glimpse of a smiling man in your peripheral. Two inches away from your face.
Screaming you dashed for the exit with him hot on your trail. He was toying with you the entire time. Laughing, always just behind you. He could have caught you easily but just wanted to see you run from him
Have you seen where he was chasing stretch and he just leaped onto the bridge and climbed on. Yeah he did that to you, that man was not messing around
As soon as it started it ended with you cornered and panting, he didn’t even break a sweat. He just gently pats your face and says “got ya!” Before shouting ‘nam worl’ loudly and cheering.
He’s the whole reason I made these head canons, I don’t want to play hide and seek w/ him
Drayton
The biggest fucking party pooper. Every time you ask he always says “I’m too old for that kiddy shit.” Or “are ya trying to kill me? I ain’t spending my afternoon chasing you around”
His favorite is “how about I go hide in the living room with the tv and you go find fuckin to give me.” Dick >:((((
If in the one is a TRILLION chance he says fine, to shut you up it’s a pretty normal game to be honest
He isn’t one for running around so he doesn’t put much of a fight. Just sorta “oh ya got me! Happy now?” Yeah, you are, now it’s his turn
Is a really good seeker he just doesn’t like to run. If you try and make him chase you he’ll just give up cursing “I have other shit to do than play CHILDRENS game” like down chill out
Okay listen, deep down he does find it, a LITTLE fun and likes seeing you and his brothers play but don’t play with him. He doesn’t have time for that shit 😭😭💅💅
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related to the previous post, not sexual or suggestive, but I was honestly impressed when I saw that audibly went "damn", impressed chop top, or even the actor himself bill moseley could do that
Like damn dudes strong
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I don't write on confessions usually, but, I have to break the news to everyone... Bill Moseley had a stunt double.
I believe that his stunt double was Daniel W. Barringer. (I can find one site that says that he was specifically, but in the credits, the stunt casting just has the generic "stunts" title for all the characters. Like Bob Elmore played stunts for Bubba, and so did Tom Morga, and they're both listed there). In any case, Bill Moseley didn't do all the climbing scenes himself 😅
So it's definitely something that Chop Top did and he is definitely strong AF in the canon of this movie, but it's not something Bill did, specifically.
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junkmixart · 3 days
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Ted is having a cook out with his slashers inspirations~ and Pamela! A lil BBQ party in Camp Crystal Lake!
46 hours left on the Kickstarter! We're pretty close to getting the "Color the comic" stretch goal!
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tw: gore, blood
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ulysaturn · 8 hours
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dannys lil ribbons are bugged... this Must be the way to fix it !
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icarus-star · 14 hours
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billy lenz
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suwann-11 · 2 days
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Ghost face but soul eater
Jill & Charlie
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Theses are the coolest weapons I’ve ever drawn
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tabzdrawzstuff · 2 days
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Haven't seen the film yet.
All I know is that Tigger gives Freddy Krueger vibes. That alone catches my interest.
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z0mibite · 1 day
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>1000 words, detailed descriptions of violence and a (sort of?) mention of s/a (⚠️use of the r word ⚠️), reader is gn! and up to interpretation throughout other than being considerably smaller than thomas and one mention of possibly bearing children. open-ended, so if you prefer angst endings for reader or stockholm, you can choose, it's texas chainsaw massacre, anything that's in either movie is part of the warnings just to be safe. dead dove do not ear, read at your own risk. also this is not proofread in any way, I literally wrote this straight shot right before bed listening to dove (doll ver) on loop and hit post.
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imagine tommy keeping you, not to rape and defile like his uncle assumed, nor for you to bare children like his mama had hoped—but because you're just so nice to look at.
In the first film, tommy can be seen wearing rings, jewelry he's collected from past victims. also with the whole wearing people's faces to mask his own, he obviously has an eye for pretty things. and you're one of them.
It isn't just that of course, plenty of pretty people had come onto the farm, all meeting the same fate. he hadn't spared a dozen or so others, so why would he spare you?
you hadn't flinched at the sight of him, you hadn't run away crying like a child at their first horror maze, you simply smiled at him with those sparkling eyes, an elegant hand giving him a friendly, unbiased wave. you looked at him without prejudice, or preconceived assumptions about his character.
your friends hadn't given him the same courtesy. which is why you were here, chained to the workbench near the chopping block. the block he was using to dismember your traveling companions. a few of them hung from meat hooks, catatonic, their minds were weak and feeble, they broke at the sights in front of them, and despite the agonizing pain of lost limbs and shredded muscle, they were silent and still, waiting for their turn.
death was their only escape, they needed only to wait for it. you could see it in their eyes, each time he'd finish one off and turn to grab the next off a hook, they'd all follow him with pleading eyes. not for mercy, they were far beyond the point of return—but to be next.
your entire body was shaking like a kicked chihuahua. your muscles were all tense, adrenaline begged you to run, flee, to escape death. your silly primal instinct hadn't caught up with your concious. It was an odd feeling, having every possible part of your body screaming at you to run, and choosing to stay still, to betray your instinct with your intelligence. you knew you wouldn't get far.
despite the horrid conditions in the basement, a place where your senses should be overloaded; your ears with the echoes of their screams and the engine of the saw, your eyes with the gory mess, your nose with the pungent smell of iron and rotting flesh, your tongue with the dryness of your mouth from panting, and your body's fatigue from running around for hours—there was nothing but the racing of your heartbeat.
It was all you could hear or feel, and in your mind you could taste and see it as well, you felt the pulse rise all the way into your skull and down to your toes. you felt every rush of blood heat your skin like a furnace, moving past your veins and tissue.
your eyes aimlessly followed his body, unblinking and dry. he was deeply focused on his ‘work’, but he would still glance at you every now and again. you were just so pretty, a decoration in his safe haven, like a deer mounted above the fireplace.
hours had passed in what felt like seconds before he was finished. you hadn't moved.
he nonchalantly came up to you, his much larger hand going to cup your face before he froze. he withdrew his hands, wiping the bloody mess on his apron and washing his hands before he continued his previous action.
you didn't dare move, not even to flinch, as his held your head in your hands.
his thumbs caressed the flesh just under your eyes, rubbing around and about, seemingly fascinated by the way your skin folded and stretched at his will. he made a gesture with his hands, swiping a palm in front of your eyes, an attempt at communicating. when you didn't respond, he huffed frustratedly before letting his thumbs touch your eyelids, forcing them down to close your eyes.
he took your chin in-between two fingers, maneuvering your head in every direction, studying every feature. his thumb pulled your lips apart, showing him your teeth, clenched so hard they might be pushed back underneath your eye sockets.
after a he took some time to study you, you felt his thumbs come back to rest on your eyelids, pulling them open again. this time he studied your iris. he was clearly upset at the lack of light that prevented him from seeing the color clearly, but he looked closely nonetheless.
the sensation of breath enveloping your face, forcing you to breathe in the air he had just released, was one you could not describe.
his hands fell to your shoulders and moved downward till he got to your forearms, where he would trace the veins in your arms. when his hand met your wrist, he applied gentle pressure to it, his breath hitching as he felt your blood pulsate. he moved onto your hands now.
his were easily twice the size of yours, if not more. his nails were dull and blunt, the skin much rougher against yours. dried blood cracked underneath his nails and stained his skin a pinkish tone despite his tan. he traced the lines of your palm the same way a palm reader would, take away the tales of life lines and replace them with pure admiration.
he unexpectedly leaned in closer to you, his face now inches, if that, from your own. you kept your gaze ahead as he stared you down.
he brought his masked nose up to the top of your head and sniffed you like a dog, leaning down to your neck to see what else he could smell on you besides your faded fragrance and sweat.
It was only after this action of his that your body responded in any way in nearly 12 hours.
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