#blissfield butcher

[tunacasserolequeen]

This weird guy

#blissfield butcher #the butcher #freaky #freaky 2020 #doodle #drawing #fanart #digital art

[frosty-the-killer-doll]

In Millie's body, the Blissfield Butcher takes the time to masterfully put on makeup and easily walks around in heels. This implies he already knows how to apply makeup to himself and how to walk in heels, suggesting that he's experimented with feminity. In this essay I will,

#freaky 2020 #the blissfield butcher #blissfield butcher #quentin shermer #millie kessler

[babbling-idiot2]

Jealous Blissfield butcher x reader story or hc

He's not one to be jealous all the time

If he is he has a perfectly good reason for it

He knows that you are his and nothing will change that

Also, it would be really dumb if you did it to like to hurt him intentionally because he'll kill your for that

But obviously it's not like you are making it happen

It just does and of course you tell them time and time again that you are taken, in a relationship

Though to be honest if someone is flirting with you or is being a bit too damn touchy and just too close, he is one of those people that will immediately walk up behind you and wrap his arms around you

All the while staring at the person touching you or near you

It scares them really bad when it happens cause trust me, they weren't expecting a 6'5 giant, who is secretly a murderer to be your guy

But here we are

He will not own up to being jealous

You know what his jealous side looks like and you love to tease about it

He hates it with everything in him cause in his defense they were getting too close to his liking, and they were being inappropriate with you, someone who's in a relationship

Of course, he'll ask like 10-15 minutes later if what he did was too much or too little

If he wasn't a stone-cold murderer, you would say he is the biggest softy in the world, but we all know damn well that he's not

But please if you want to walk straight in the morning do not, go and flirt with someone just to see his reaction and I think we all know that he is very possessive and will make sure you know that you are his all night long

#blissfield butcher headcanons #blissfield butcher x reader #blissfield butcher #freaky #vince vaughn

[quinnsteria]

FREAKY (facebook promo)

2020 | dir. Christopher Landon

(video un-gifitized under the cut)

#freaky (2020) #millie kessler #blissfield butcher #quentin shermer #the blissfield butcher #vince vaughn #kathryn newton #moviegifs #horror #my gifs #idk how to edit yet #but I still wanted to share the video I found #for all ten freaky fans here

[fandomgalore-blog]

The movie “Freaky” ended up being less comedic than I thought considering the premise. It’s surprisingly more on the scary side like your standard slasher film, which I really liked.

#freaky #freaky movie #freaky 2020 #kathryn newton #vince vaughn #Millie kessler #blissfield butcher

[arrow-of-ravenclaw]

I know it’s cliched

but the urge to write a crossover fic where the Blissfield Butcher mistakes Cassie for Mille Kessler (both Katherine newton characters) because the butcher accidentally travels to the mcu.

#Cassie lang #freaky 2020 #blissfield butcher #Millie Kessler #ant man

[blissfieldbitcher]

terrible day

pairing: slashers x gn!reader (thomas hewitt, michael myers, quentin shermer) content: slashers kissing you. mentions of death, murder, and violence (it’s for slashers so duh on that one), dirty words sprinkled here and there with smut relations but not actually written, (so officially consider this my 18+ warning: minors do not interact) words: three drabbles // around 500-600 each (total words: 1743) note: modified from the kissing writing prompt: ‘i’ve had a terrible day at work, just kiss me’ but the work day is murdering people. i was gonna make this for six people instead of three but that would’ve been too long. so look out for a part two! if you wanna see anyone specific, just let me know :)

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thomas hewitt

You were upstairs - where you always were. Thomas had placed you down on his bed, as gently as his large hands would allow, and commanded you with a single finger to stay still. You had listened, to the point of staying in the exact same position, in the exact same spot.

Staying still and staring… it was the easiest way you could get yourself to mentally check out. For a moment, the screams of victims were too far away to hear. The world you created in your mind had taken the front of your vision. A world with less blood, less death.

Your opportunities for running away were long gone. Though you hadn’t actively participated in anything, you were just as guilty as the rest of them. Plus, the way Thomas looked at you…it would break your heart to leave him behind.

So you stared and imagined until he came back for you. And when he did, all bruised and bloodied, you still felt your heart drop to your feet. Thomas took a step towards you, but from the slumped shoulders, you knew something wasn’t right.

You had stood from the bed, muttering his name softly. He looked up at you, the leather of his mask covering his expression - not that he gave much away to begin with. Before you could make another move, his hands had gripped your hips and pulled you close. You started to comfort him again, but he nudged the side of your face with his.

Not understanding, you fell silent. Your hands trailed to the back of his head, running your fingers through his knotted hair. He grumbled, squeezing your hips tighter.

“I’m here, Tommy. It’s okay - ” He cut you off with an awkward kiss. The mask didn’t give much room for him to work, but the closeness was enough for him. It wasn’t the first time he had kissed you. But this was not like any other - this wasn’t the hesitant fumbling he usually kissed you with. He was always so unsure of what to do next, how you were going to react… but this time he kissed you with such tiredness you almost wanted to cry.

You kissed him back, hands coming to rest on the side of his face. It would be easier without the mask, but he refused to let you take it off. You pulled back when the rough edges of the leather started to rub too harshly against your lips. Taking his hand in yours, you pulled him to the bed,

He sat down, giving you no choice but to sit on his lap. You cradled his face again, fingers running over his eyebrows as if that was the cure for the tension he held there. “Tommy…”

His thick fingers brushed over your lips, his index resting over both of them. You nodded, understanding. He needed silence. There wasn’t anything wrong with that. He pulled his finger away and kissed you again. He was starting to find his confidence with you. The thought made your stomach flutter.

Thomas rested his head against your chest, listening to your steady breathing as you ran your fingers down the back of his head and over his neck.

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michael myers

You don’t know what happened. You never would. Michael wasn’t exactly the kind of person (was that what he was?) that would come home and tell you about the struggles of his day. You could only tell when he appeared in the shared room. You never heard him approaching, whether it was just his nature or if he didn’t want you to know he was there, didn’t matter. Soon, the Shape would appear and you would learn exactly the kind of day he had.

At first you didn’t think anything had happened. You had turned, and there he was standing in the corner. Your heart gave a jump - it was something that you would never be used to. You had offered him a weak smile, waiting to see what he was going to do before you offered him any kind of words. You had learned that lesson early on.

But Michael just stood there, watching you. You couldn’t see his black eyes from where you stood, but you could feel them raking over your body. Studying you, maybe? Waiting to see your response?

The handful of laundry you were working on fell from your grip as your nervousness started to grow. You cleared your throat, picking up the dropped t-shirt again. Your folding wasn’t exactly spot on, but you focused it more as a task of having something to do with your hands. You folded and he stared.

You didn’t hear him move, but when you picked up the last shirt of the pile, Michael’s hands were on you. You turned to face him, expecting… something. But instead of the roughness you were used to, Michael held his hand to your throat. There was no pressure, no pain. He just kept it there, fingertips holding onto your heartbeat.

If you were there, just three hours ago, you would’ve seen his last victim. One that wasn’t planned, but had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. But they… they remarkably looked like you. Under the light of the street lamp, Michael had thought that you had left. That you had left him.

But as the victim cried out, as their eyes dulled under his hand, he felt a strange feeling at the base of his neck. The lightness of his shoulders twisted. Why? Why did he have the sudden urge to see you and see you now? You were nothing to him. Something to keep his cock warm and clothes washed.

But watching the death unfold in front of him. He saw your face. He saw the blood leaving your neck. The light leaving your eyes. He didn’t like it. At all.

So he held your throat. Counted the difference between your steading breathing but rapid heartbeat. And he lifted his mask. Just slightly, though you had seen his face before. This wasn’t the time for full vulnerability.

His lips appeared, and before you had a chance to question him, he leaned forward and pressed his lifeless lips to yours. A squeak came out of you and you froze. He didn’t move, so you look the lead. Dropping the remaining shirt, you placed your hands on his biceps, holding him tightly.

He pulled back, securing his mask back down over his face. You had leaned down to pick up the fallen shirt, and when you stood - he was gone.

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quentin shermer

You wouldn’t exactly say that the Blissfield Butcher took you in out of the kindness of his heart. Someone whose art projects focused on using supplies taken from dead animals and humans wasn’t exactly warm and fuzzy.

In reality, you just wouldn’t go away. The fascination with his pieces, commenting on small artistic decisions that most wouldn’t even realize, had changed his initial idea of killing you and tossing you out of the window.

It wasn’t the right time, anyway. He had plans. Plans that didn’t necessarily include you, but you proved to stay out of the way.

He wasn’t stupid enough to not realize you were using him as protection. As a hideaway from the druggies that would chase you down if you looked at them the wrong way. They didn’t dare chase him. They didn’t even glance his way.

It was smart, on your end. Holding out with the silent killer. Not that you knew that, of course. The rumors of the Blissfield Butcher had entered one ear and right out the other. The thrillers of folklore had bored you. Not when there was nothing more than rumors to back it up.

So when the high school’s homecoming night came around, you didn’t lift your guard. You didn’t move from the dirty mattress on the floor as the sun hid away its protection. You didn’t bat an eyelash as your quiet roommate slipped away.

You did, however, take full notice when he stumbled back in the door. The side of his shirt was darkened and wet and you didn’t know what to do. He had fallen back onto the bed just as you had jumped up to help him. His eyes were closed, hand pressed to his side. You hovered, trying to remember any sliver of first aid. The only thing that repeated in your head was stop, drop, and roll. You doubted that would do much help here.

“Left of the head.”

What? Was that a riddle? Oh shit, wait, he was talking.

“W-what?”

He opened his eyes and you could see the clear annoyance in them. “Left. Of. The. Head.” He pointed with his right hand and to the side of a mannequin head, you saw a pile of towels and duct tape. Oh. Right.

You had brought over the supplies, commenting clearly on how putting dirty towels on an open wound might not be the brightest idea - but he wasn’t listening. He guided your hands where he needed them, taking over doing most of the work himself. Once he was as situated as he was going to be, he fell back onto the mattress, arm swung over his eyes.

“Are you going to be okay?” Your voice was small. No matter what wacked out relationship the two of you had, you weren’t exactly thrilled with the idea that he might be seriously injured. He didn’t answer you, and your nerves wanted you to keep talking to give yourself something else to focus on. “Shit, you’re gonna die and I don’t even know your name. I mean I have the name I call you in my head but - ”

You didn’t even realize he had sat up. Your words were cut off by his lips on yours and you didn’t know what to do. He didn’t seem to take any offense to you not kissing him back. When he pulled away, his bored eyes were locked onto yours.

“I need you to shut up.” You would’ve called him rude, but you just nodded at his tone. His eyes flicked down to your lips again, and this time you were much more prepared. He pulled you back onto the bed, his arm holding you to his chest.

As you started to drift off to the smell of drying blood, you could’ve sworn you heard a deep voice whisper, “Quentin.”

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #slasher fanfiction #thomas brown hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #michael myers x reader #quentin shermer x reader #blissfield butcher x reader #i can't have this handle and not throw one butcher fic in here

[cut-me-and-call-me-yours]

FREAKY (2020)

Freaky Friday meets horror movie! I've always had a soft spot for comedy horror and this one did not disappoint. The jokes and references were super relatable to the gen z population which is the demographic that's this movie focuses on. On top of that it has really heart warming moments between friends and with family. If not for the over the top gore I could almost call it a family film. Speaking of the gore the over the top kills gave me so much thrill. Can't praise this film enough it's definitely a must watch

#freaky #freaky 2020 #body swap #body switch #bunnytalks #horror #horrormovies #movie recommendation #The blissfield butcher

[horrorvillaintourney]

Round 1B, Match Three: The Thing (The Thing) vs. The Blissfield Butcher (Freaky)

PROPAGANDA FOR THE THING:

"We don't understand it. It's sentient and intelligent, but unknowable. Does it just want to survive? Does it just want to sleep? Is assimilation a defense mechanism, or does it truly wish malice upon us? Was it Keith David at the end of the film?"

"This movie scares the hell out of me to this day and it's just some of the best body horror anybody has ever done. Nasty and spooky and we love a movie where you never figure out what the killer even is"

THERE WAS NO PROPAGANDA PROVIDED FOR THE BLISSFIELD BUTCHER. IF YOU WISH TO SUBMIT PROPAGANDA, THE ASK BOX SHOULD BE OPEN.

#the thing #the blissfield butcher #freaky #horror villain tourney

[ambreiiigns]

he's insane i'm in love w him

#he is sooo my type of ugly old man. my god it's scary how it's like he was built in a lab to make me like him #and i like him! thanks #he's like. right between bill hader and david harbour #<- talking abt the blissfield butcher. send help #btw the end credits in this movy hit like jawbreaker they are soooooo aesthetically pleasing #oh nay

[g4y-gr3ml1n]

🔞🔞MINORS DNI🔞🔞

not very pleased about the fact a masked killer isn't stuffing my wet pussy with his cum rn and telling me how pretty I look and how well I'm taking his thick cock

#🔞🔞MINORS DNI🔞🔞 #mask kink #the blissfield butcher #archie benjamin #Ghostface #Jason Voorhees

[frosty-the-killer-doll]

theory: when the blissfield butcher came to millie's house he was planning on grooming her to be his apprentice and take on the butcher mantle when he dies

#i think they would make a cool slasher duo. like michael and corey in ends #freaky 2020 #millie kessler #blissfield butcher #the blissfield butcher #I think he was impressed. This young girl managed to take him down!! i think. he would see a lil spark in her #and millie-- still stuck grieving her father-- would come to see him as a sort of fucked up paternal figure... her mentor

[babbling-idiot2]

more blissfield butcher pleaseeee

Jesus, this man has a lot of pent-up sexual energy coursing through him, so I'm just gonna lay it all out for ya

When you and him first began to have sex, he took it easy on you//And his "easy" is NOT easy

I mean, he likes to have sex fast paced and rough

He'll go slow for you but with the looks and sounds you give him, just riles him up and makes him want to just fuck you senseless

Now, he does enjoy slight bondage in a way

He likes to restrict your movements down to a minimum

He loves to pin your hands above your head and have complete control over you

So, having sex and having your hands tied up above your head or to your bedposts is a regular occurrence

(Just for extra context. Most of yalls sex is in your house because you have an actual bed!)

He loves to be able to hear you

So if you think you can hide your sounds, think again

He will notice this and immediately he is fucking you harder and being even more rough to tell you he wants to hear you and will not stop until he does

Gets off on hearing your moans and whimpers

Call him Butcher as he's fucking you, will go insane if he hears that

Loves to grab hair, especially if you have longer hair, longs to just grab it and make you look back at him as he's fucking you from behind

If you have short hair, then be prepared to have his hands either on your throat or somewhere else he can grab ahold of

Any position is the best position to him

As long as he can see your beautiful face, then all is right in the world

Obviously, when you're having a pretty rough session, a safe word is a must

You have to have one, and to your surprise, he was the one who suggested it

So if at any point you happen to say any of them, then be prepared for aftercare

He may not have much care for himself, but he sure as hell will take care of you

Will get whatever food or beverages you want

If you're hurt, he will comfort you and get you anything that will fix the pain

He will lay on his side and put a large arm around your mid section, and hold you close

Usually, it's the other way around, but when you use a safeguard for any reason, he always assumes he's hurt you in some way

That's what he's used to

He's used to hurting everyone and everything around him

So, just be prepared for that special treatment

And kisses, he likes to kiss you and place his hands on your head as he does

Partly because of how much larger his hands are compared to you and your head

He thinks it's hilarious, and it is

(You're speaking my language. I love you, thank you!! I hope you like this. Have a great day/night!)

#blissfield butcher headcanons #blissfield butcher x reader #blissfield butcher #freaky #vince vaughn

[gophergal]

28. favorite lgbt horror film

.... Damn I'm blanking on them so hard. Would Alien be a cop out?

Like. Ripley has strong queer energy and there is a canon trans girl? Chestbursters are kinda like pregnancy horror and I've always thought pregnancy horror was pretty queer flavored?

If I have to go more recent and explicit, then Freaky. Its horror comedy, but it enjoyed it

#gopher rambles #horror movie asks #ask game #im so sorry i dont watch very recent movies and ive taken a break from my obscure horror adventure #also i headcanon that the Blissfield Butcher was one of Michael and Jason's sons in an AU of one of Corey's AUs. but he got. like. #kidnapped by the state

[b0yskylark]

woof.

#the blissfield butcher #illustration #artists on tumblr #tumblr artist #art #digital painting #painting #ink #traditional #digital #aarts #fanart

[dailyflicks]

KATHRYN NEWTON as Millie Kessler & The Blissfield Butcher in FREAKY (2020) dir. Christopher Landon

#freaky #freaky 2020 #feakyedit #horroredit #thebabysitter #filmgifs #moviegifs #filmedit #usersavana #kathryn newton #userjoss #usersnat #userzo #useraurore #useraashna #horror #blood tw #* #by carol #2020s