#chad kensington | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

Post activity is at the highest at 4:00 pm EDT; notes peak at 10:00 pm EDT.

perikiro · 2 years

Photo

chibi commission I just finished for @/michaelcoolblue on twitter

#chad kensington #friday 13th #blood tw #commissions #*

45 notes · View notes

dalekofchaos · 1 year

Text

Friday The 13th Game map concept:Camp Hell

Savini Jason deserved a map of his own. so my suggestion is Camp Crystal Lake, but in hell

Like in the picture suggests, the camp is literally Crystal Lake in Hell.

The lake is on fire

Sulfer in the air and the woods on fire

The cabins are charred, the windows are burned down and the doors are broken

Replace the trees with spikes

Replace Pamela’s shrine with Satan’s throne with Satan impaled while holding Pamela’s head

There is no escape. Phones do not work and the vehicles are all burned down.

Jason kills you over and over again have to survive below a certain number of deaths I mean it's hell I'd think Jason gets to keep killing them over and over and over and over and they just keep getting back up more and more torn up like the mechanic can be like you must have x amount of your body(soul) intact to ascends to Heaven when times up

Imagine the match starting normally, up until the moment Savini would murk Rob Dier. Instead of the kill when he grabs him by the throat, he teleports everything, map and counselors down to hell. A version of Crystal Lake/Packinack/Higgins Haven/Pinehurst/Jarvis House with a Dante's Inferno look to it. Reskin on weapons, crafting parts, and more blood. If you survive with limited deaths, your soul ascends to heaven.

#Friday The 13th #Friday The 13th Game #Jason Voorhees #Savini Jason #Adam Palomino #AJ Mason #Buggzy Wilson #Chad Kensington #Deborah Kim #Jenny Myers #Kenny Riedell #Tiffany Cox #Vanessa Jones #Mitch Floyd #Victoria Sterling #Tommy Jarvis

2 notes · View notes

trashmouth-richie · 10 months

Text

master list

Eddie x fem! reader

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNINGS ⚠️

Absolutely no minors, gtfo. Hopefully everyone has read the warning post from earlier this week regarding this chapter. it is extremely dark themed.

Heavy violence

References to past rape/ assault

Blood, gore

Domestic violence

Somnaphilia

Character death etc

A/N: please know your limits. I love you and let’s get into this chapter so we can move on.

The brown popcorn bag spun lazily in the microwave like an oily inflating balloon. The steady hum of the appliance kept you company as the countdown to the sad supper ticked to an end. The cheerful ding springing you from the staring contest you were having with the counter top.

The small radio you had purchased was sitting on the counter, the soft belt of Linger by The Cranberries was playing for what seemed like the tenth time today and you couldn’t help but feel the lyrics in your blood.

Unaware of anything out of the ordinary. A typical night after working at the bar. Showering and throwing on a pair of pajama shorts, tucked next to the pair of Eddie’s boxer briefs you had found last week.

After investigating why the washer banged all to hell when even the smallest of loads were in it, wedged tight under the plastic agitator were his underwear.

And you’d be a fool to say you hadn’t broken down and sobbed in the basement on the discovery.

You dried them and folded them neatly next to your delicates. The same drawer that held the worn and tarnished pig ring he gave you as a Christmas gift, and the envelope full of cash.

The water works started again.

Hot tears flooding your eyes, the simple act made you feel like he was home with you. But the nightmare always continued.

You missed him so much.

“But you always really knew

I just want to be with you

If you were a tiny bit more awake you might have caught that the door to the garage was locked even though you had no memory of locking it yourself.

..And I'm in so deep

You know I'm such a fool for you

You got me wrapped around your finger

Rustling the steaming bag from the microwave with burnt finger tips, you toss it on the counter hastily. Sucking your fingers into your mouth to dull the stinging redness away.

Do you have to let it linger?

And maybe it was then that if you weren’t busy nursing the premature burns, you would have noticed the odd set of keys on the counter next to the mail, pushed to the side by the buttery bag of popcorn.

Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?

Bending at the waist to the lower cabinet you reach around for the smooth plastic of the yellow popcorn bowl. Upon standing you feel dizzy. You hear it before you feel it, the loud thwap of something heavy against the back of your head. The pain is searing and turns your vision to black. You’re passed out before your head even hits the floor.

(1987)

The November air whipped into reddened skin, striking out any heat you had left in the confinements of the peach sweater you borrowed from Nancy on your frozen walk to Forest Hills Trailer Park.

It happened again.

And this time it wasn’t an accident, no matter how much he begged, no matter how many times he said he was sorry.

He hit you with a closed fist.

You weren’t flirting with Dustin. He was your friend. Way before Chad had taken any interest in you. Most of your friends were guys, besides El and Max, and even though Nancy Wheeler was older and more popular— you considered her a friend too.

When she left for college this past fall, she insisted on making her room more stylish to your liking. And she never once minded the twin beds you both slept in, a night stand between them.

But when Mike sat next to you at lunch and was going over notes from Kensington’s class, Chad’s mind twisted it into Mike hitting on you. Which led to Chad hitting on you, but instead of compliments and doting behavior— he drug you out to his car, a bony grip on the back of your neck.

He screamed at you with every vein protruding from his tan skin. Voice hoarse and throat stretched tight.

Apparently you were fucking people behind his back. Even though you were a virgin. The town whore! He had yelled loud for even some of the teachers to hear, all turning a blind eye to the obvious domestic abuse happening on school grounds.

Explaining yourself only made it worse.

He slapped your face hard when you opened your mouth to interrupt him. And when you stood your ground and raised your chin to him, calm and steadily telling him to go fuck himself, he swung a fist into your eye.

And that’s when you left.

His apologies trailing behind you and caught in the gut of wind to travel far away from your ears. He wouldn’t follow you, he had appearances at school to keep up.

Much easier to tell Aaron and Sean that you got your period and were being crazy then explain why he had left school.

The gravel crunched beneath your feet, frozen from the last winter storm and holding pockets of ice amongst the rocks.

Pale blue and still holding the old television lawn ornament, you sighed audible when Eddie’s van was parked outside of the aluminum sided trailer.

You hadn’t seen him since graduation last May. The night Chrissy’s extra curricular activities with Rick finally came out when they were caught fucking in the shower upstairs, at Steve’s house. Both sporting pricked arms with needle marks.

A broken hearted Eddie drank all night long and puked into the hot tub.

Your quickened steps up to the concrete stairs and a shaky broken knock on the screen door have you stepping back waiting for the door to open, awaiting Eddie’s stupid grin waiting on the other side.

Living with Eddie you had no reason to be afraid. Many nights the front door was left unlocked. And maybe it was out of habit. Maybe you had left it unlatched tonight too.

It would explain how he was there now.

Hovering over you, his blond hair coined perfectly slicked to the side, slightly feathered back with thick styling gel. A Ralph Lauren polo with the logo on the left chest. His cologne reeked of some designer brand, making your stomach queasy.

The only difference between those years ago and now was that he had a small dusting of a flesh colored mustache wiggled on his sweaty lip. Same maniacal inky blacks to his blown pupils, laced with the piercing blue.

The realization ices your veins and stings your eyes with angry tears.

Chad Cunningham was in your home, his body over yours as you're pinned beneath him, the smell of iron invading your nose. Looking around with wild eyes you see the crimson streaks from the linoleum in the kitchen to the carpet where you are laying. Your head thumping with the rhythm of bloody drops against the fibers of the worm carpet.

“Been a long time hasn’t it, honey bun?”

An eternity wouldn’t have been enough.

Pressing his body into yours, you can feel the stiffness of his starched shirt as you try to will your arms to fight him away. He chuckles at your feeble attempts to push him off.

His weight presses deeper into you as he lowers his mouth to your lips, squeezing your face he almost sings, “Told you I’d see you soon.”

His lips are harshly planted into yours, feeling like jagged rocks against your soft waters.

“Fuck,” he groans, hard against your thigh. “just like I remember. I’ve missed you.”

The clink of his belt unthreading from the loops of his khakis finally renders your senses. But you wait with calculated timing.

Leaning back, he stares into your face with a quizzical expression burrowed deep on his brow. “What’s the frown for? Don’t you miss me? Aren’t you happy to see me?”

Evident that his delusions still ran deep, it’s showtime. You would survive this. One good hit, that's all it would take.

Pushing yourself up gently, your head is swimming with nausea and the steady dripping tick of blood down the back of your neck.

Placing a shaky hand to his cheek he moves into your hand, the same way Eddie had that night, your stomach somersaults at the memory.

When his eyes shut, you turn your fingers into a clawed position, and scrape the flesh from the corner of his eye down to his lip.

It happens quickly and with your blurred vision and pounding head it feels like it’s all in slow motion. He wasn’t expecting it.

A kick to his ribs hurt your bare feet probably more than it injured him but you needed the extra time to escape into your room.

The phone feels cool against your cheek, and weighs heavy on your shoulder when you realize it’s dead. The plan of you running in here, dialing 9-1-1 and holding him off until they came was foiled.

“BITCH! You can’t hide from me!”

Knowing you only have seconds before he finds you, you

frantically look around for something to defend yourself with. Searching eyes land on the window.

Just need to get out and run to Mr. Griffin’s house.

Fingers on the frame you yank upwards, palms digging into the wired screen, pushing it out.

Throwing your leg out into the darkness of the night, you’re one step closer to being safe. One step closer to ending this night of horrors before it could begin.

The noise of splintering wood and the crack of a door being snapped from its hinges join your erratic breath and piercing screams— a monstrous reel of symphonic sound.

Chad twists a thick fist into your scalp, freeing the hair from its follicles in a sickening pop as you scratch your nails into the window sill, trying to hold on.

He’s stronger than you, no different than years before. And when your body crumbles onto the floor with a squelching thud, splinters of lacquered wood and nails that once held the door in place, pierce into your exposed skin.

But that is minor league compared to the shattering pain delivered from his fist into your face as he straddles you.

“Think you can hide away with that freak from me?!” He rocks his closed hand into your other cheek, this time clipping your eye with a gold wedding band.

Your cries fall on deaf ears. Tears stinging and trying to drip from your swelling eyelids.

“Honey bun,” he purrs into your ear, “don’t tell me you’re that fucking stupid to think I wouldn’t find you.”

His fingers move to brush your hair from your face, and he holds your head in place when you try to bite at his fingers.

His wicked smile could make the devil’s scaly skin crawl.

“Such a dumb whore, forgetting I have eyes and ears all over this town.” Placing his grabby fingers on his breasts, he continues, “Aaron and Sean may not be the brightest candles on the cake but they are loyal.”

Aaron…Sean.

You rack your brain for any recollection of those names. and it finally clicks. Chad’s friends in high school, following him around like he was the King. A snap of his fingers and they’d move like henchmen. Fighting anyone who got in his way, putting themselves at risk just to say they had a friend from a rich family.

The realization swims in your eyes and scares your tears dry.

“No.”

“Pieced it together huh?” Chad laughs wildly. “They work..” he grunts, hips rutting against you, pinching your perked nipples in his tight grasp, his fingernails digging through your shirt around the delicate skin, making you squeal, “..with the freak!”

His deranged cackle doubles when you yell out in pain.

“Small town bosses don’t lock their offices, and it was too easy for Aaron to find your address, even easier to find out that Eddie had left your ass here, unguarded, alone, waiting for someone to save you, and honey bun here I am!”

His sick twisted smile oozes fear further into your gut, brooding and feeding on any small amount of joy you had left.

“You need a fucking psychiatrist.”

“Such harsh words for that sweet mouth, but don’t worry!” he reassures, eyes wide with delight and a psychotic expression on his face as he brings his voice low and secret-like, “I won’t kill you yet, the boys are looking for Munson and when they find him…” he lowers himself to kiss your lips, sliding his tongue against the split flesh.

“Fuck!” He bellows, licking his lips savoring your taste on his tongue, “when they find him they’re gonna bring him here, and it’ll be arranged to look like the freak killed you and then himself.. a lover’s quarrel gone bad.”

He rubs his face and grunts again at the warbled wails you let out, squeezing your breasts and bucking into your clothed crotch. “Goddamn,” he groans, his eyes rolling into his head at the sound of your cries, getting off on your distorted face, “I just couldn’t help myself, had to come here and do this first. One last goodbye.”

You’d rather be dead at this point. You wish he’d kill you now and get it over with. But the thought of Eddie seeing your lifeless body haunted you. And you stop crying when his hands close around the hollow of your throat.

“Gonna be mine, one last time honeybun?”

“Fuck you,” you croak beneath his hands on your throat.

You’re weak and running out of time. Rolling your tongue against your teeth and cheeks, harboring a mixture of saliva and blood you wait until Chad is leaning over you, and when he’s close enough you spit the concoction into his face.

Chad bellers out, letting go of your throat and standing abruptly to wipe his face. The split second he’s distracted you try to crawl away, but he kicks you down.

Delivering several soccer styled strikes into your stomach, his voice spewing insults with every jab of his white Nikes into your body.

A raging shock of fury paints his face.

“What did I tell you hmm? If I can’t have you— no one can!” You scream loud when his shoe propels into your crotch, shocking your pelvis with burning heat.

All noise is void when he rolls you over and crashes down on your beaten body, clobbering your tear and blood streaked face, blow after blow. Your eyes are swelling shut and you’re surprised when you see Eddie’s face, before your eyes shut.

It feels like home.

-1987-

The warm smile you missed so much was not there to greet you. A cold calloused “what?” finds you instead.

“Eddie?” you ask with a scratchy throat, clearing it once, twice, to answer him against the wind.

Grumbling and stomping in the trailer is heard. Along with two separate giggles.

The door is yanked hard inward revealing a version of Eddie Munson you’d never seen before. His skin was sunken in on his cheeks, dark circles rimmed his eyes. His once soft features were sharp and lackluster, brooding with ashy shadows and skin that looked like it hadn’t seen sunlight in months.

He looked gaunt and hallowed out, his ribs poking against the cindery color of his skin. The warm whiskey eyes that once danced when he laughed were now gaping blacked marbled, polar and dull.

He speaks but you are too busy holding your breath from the stench of rotting clothes and unwashed bodies.

Stumbling over an apology for not hearing him, you are startled when he barks back, “I said, what the fuck are you doing here, Tooty?”

You look to the floor and notice he’s wearing a heavily stained sock with a hole in the toe, the other foot bare, next to a pair of work boots are three pairs of women’s shoes:, heels, keds, and pink reeboks. Your toes wiggle in your worn converse.

“I’m.. I uh..”

Eddie rolls his eyes, “oh for fucks sake spit it out! You selling raffle tickets or something for school? Pep team need new Pom-poms? Or maybe the chess club is looking for a new board?”

Shock stealing your speech you stand on frigid feet digging your fingers into the yarn on the Nancy’s sweater. Tears bite your lashes and fall on cold cheeks.

Eddie! Where’s your lighter? A sultry voice coos, padding feet getting closer to the threshold.

“Listen kid, I’m fucking busy, I don’t have time to haul you around because twiddle dick and dum forgot you at the gas station again.”

He has barely looked at you since you got there. The guy who held more merit to you than your own brother was gone.

When you wipe your eyes on the sleeve of your sweater he lets out an exaggerated groan.

He thrusts dirty fingers into his sweatpants pockets. Pulling out a perfectly rolled twenty dollar bill, he flattens it smooth. He smears his finger along the length of the bill, collecting remnants of a fine white powder, which is quickly shoved into his greedy mouth and rubbed on his gums like he’s brushing his teeth.

“Here,” he grunts, shoving the drugged money into your pocket, avoiding your eyes at all cost, “now get lost.”

The blinds on the door are still swinging as you stand there dumbstruck and watery eyed. Low voices are murmured through the thin walls as a lighter flicks and sizzles.

Who was that baby?

Nobody.

And that’s exactly who you were to everyone you knew, nobody.

And ironically enough— that’s exactly who you could rely on.

One thing was for certain: Eddie Munson was a stranger to you.

The tears fell harder on the shameful walk back to Chad. But you weren’t sure if you were crying harder because of the sudden loss you felt from an old friend or because of the pain in your eye.

Heart hammering in his chest, Eddie jiggles the door handle, it’s locked and he panics and realizes he still has his key. Fumbling with the key ring, Eddie finds the short brass one and unlocks the door.

The sight of the mostly empty house is jarring, causing his stomach to drop , a small recliner rests in the living room where his couch once sat. Wine is spilled from the kitchen to the living room, smeared like it was swept poorly with a mop.

You never drank wine.

Maybe you started drinking heavily after he left. He did. It only made sense.

But a second glance at the claret colored stain embedded into the carpet and his worst fear was realized.

Blood.

The sound of something wet and thwacking settles into his bones and shakes his spine. Someone was hurting you.

Heavy docs lead him to the corner of the house, your room and his old room. Where his door was intact, yours was shattered. Like Jack Torrance took his ax to it in The Shining. Stepping on cracked wood, Eddie sees the most horrific thing he’s ever been a witness too.

And suddenly he’s six years old again, helpless. Watching a woman he loved lose a battle she didn’t even know she was in. But instead of his mother’s lifeless body crumbled by his father’s feet, instead of her dark curly hair matted with pooling blood and a gaping bullet hole— It’s you underneath a guy he doesn’t recognize.

Your face is battered and covered in blood, the once plush lips he held so warmly between his own were split and slack. Your eyes were swollen, lacking any shine to them they normally held.

His eyes connect with yours for a brief second, and when they close he doesn’t know if they will open again.

Fury radiates through his entire body, masking the pain of heartache at the sight of you slipping from him.

Before he can acknowledge the thought of you being gone, he lunges at the catalog Dad dressed asshole. Knocking him off your body and landing on top of him, colliding into your dresser. The tangle of body parts wrestling for purchase tumble into the hall. Ringed fists land home on every surface of this guy's face, and when he stops to take a breath— he realizes the face he is hitting is Chad Cunningham’s.

How did he find you? Had he been stalking you both since that day at the grocery store?

Didn’t matter all that he cared about was throwing this mother fucker the biggest ass kicking of his life, and he wouldn’t stop until either Chad or himself was dead.

“I’ve waited years for this day,” Chad spit, after getting a punch in when Eddie was in his own head, knocking Eddie’s jaw to bite down on his tongue, filling his mouth with blood immediately. “Trailer trash Munson finally came to play.”

Taken by surprise, Chad shoves Eddie from him and stands up, looking through the doorway at your limp body.

Eddie stands slow, using the bathroom doorknob to help, he reaches for the knife kept in his back pocket.

Chad spins to face Eddie, his hair sweaty and face ballooning out from Eddie’s rings. “You should have left my girl alone Munson, would have saved your uncle the heartache.”

Eddie flicks the blade open on the knife, grip tight around it, he breathes through his nose his throat tight and stretching around his words, his leather jacket creaking when he moves his neck around in a stretch, confident in his delivery, “she’s not yours.”

The hysterical laugh that leaves Chad’s lungs could resemble bats screeching in the night, he’d make a great clown in a haunted house.

“Dead or alive whether I’m married or not— she’ll always be mine.”

Like alley cats, they stare each other down, waiting for the opportunity to pounce.

Chad licks his lips and looks your way again, “listen, I get it, she’s hot. And that tight little pussy..” he licks his lips and grabs himself over his denim jeans, stained with your blood.

Eddie’s blood is boiling, he’s seconds away from snapping but trying to hold it together long enough to make a perfect attack.

Chad leans forward, gesturing a mockery secret with his hand held around his mouth, “It’s even better when she’s fighting you,” he inhales deep, like he’s wishing he was in a past memory, “screaming really tightens her right up.”

Knife out, Eddie charges forward. And is struck dumb when the knife is kicked from his hand. Another kick this time to the chest that he wasn’t expecting sends him stumbling into the living room, air gone from his lungs. Chad follows and swings into his diaphragm making Eddie choke out on nothing, gasping for air.

“Oh come on, Munson,” Chad taunted, leaning down to kiss Eddie’s cheek, “Thought you would have some trailer park moves to throw at me.”

Raising a heavy boot, Eddie stomps on Chad’s toes, and mule kicks his kneecaps. A ringed fist meets his cheek, adding another forming bruise to his winter tan skin. Shoving him backwards into the counter in the kitchen, the cabinet doors bust on the impact.

The punches Eddie is landing have his knuckles bloody and swelling but he doesn’t care. Each punch is a testament for the years you held yourself together, acted like nothing bad was going on, when in reality you were experiencing hell on Earth and he never knew.

This was his payback. His way of righting a wrong. A wrong that should have never even began.

He doesn’t know what he was hit with just that he was stumbling backwards again. Temple throbbing and without reaching up he knows he’s bleeding. His back hitting the corner of the fridge he slides down onto the linoleum.

His head is heavy and his vision blinded with hazy clouds of black and white. He hears Chad but doesn’t see him, just feels his head being slammed in the fridge and a grip in his hair.

“Could have saved your uncle funeral costs you stupid bastard… clearly you don’t care about him, or Tooty for that matter, leaving her all alone like that,” Chad sucks through his teeth, splitting blood onto Eddie’s shirt, “thought the raccoons usually stuck together.”

He chuckles low and slams Eddie’s head one more time with such force it leaves a dent in the fridge. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” he says, straightening his shirt, walking towards your room , “my girl is waiting.”

“Don’t touch her!” Eddie roars, pushing himself up to stand with all his might. Pounding head and nausea thick in his mouth. Raising his head he looks at Chad with blurry sight, trying to see clearly. His voice is low, catching his breath and taking all of his strength to utter out the words. Balancing around the mark of deranged, “I’ll fucking kill you.”

Chad swivels on his heels, head cocked at Eddie, he grabs under his chin holding it firmly in place. His breath fanning over Eddie’s cheeks and he smiles maniacally, blood painting his teeth.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” A heavy fist to the gut has Eddie doubled over. Gripping the counter with white knuckles and wet blood smeared fingertips.

He had failed again. He wasn’t able to stop his own father from killing his mother. And now Chad was on his way to desecrate your lifeless body. He’s a fuck up and a failure.

Always.

A low guttural choking sound breeches Eddie’s ears. And he turns to see you covered in your own blood, barely standing and wielding a bat with nails protruding from every which way.

The nails are claret colored and dripping thick drops onto the carpet, fibers of Chad’s jeans hang in shreds from the sharp edges. A scant look towards Eddie and your eyes swim with relief and mourning.

He’s here. Blood is smeared down his lips and his hands look tight and swollen.

But he’s alive. And so are you.

Eddie’s vision is doubled and he blinks rapidly unaware if he is seeing you or not. He swallows hard and almost chokes on tears.

But that is short lived.

And it happens fast.

The yelling rage from Chad’s lungs over power your screams. His hands are tight around your throat before you can blink, your spine snapping into the nearest wall, feet dangling off the ground.

Haziness bleeds into your eyes and your breath is expelled from screaming— now gone when your windpipe is crushing like a pixie stick under Chad’s grip.

Desperate to fight back you jam your thumbs into his eyes. Victor Creel style like the Urban Legends passed down that you were told as kids.

If you were going to die, at least he would be blind, a forever reminder of this day etched, literally, into his face.

You prayed Eddie would know how much you loved him. ��

Should have’s taking over the last puffs of oxygen in your brain, popping like bubbles.

Should have told him sooner.

Should have said it every day.

Should have kissed him more.

Should have let him love you.

The guilt wraps around your mind as the cold hands of death welcome you. But you’re not afraid. Knowing Chad always kept good on his word, Eddie would join you in the afterlife.

Hand in hand.

Strolling along the pinked cotton candy clouds and the pearly gates.

You are his and he is yours.

Lovers together finally at last.

The last breath on your lips is a silent devotion to him.

I love you, Eddie.

a/n: my asks are always open ♥️

#eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #fic recs #eddie munson angst #stranger things

624 notes · View notes

kingkenzieofmold · 8 months

Text

My Resident Evil x The Henry Stickmin Collection Crossover Cast.

Feel free to disagree with me as I was trying to fill roles by who I would think would fit into whose role within the games! So feel free to disagree with me or say who you would rather cast! Enjoy my weird combinations of my biggest hyper fixations!<3

This is casting from Resident Evil: Zero to Resident Evil 4 as this was as far as I got in casting-

Resident Evil 0

Rebecca Chambers Cool Katie

Billy Coen Billy G.

Dr. James Marcus Dr. Vinschpinsilstien

Dr. William Birkin Right Hand Man

Dr. Albert Wesker Reginald Copperbottom

Captain Enrico Marini Terrance Suave

Resident Evil

Chris Redfield Rupert Price

Jill Valentine Dave Panpa

Barry Burton Johnny Panzer

Rebecca Chambers Cool Katie

Albert Wesker Reginald Copperbottom

Richard Aiken Randy Radman

Brad Vickers Chad Hansen

Enrico Marini Terrance Suave

Kenneth J. Sullivan Jaques Kensington

Joseph Frost Sir Willford IV

Forest Speyer Reynaldo the brute

Female Newscaster Alice Hamilton

Resident Evil 2

Leon Scott Kennedy Henry Stickmin

Claire Redfield Ellie Rose

Ada Wong Earrings

Sherry Birkin Sven Svensson

William Birkin Right Hand Man

Annette Birkin Carol Cross

Brian Irons/Robert Kendo Mr. Macbeth

Marvin Branagh/Ben Bertolucci General Galeforce

Resident Evil 3

Jill Valentine Dave Panpa

Carlos Oliveira Jacob Rose

Nikolai Zinoviev Dmitri Johannes Petrov

Mikhail Viktor Grigori Olyat

Tyrell Patrick Kurt Dietrich

Nemesis CCC Robot

Resident Evil 4

Leon Scott Kennedy Henry Stickmin

Ashley Graham Victoria Grit

Ada Wong Earrings

Luis Serra Navarro Ted Adam

Ingrid Hunnigan Hat Girl

Ramón Salazar Captain H. J. Canterbury

Bitores Méndez Major Hershell Panzer

Jack Krauser Charles Calvin

Osmund Saddler Mayor Fredrickson

Merchant Mysterious Voyager

Mike Quentin Alabaster

#the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin au #thsc au #thsc #resident evil #resident evil au #resident evil 1 #resident evil 2 #resident evil 3 #resident evil 4

25 notes · View notes

florashifting · 1 year

Text

Imma end the poll early and tell yall what order I'm writing the characters

Chad Meeks Martin! (YAY) already written

Kate Bishop already written!

Xenk Yendar! Already written

Prince Caspian written for

Vivian Kensington I won't be writing for because I'm the only one that voted for her

ALL OF THESE WILL BE POSTED ON MY OTHER ACCOUNT @sparklewrites1

22 notes · View notes

mayymurderr · 5 months

Text

How can i look up legal advisors and look into an estate and when the amendment were made after the original owners died.

How can I get my mom and sisters world to stop doing this to people because they know icp and stevo how to get the coke fiends that sent their daughters to get drugs and traffick kids in highschool in kensington

Dope fiends and coke fiends how to eradicate the race of whatever scumbags use kids to get pills at the doctors and hospitals.

How to understand vee cree bud is anonymous and needs to die for breaking my kids arm. Her daddy and grandpappy raped her and so did everyone she said no too. But you want to play Chad the supreme Aryan race and set this ahit up all the way through. I guess everything falls on def ears because people want to watch their wives go through this and daughters

I need to burn every fucking harley government system working with this shit

Every fucking art thing in this

Everyone needs to fucking die and figure out who's talking through me and rid the world of it.

What does the rest of my family have to offer the world by the way they treat their own and other people.

Child abuse and still training it to get drugs for psychopathic and stevo icp killer clowns and all.

0 notes

exiler-a · 11 months

Text

AJ MASON, ABOUT + NOTES.

okay before we start i have a few things to point out. aj is from the f13 game, but i obviously draw a lot from the movies for her lore and characterization. the timeline surrounding the game's canon is really fucked up because it doesn't follow the predetermined plotline of the movies. in the game it's generally the mid to late 80s, and as we know during that time tommy is institutionalized yet is somehow in the game, which means basically - i don't follow the canon timeline, i ignore what doesn't work for aj, and if there are any conflicting issues with anyone writing a character from the movies then we'll work it out one on one! c:

it's also important to note that aj is basically an original character as the lore for f13 the game is minimal since the studio stopped updating it. the game is getting shut down for good in 2024 so after that point, there won't be any tangible point of reference anymore for aj since her source material will be gone. therefore i have numerous verses/aus for her, most notably fear street and stranger things, to shove her into to make up for the lack of lore surrounding the game specifically. she's very crossover friendly with other horror genres and i don't mind just writing her as who she is, a teenager who has trauma from a night of massacre, in literally any setting she fits into. i'm okay with writing her as a senior in high school up to like 22-ish? i have verses where she's older (like a sort of Final Girl Returns type thing), but they require more plotting as it strongly depends on the setting.

my aj is also associated with my best friend redacted @anthologized's chad kensington; they are narratively linked and tied together.

name is alice juliet mason, goes by aj exclusively except to her parents who call her alice juliet. i generally write her as 18-22 years old, and she's 19 the night of the killings. goth girl who is actually the very studious daughter of two devout catholics, using the summer break from her schooling to get away from their stifling auras. unfortunately for her, the summer would end in terror.

in my narrative for aj, the only survivors of the massacre at camp crystal lake are herself and @anthologized's chad, and i feel pretty secure in keeping it this way because i strongly doubt the possibility of ever finding anyone else who writes one of the other counselors. but in case someone does pop up, i'm happy to adjust this to accommodate you.

after the slaying of her fellow counselors, aj ends up returning home to live with her parents and tries going to school at a college closer to home, but after being constantly hounded and harassed by reporters and true crime fanatics, she ends up dropping out entirely and starts to delve into things to cope that send her down a darker path.

this is kind of a bit between redacted and i but we decided to link chad and aj together after we ran over a tiffany player with the car while making a getaway from jason, and that's kind of stuck with us as a Haha Funny Headcanon Oh Shit But What If We Actually Gave Them Trauma sort of thing so, sorry to tiffany but these two ran you down like you were the last stop sign on the road outta hell. rest in piss.

her pinterest board is here.

nicknamed elvira by chad, and it's the only chiding nickname she accepts.

her favorite song/theme song is alice by sisters of mercy. very meta i know.

i'll add more here whenever i think about it more tbh.

#outofcharacter.#aj.#my babygirl (real)

1 note · View note

nakeddavidclub · 3 years

Text

Was wondering if I could use your pho…. oh… ok, then. Don’t mind me. I’ll just see myself out.

#david king #dead by daylight #dbd #jason voorhees #chad kensington #packanack lodge #friday the 13th #friday the 13th the game #NDC

60 notes · View notes

kelsuhart · 4 years

Photo

we love one crybaby

#chad kensington #friday the 13th #friday the 13th game #f13

191 notes · View notes

horrorartist32 · 4 years

Text

Chad: *driving near the exit by himself* HAHA HA Nothing Bad Ever happens to the Kensingtons! Wah!

*Jason smashes the car*

#friday the 13th game #friday the 13th #friday the 13th the game #jason voorhees #chad kensington #clone high #clone high jfk

22 notes · View notes

saltypeepo · 4 years

Text

Been playing friday the 13th lately

#f13 #friday the 13th #video game #jason voorhees #chad kensington

22 notes · View notes

trashmouth-richie · 10 months

Text

VOLUME 12 SUMMARY

this is for anyone who was triggered by the warnings but needs to catchup before volume 13 is dropped

❤️‍🩹When Eddie got to Tooty’s—Chad was there.

❤️‍🩹She was badly hurt

❤️‍🩹Eddie and Chad fight, Chad is a disgusting bastard

❤️‍🩹A flashback happens to 1987, telling how Tooty walked to Eddie’s after getting into an argument that led to abusive behavior at school with Chad.

❤️‍🩹When she gets there, Eddie is strung out on drugs— very much in his fuckboii era.

🤍Gives her money tells her to get lost and that he can’t give her rides when someone forgets her.

🤍This is why she hated him at the beginning of the fic— she needed him and he was dismissive and a fucker.

❤️‍🩹The chapter ends with both Eddie & Tooty very badly hurt.

❤️‍🩹Chad has the upper hand..

❤️‍🩹Tooty is whispering that she loves Eddie, her future and Eddie are uncertain

(This is the flashback)

🖤1987- flashback 🖤