#house of 1000 corpses mary

[cherubgore]

taking care of yourself.

#a remake of an unfinished edit i made a while ago teehee #mary knowles. #house of 1000 corpses #otis driftwood

[explosive-hourglass]

What are your “uncomfortable comfort movies”? Like movies you love and put on to relax and unwind that most people would give you side eye for. Comment or tag them for me

#saw franchise #american mary #american psycho #hostel #girl interrupted #house of 1000 corpses #repo! the genetic opera

[cherubgorearchived]

#minxie rambles. #mine. #house of 1000 corpses #mary knowles. #my sweet baby girl #( she was such a bitch nd then she died )

[dominik528]

House of 1000 Corpses (2003) / Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 (2010)

#Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows #Part 1 #House of 1000 Corpses #films #fantasy #horror #slasher #blood #torture #spoilers #edits #GIFs #similarites #characters #villains #Bellatrix Lestrange #Baby Firefly #Mary Knowles #Hermione Granger

[slasher-male-wife]

Hi, hello!

It's been a while, hasn't it. How are you doing comrade? Personally, I'm doing quite well. I'm going to see Halloween Ends sometime after it releases. I've also gotten a 5 ft tall skeleton I can dance around with in my room.

Back to why I'm here, I was wondering if you could write something about a slasher getting mad at y/n and y/n ignoring said slasher for the next few days, but in the end they end up going to the slasher and start cuddling them or something lovey dovey.

(Preferably Nubbins Sawyer, Choptop Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt + Anyone else if you wanna add em)

Xoxo

-13

Hi anon I’m so sorry this took a bit to get to. Anyway I’ll happily write this for you. I just wrote something like this but for different characters. I had a bit of trouble coming up with what they would be arguing about but I figured it out. I’m in a bit of a Bill Mosely kick because of House of 1000 corpses so this is a great request to have rn.

Slashers and reader making up after a fight

Includes: Nubbins Sawyer, Chop Too Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt

Warnings: Strong language, implied murder, mention of roadkill

Nubbins Sawyer

Nubbins always liked to play jokes on you. They're mostly harmless, something along the lines of just jump scaring you and then it's over. But a few days ago he went a bit too far. While you were outside he staged what looked like his organs coming out of his stomach. You screamed when you saw it and quickly rushed over to his side. After a few moments of pure panic he started to laugh. He pushed off the roadkill guts he got and just laughed. You quickly stood up and shouted at him. Why would he scare you like that? You cussed him out before going back inside.

You avoided him for the next few days. You just couldn't stand to see him. But you couldn't stay mad for long. He didn't mean to scare you that bad did he? He just wanted to spook you right? Nobody actually got hurt. So when you saw him sitting on the couch looking over pictures he took you sat down next to him. This being the first time you've been near him in the past few days he quickly discarded the pictures and wrapped you in his arms.

"Y/N I know you was gonna come back! I knew you was gonna forgive me!" He shouts pulling you into his lap and giving you kisses all along your temple and cheek.

"Ok ok calm down honey!" You say with a smile, "I missed you too. You just scared me really bad. Don't do that again please."

"Oh I promise I won't! I'll be real nice I swear!" He starts to break into quiet laughter and you couldn't help but laugh along too.

Chop Top Sawyer

Today you woke up with a pounding headache and nothing you could do could stop it. You just decided to wait it out in your room with the lights off. You're trying to just relax when you can hear, clear as day, Chop Top playing the radio as loud as ever. You knocked on the walls a few times and told him to quiet down. However he just kept playing his music super loud.

You had enough and got up and walked over to where he was. You turned off the radio and crossed your arms.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Don't you have the decency to at least turn down the radio so I can fucking try and heal this headache?" You shout at him.

"Why the hell'd you turn the music off?" He shouts back at you. You scoff.

"Were you not fucking listening you idiot? I have a fucking migrane and I need quiet so turn the god damn music down!" You shout making your head throb even more.

"Well this is my damn house! I can listen to my music as loud as I want to!" His yelling also makes it worse.

"Well I live here too you know? Maybe think of other people some time!" The two of you went back and forth between this before you stormed off. It's been a few days since and the headache has long passed. You can't help but feel bad for being so mean to your boyfriend.

You pick up a boombox and a cassette and make your way over to Chop Top's room. You knock before entering. He's sitting at a desk where he's making something. You set the box down and put in the tape. Soon the music starts to play and you walk over to him. You lower yourself down to his sitting level and kiss his cheek.

"Whatcha making lovely?" You ask. You're quickly pulled into a tight, bone crushing hug by Chop top and you both start to laugh.

"You're not mad anymore?" He asks

"Of course not honey. I couldn't stay mad forever," You two share a sweet kiss and he pulls away. You get a better peak at what he's making this time, "How about you tell me all about this." You say gesturing to the project.

"I gladly will."

Thomas Hewitt

You'd grown bored waiting upstairs in your room while the family dealt with some new victims. The screaming and yelling has stopped at least an hour ago. You decided to go downstairs just for a little bit before you go crazy. You leave your room and head for the kitchen to grab something to drink. You passed Monty in the living room with a nod and you can see Luda Mae in the back yard hanging up laundry.

You open the fridge and bend down to grab a soda. When you shut the door someone grabs your wrist. You expected it to be Hoyt but it was Tommy. You could see that he was clearly worried. You jumped and took a deep breath.

"Christ Thomas you scared the shit out of me," He points to you and to the floor, "What am I doing down here?" you ask. He nods, "I'm just getting a drink Thomas," He shakes his head and you pull your wrist out of his hand, "I know there are victims here ok? I just got thirsty. I was going mad up in that room too."

He huffs and you put a hand on your hip, "I'm not a child Tommy. I know what you and your family do here alright. Now I'm gonna go back upstairs. I hope that's ok with you." You pop open your soda and you walk out of the kitchen. You spent the rest of the day up in your room. You didn't talk to Thomas when he came up to see you. You were silent during dinner too.

But when it finally came time for bed you saw Thomas already in bed. You laid down next to him and cuddled into him, "I love you." You say. Thomas holds you close to him as a reply.

#nubbins sawyer x reader #nubbins sawyer #chop top sawyer #chop top x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x you #thomas hewitt x y/n #thomas hewitt x reader #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction

[rottingfamily]

help me pick the order of my Halloween movie marathon :)

ill watch them in order of most votes to least

#i just realized im definitely not going to ba able to watch all of these tn RIP #☆

[losergendered]

giving you an update on more (disturbing) movies I found on Tubi: there is two infamous ones called "The Poughkeepsie Tapes" (which is a found footage horror mixed with fictional documentary about a serial killers handwork) and "House of 1000 Corpses" (a 2003 Rob Zombie movie that is gory) I've only watched "The Poughkeepsie Tapes" movie since I've been interested in it, the other one I haven't got to yet. (Maybe you know them, maybe not)

Also, another one to watch is "American Mary", which is a movie about a student in med school who goes into the world of body modification. That one you might like the most since I know you like medicalcore, fair warning that there is a rape scene, but Mary luckily got revenge by turning him into this limbless guy who is hanged by his skin :) I won't spoil the rest but just adding to ur list of things to watch.

oooh ive never heard of the poughkeepsie tapes or american mary but i love house of 1000 corpses!! super campy and weird. i gotta add those other two to my watchlist though!

#rob zombie movies are kinda hit and miss for me but i like house of 1000 corpses. its fun! #well. 'fun'. you know #asks #rape ment #ask to tag

[cherubgore]

anatomy practice.

2,764 words, slight reluctance - but adding dub-con, just to be safe. mary just wants to make rent, live fast and have a good time, too bad for her that her uppity, rich boyfriend can't seem to do any of that for her. not that she'll ever admit that to another living soul, she only took otis, the local art freak up on his offer to meet rent this month; no other reason. sporadic smut, pnv, fingering. uncharacteristically soft otis. crossposted on a03

Feeling ridiculous was an understatement. The dark nylon of her too tight outfit digging into her inner thighs, leaving deep, angry red marks behind each time she adjusted herself; Mary couldn’t believe she agreed to this. All in the name of art, she told herself.

A good, quick way to make some cold, hard cash, too. Everyone would’ve freaked if she told them what she was doing, parents included. Mother thought her photography was something sinful, as if she was taking photos for Play Boy, ironic. Still, her ‘friends’ saw her passions as some little quirk, teasing her with their ‘real’ degrees and ‘actual’ classes. Bill never really understood her passions. None of her friends appreciated her art, not like Otis did. Despite their arguments in class over theories and meanings, fighting for the development room, over the right shade of paint. Otis was still the best person to talk art with.

He’d talk to her about the colors and the setting. About how this angle gave off this impression, maybe this lens would be a better shot. It was nice to hold conversations about photography that went beyond just take the damn photo, Mary. It was a shame everyone thought he was such a freak. He really wasn’t that bad, a little off-putting and strange. Otis shared such a fiery passion for art, Mary couldn’t help but be drawn to him. His art was surreal, grotesque; he painted bodies bending like contortionists, dosing them in bright splashes of gore.

It looked so convincing, almost like he used actual blood and guts in his work. The images held so much pain. Mary’s always wanted to ask him why, what made him want to create such chaos on canvas. But she didn’t feel close enough to ask him anything personal like that. After this, though, they should feel super fucking close. His apartment was drafty, it left her with goosebumps littering every inch of her skin, and humiliatingly her nipples to poke out against her nylon prison. Something she was sure Otis would incorporate into his painting, whether she liked it or not. Ass.

“Are you almost done? My arms are getting tired.” If the bunny costume wasn’t bad enough, he posed her before he started, one hand sassily on her hip, the other pointing up toward the ceiling; classic image of a real Play Boy Bunny. Her mother would have a heart attack if she saw her, but that made it all the more fun. It excited her, too. Not that she would ever admit it, but being so exposed like this, being painting, maybe even the fact that Otis was doing it; it sent shivers of vehement through her.

“A painting ain’t as quick as a photo.” Otis said from behind his easel, his long white blond hair pulled up away from his face in a low bun, “This shit takes actual time.” Mary could feel the smirk in his words. He loved trying to get under her skin, and usually he managed exactly that. If they weren't at each other’s throats, then something was really wrong. As passionate as he was, Otis still felt like his art was superior, that it took more work, a better eye; like he was God's fucking gift to this art school. “You’ll get that money, don’t you worry, mama.”

His pet name bloomed heat in from her core. Doing her best to ignore it, she adjusted her ears back to their perfectly perched spot, the spot that Otis told her was ‘perfect’ and not to move them. Mary turned her attention back to him. “You’re damn right I will,” she huffed, pulling at her suit again. “This is the most degrading thing I’ve ever done. You're just lucky I needed to make rent, Driftwood.” Anatomy practice is what he convinced her to help him with. Something about the teachers saying his stuff was too “off-putting,” not that they were wrong, but they shouldn’t stifle someone’s style. Otis worked mainly in surrealism. Plenty of people weren’t ready for that type of art; Mary thought it was interesting, dark, different. Just like Otis himself was, not that it made him less of an asshole.

“You don’t need to make it look like me, you know. I told you I don’t want anyone else to see me like this.”

“Nah. This is for me only, scout's honor.” He finally peered around the canvas at her, showing off his yellow-toothed, ruggedly handsome grin. The innuendo he left her with shouldn’t have been so damn enticing, just for him? Mary tried to picture where he’d hang the fully finished photo at. Above his bed? In the kitchen? Would her image be a staple in his decor for years to come? God, she hated how much she hoped so. Somehow, Mary couldn’t picture him in a boy scout's uniform, performing the three-finger salute; maybe he did and excelled in survival and arts and crafts. The image made her stifle a giggle, much to Otis’s immediate suspension. He got up swiftly from his stool and strolled over to her. He circled her like a hawk looking for the best, maggot filled, the juiciest morsel of meat; from behind his paint coated hands shot out and grabbed her by her hips. “Something funny, Bunny?”

Yelping, Mary whirled her arm around to slap him, but Otis caught her wrist in his free hand. “Don’t call me that. What are you doing?” She almost welcomed the feeling of his warm and wet hand on her chilly skin.

“I want to try a different pose.” Otis told her, his breath was hot against the shell of her ear, and Mary squirmed in his grip, desperately fighting the urge to push back into him. Otis flexed his hand, gently squeezing at her hip, asking, almost begging. “I’ll pay extra for it. I know you got that boyfriend of yours waitin’.” He muttered, almost bitterly. No, there was no way he could be remotely jealous. They shared some tension in class, sure, they bickered, but there was nothing between them but classic academic rivalry.

“I don’t have any plans with Bill tonight. I do tomorrow. We’re going out for dinner.” Mary told him, dumbly, still reeling. She shuddered when Otis dropped her arm, but returned his hand to laze against her bare shoulder, fingers tapping lightly on her clavicle. His hands were rough, callused. Clearly he did harder work than Bill did at his accounting job. Mary wondered what it was he did, how long he’s been doing it; she wanted to crack open his fucking skull and see what he was really made up of. “I can do another pose for you, Otis.” She wanted too, even when he had her pinned up like this, it thrilled her. The heat building in her core was becoming almost unbearable, and she prayed to god that this outfit was thick enough to hide the wetness that was blooming between her legs.

“Yeah? He taking you out on the town?” Otis asked, bitterness dripping from his tongue like venomous drool. He slides his hand inward, fingers playing with the thin nylon there, itching to slide them inside. It disturbed her how much Mary wanted him to. She’d be a liar if she said this wasn’t something she’s thought about before. Bill was safe, goofy, sweet — but he wasn’t interesting, or dangerous like Otis was; he didn’t light a fire like this inside her, that’s for sure.

“Taking you out to some overpriced bar, I know where you’d rather be.”

“Yeah?” Mary choked out, fighting against all the points from her primal brain to grind herself back on him, end his teasing, and take full control of the situation. “Where is that?”

“Nice dive bar,” Otis muttered, lips ghosting against the back of her neck, tongue daring to poke out and drag itself down the nap, and Mary purred. “Maybe. Some artsy places, places I can’t afford — but I’d work hard to get you into.” His fingers teased the nylon, snapping it back, making her jump. “Here, with me.”

“Otis, please.” We shouldn’t be doing this. Bill was waiting for her, he was so excited to always talk about his day with her. But Mary hated his friends, she hated his boring line of work, she hated everything about him, except for him. “We shouldn’t…” Yet, her hips jerked back against him, and she moaned when she felt him so hard against her. Mary didn’t want Bill. He never made her feel like this, so seen, understood; so angry with wet, hot, need. She would rather be with Otis then some uppity bar, some place that her parents would approve of, Mary was so bored with playing the dutiful daughter, the good girl; no matter how many times she tried to hint that to Bill, he never listened and never would. Otis knew, though. He knew what she wanted, what she needed.

Otis slid his hand through her costume, cupping her sex with his hand, softly chuckling at the warm wetness he found dripping from her. “Gonna ruin the costume, mama. It’s like a goddamn pond down here. That little boyfriend make you boil over like this?” He teased her, rubbing his thumb against her folds, vexing her with only small, gentle pokes to her entrance; enjoying her soft, begging mews far too much to give her anything more. Mary squirmed in his grip, bunny ears sliding from their place on her head, forgotten on the floor to be mangled by their shifting, sliding feet.

“Fuck,” Mary gasped, rocking her hips in tune with his fingers. “Otis, please, please. I need you.” It felt like her legs would give. They were shaking so badly, her hips trying so hard to rut back against him, begging for a release.

“I ain’t going anywhere, bunny. Don’t you worry,” Otis mumbled, lazily leaving kisses against her neck, fingers still dancing around their goal, inching towards it with the precision of a goddamn snail. Mary knew Otis liked it better this way. He liked seeing her, a wobbling, dripping mess in his hands. Finally, he slid one finger inside her, and her brain short-circuited, photopsia flashed in her eyes, knees buckling. Mary allowed Otis to lower them to the ground, his fingers working their way through her orgasm, scissoring her open, drenching his hand in her oozing liquid; purposely targeting her clit with his thumb; overstimulating her past the point of logically thinking.

“Fuck, I think I just came,” Mary panted, her body sore and spent dangled in his arms, legs shaking, clenching around his fingers — willing them to stay exactly where they were.

“Sure felt like it,” Otis muttered in her ear, “Got yourself all over my fingers. You’ve been getting all hot’n bothered this entire time, huh?” He fingered her through her orgasm, and still demanded a second one. He still worked his way into her, rubbing at her red, swollen clit.

“So what if I was?” Mary gasped, trying her best to move her spent hips. “I felt what you’ve been up to, don’t forget.”

“You always got a smart mouth, you fucking know that?” Otis greedily removed his fingers from her core, unceremoniously wiping them against her costume. “It wasn’t talking the big buck a few minutes ago, doe.”

“I paid for this costume, ass. Unless you want to throw in the extra money to get it cleaned.” Mary’s head was still spinning, her entire body reeling from what had just happened. She was still clenching around nothing, her greedy body needing everything but time to recover. Otis still held her from behind, hands on her sides, moving up to cup her breasts in his hands, sucking on her teeth. Mary arched back into him. “Shit, ever heard of a break?”

“Ever thought about shutting up?” Otis bit back, stretching out his long legs around them, “Gonna ruin the damn moment.” He bucked his hips into the small of her back, rubbing himself against her, taunting her with it. Otis was good at that, teasing, edging. He wanted to make her a mess in his hands; moldable putty for him to play with until he got bored.

“Feels like someone’s eager,” Mary hissed when Otis pinched a nipple through her costume, rolling it between his fingers. “I told you not to ruin my costume, shit stain.” She felt his chest rumble in a laugh, rolling against her back. If she wasn’t so damn needy, she might’ve laughed, too.

“Lean forward, baby.” Otis hissed, urging her forward with his hand between her shoulder blades. “I am eager. Can’t wait to fuck you stupid.”

Mary did as she was bid, gasping when she pressed her cheek to the cold tile on the floor, arching her back, presenting herself to him. This is so wrong. What am I doing? She groaned listening to him fumble with his belt, cursing at his own mistakes. Anticipation broke her out in cold sweats; she needed this so bad, needed him. Heat bubbled up in her stomach again, she felt herself dripping through her costume. “Otis, I need it. Come on.”

“Someone’s eager,” Otis mocked, guiding himself to rest on the swell of her ass. “You look real good like this, you know that? Maybe I want to savior this moment. Might paint it later.” He rubbed himself against her pink, wet folds, moaning at the feeling. “You get this wet just for me? Look at you, slobbering all my cock like a twenty-five cent cherry whore.”

Mary’s hips twitched, desperate, “Fuck, come on, I can't take it anymore!” She’d be a whore, she’d be anything if he’d just slide his dick inside her. “I feel like I’m going to go insane, please, please.” He hasn’t even put it inside her yet, and she’s already gone completely stupid.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Otis purred, thrusting himself inside in one swift motion, “Shit, you feel so fucking good.” He pulled back out, watching Mary’s pretty little cunt drool all over his dick, squelching at every move he made. “That feel good? Huh, bunny? Is this what you wanted? What you needed?”

Mary couldn’t fight back the guttural moan that ripped from her. She bucked her hips back into him, staying in rhythm with Otis’s hips, slamming herself back against him, “Yes, yes, yes.” She moaned, “Fuck, this is what I wanted, Otis.” Bill was too slow, too soft, nothing like this, he could never itch the scratch in the same way, make her eyes roll back in her head, have her back arch so painfully; Mary’s body never fought to accommodate him. “I’m gonna cum,” she hissed. “Otis, I’m gonna cum again.”

“Go ahead then, cum for me again.” Otis snickered in her ear, pounding sloppily against her, his own body jittering and twitching with the promise of his own hot, ravenous release.

Skin against skin echoed around the room with only the soft moans, the sounds of their conjoined breathing. Gasping, curling her toes, fingers, pressing herself as far back as she could be against him, Mary came hard with his name on her lips. Exhaustion expelled over her body, she crumbled onto the floor in a messy, sweaty heap. Otis, following her example, pulling himself free and shooting hot streams along her costume, successfully ruining it.

“You ruined my costume,” Mary muttered, rolling over onto her side, facing him. “That’s gotta be an extra twenty bucks.”

“I ruined more than that, bunny. You still got those plans tomorrow?” Otis smirked, rolling onto his back, offering his out-stretched arm to her, knowing that if she took it, she’d be making a deal with the devil.

Mary scooted across the floor to him, wrapping herself up in his warm embrace. Laying her head on his chest, she sighed. Did she still have those plans tomorrow? Did she still want to go back to Bill after this? Could she go back to Bill? It would be a lot harder to fake how much she enjoyed having sex with him now. “I don’t know.” She told him, “I don’t want to, but I think I have to.”

Otis snorted. “You don’t have to do shit, but pay taxes and die, and even then the taxes are an option.” He tightened his grip around her waist, silently telling her she wouldn’t be leaving, at least not for tonight. Tonight she belonged to him, and Otis planned to make the most of it before she went back to that deadweight boyfriend of hers.

#otis b driftwood #otis driftwood smut #slashers #house of 1000 corpses #mary/otis #au settings #horror #slasher fucker #slasher community #minxie writes* #This was wish fulfillment #dont judge me #i was also going to start posting on my old blog; good thing i didnt and everything was lost :')

[inkegg]

Tw: rape

Hmm I watched i spit on your grave for the first time. The 78 film. I remember seeing the dvd case in my parents bedroom when i was a kid. I know its my dads favorite movie but we never watched it together. Seeing it i understand why he hesitated with this movie in particular when we would watch his other favorites like house of 1000 corpses. And now knowing the controversy around it i understand why it is his favorite. He's always been anti censorship, and the banning around the film likely made him hold it more dear than if it had been released without a hitch. I don't think I would watch this movie again but I didnt hate it. My own favorite horror movie is American Mary another rape revenge film, which arguably has more gore. The horrific aspect of i spit on your grave really is the drawn out rape scene. Its visceral and grotesque to the point i was shocked to find people thought it was a glorification of rape. I understand the culture around rape, and how often these scenes get thrown into media. How often its used as a plot point to strengthen a woman.. to give her depth. But I dont think every and all media on rape should be treated like a glorification. Having found out the inspiration for the film i think there's some merit to it being created. Not everyone is going to talk about a topic well.. but that doesn't mean the conversation should stop. For me, I can watch media like this and still remain in a good head space. I wouldn't recommend it for anyone sensitive to the topic. Nor would I casually recommend the movie at all to friends or peers. A hard watch for sure, but definitely leaves me understanding my father more.

#tw: sa

[cherubgorearchived]

they made out after this,

#house of 1000 corpses #baby/mary. #she should've been final girl fr the TENSION

[psychosomaticdeicide]

Hallowed Be Thy Ween 100 Horror Movie List

Here is my list of 100 (and one) horror movies currently available to watch on Tubi. The list is 9,457 minutes, or 158 hours, or 6 and a half full days long.

Detention (2019)

Ring (1998)

Ring Spiral (1998)

Ring 2 (1999)

Ring 0 (2000)

Sadako 3D (2012)

Sadako 3D 2 (2013)

Sadako [DOL] (2019)

Dead Rising: Watchtower (2015)

Dead Rising: Endgame (2016)

The Poughkeepsie Tapes (2007)

Bubba the Redneck Werewolf (2014)

Body Bags (1992)

Puppet Master (1989)

Suspiria (1977)

Dumplings (2004)

To Your Last Death (2020)

Re-Animator (1985)

Bride of Re-Animator (1991)

The Blob (1958)

Dance of the Dead (2008)

Play Dead (2023)

Captive (2023)

Vietnamese Horror Story (2022)

Baby Blue (2023)

Slumber Party Massacre (1982)

Slumber Party Massacre 2 (1987)

Final Destination (2000)

Come to Daddy (2020)

Cube (1997)

Cube 2: Hypercube (2002)

Cube 0 (2004)

Patient Seven (2016)

Closed School (2019)

When a Stranger Calls (1979)

Videoverse (2021)

Villains (2019)

Audition (1999)

Bilocation (2013)

Beyond the Black Rainbow (2010)

The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920)

Nosferatu[: A Symphony of Horror] (1922)

Nosferatu the Vampyre (1979)

The Phantom of the Opera (1925)

Mandy (2018)

Hagazussa (2017)

The Night Shift (2018)

The Closet (2020)

Dark Tales of Japan (2004)

Signal 100 (2019)

Tomie: Beginning (2005)

Tomie: Revenge (2005)

Tomie Unlimited (2011)

Ox-Head Village (2022)

Mourning Grave (2014)

Satanic Panic (2019)

Elizabeth Harvest (2018)

V/H/S (2012)

V/H/S/2 (2013)

V/H/S: Viral (2014)

Hansel & Gretel (2007)

Deadly Blessing (1981)

Knife+Heart (2018)

Last House on Dead End Street (1977)

Terror Train (1980)

American Mary (2012)

Antiviral (2012)

Tamara (2005)

Last House on the Left (1972)

Disturbing Behavior (1998)

Possum (2018)

The Devil’s Carnival (2012)

Repo! The Genetic Opera (2008)

Vampariah (2016)

Always Watching: A Marble Hornets Story (2015)

Slender (2016)

Dark Web: Descent into Hell (2022)

Stephen King’s IT (1990)

Stalker (2021)

The Ghost [Lo Spettro] (1963)

Grave of the Vampire (1972)

Hellraiser (1987)

All Hallows’ Eve (2013)

All Hallows’ Eve 2 (2015)

Bones (2001)

13 Sins (2014)

House of 1000 Corpses (2003)

Killer Klowns from Outer Space (1988)

Don’t Hang Up (2017)

The Girl Who Got Away (2021)

The Lazarus Effect (2015)

The Thing [from Another World] (1951)

Escape Room (2017)

Vacancy (2007)

Vacancy 2: The First Cut (2009)

The Tunnel (2011)

Char Man (2019)

Nightlight (2015)

The Tingler (1959)

The Pit and the Pendulum (1961)

Dark Water (2003)

#incoherent screeching into the abyss #there’s like. content warnings on top of content warnings for most of this shit

[prometheuswounds]

aughhh I need to remake my horror zine I wanna include more in it!!!!! i wanna talk about who is DENIED womanhood in horror, how often killers are relegated to some kind of subhuman role be it the overly sexualized beauty (I'm thinking house of 1000 corpses, American Mary, honestly audition in many respects) or be it the woman-who-is-denied-womanhood (literally any old or even vaguely trans character). what cushioning does that do? does it make the audience feel better about the situation, able to think of the killers as not "really" human in a full and realized way? good morning btw

#txt #sorry I know I've been batshit lately. Its bc I'm sexy and correct

[lonleywriters-blog]

What horror movies/slashers have you seen?

Gosh so many it's wild, basically the basics plus house of 1000 corpses, house of wax, and American Mary

[bootlegspiders]

Slashers/Horror Masterlist

[Halloween (OG and RZ)]

Michael Myers

Laurie Strode

[Friday the 13th]

Jason Voorhees

[Carrie]

Carrie White

[The Boy]

Brahms Heelshire

Greta Evans

Malcolm

[House of Wax]

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

[The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (OG and remake)]

Thomas Hewitt

Bubba Sawyer

[Black Christmas]

Billy Lenz

Jess Bradford

[Candyman]

Daniel Robitaille

[Child's Play]

Tiffany Valentine

Charles Lee Ray

Glen/da Ray (platonic/gen unless they make an appearance in the show)

[Sleepaway Camp]

Angela Baker (platonic/gen)

[Psycho]

Norman Bates

[Hellraiser]

Pinhead/ Elliot Spencer

Kirsty Cotton

Fem!Cenobite/ Nikoletta

[The Collector]

Asa Emory

Arkin O'Brien

Elena Peters

[Scream]

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Sydney Prescott

[American Mary]

Mary Mason

[Let The Right One In]

Eli (platonic/gen)

Oskar (platonic/gen)

[Malignant]

Gabriel May

Madison Lake-Mitchell/ Emily May

Sydney Lake

[House of 1000 Corpses]

Baby Firefly

Otis Driftwood

[The Conjuring]

Valak/ The Nun

[13 Ghosts]

Dennis Rafkin

[Laid to Rest]

Chromeskull/ Jesse Chromeans

Spann

[Hellfest]

The Other

[The Shape of Water]

Eliza Esposito

The Creature

[The Mummy]

Evelyn Carnahan

Rick O'Connell

Ardeth Bay

Jonathan Carnahan

Imhotep

Anck Su Namun

[Hannibal (show and movies)]

Hannibal Lecter

Clarice Starling

Will Graham

Alana Bloom

Beverly Katz

Bedelia du Maurier

Freddie Lounds

Francis Dolarhyde

Reba McClane

Margot Verger

[Crimson Peak]

Chiyoh

Edith Cushing

Thomas Sharpe

Lucille Sharpe

Alan McMichael

[Predator]

Yautja

[The Crow]

Eric Draven

[Sinister]

Bughuul

#masterlist

[fkyumerica]

leon married anne marie and it is them in house of 1000 corpses

they did have major plastic surgery already from excess skin removed

they threaten at each other to fuck someone else to make them jealous to punch someone then" oh no prison i cant get anything"

gay men gay for like 8 weeks wont stop fucking only those men

then giant war cry

brian/scott/tom/their son/jeffery

their son comes back as gay michelle

fuck me down take me hard i dont wanna live as this anymore

so gay for anything cant stop grabbing on the ground

wont let go of a tree, older mated with the infant, the infant wont stop holding onto something

they do it to leave more

not gay yet? yea once they let go

rose and jack

anne marie and leon

both just had surgery

and again 4900 of them

make them into a disfigured blob, or car crash

they group themselves

teach it or do it yourself