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honeybeesmilk · 7 months
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Based on true events
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spitfireriott · 5 months
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Someone sent me this meme and I couldn’t help myself 😭😭😭
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lavishl0ve · 7 months
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🩸 Johnny Slaughter x Fem Reader 🩸
!disclaimer!
I love Johnny and he low-key inspired me to write something. This is my first “fic” and is a decent length (lol), if y’all are interested in the full story please lmk!! (btw nothing spicy in this first part- sorry 😔) Thank and enjoy.💋💋
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Part 1: The Cellar
Oh God, stay quiet… I silence my whimpers pushing my hand against my mouth as I watch the skinned face wearing man run around frantically. Each rev of his chainsaw had made me flinch. I slowly shift myself in the shadows hoping to avoid detection, the tall grass covering my view. The sky is painted with tones of tangerine complimented by flesh-colors. The longer time seems to pass the more I seem unable to move. I take a deep breath and squeeze my eyes shut hoping to escape reality, the darkness only paints pictures in my head. Julie. Hanging on that meat hook in that red room. I suddenly feel a wetness dripping down my cheek. We didn't deserve any of this, especially not her and God knows where the others are. I just hope they're safe. The others. I have to do this for them, I have to escape. Adrenaline seems to rush through me, I peek my head above the grass searching around hoping for a clear shot. No sign of them. I slowly ascend and sneak towards what seems to be the closest exit. I dive back into a patch of grass as I hear the sound of the chainsaw approaching again. The sounds accompanied with female screams… Ana’s screams. My body makes its own decision and suddenly I flee from the grass patch running towards the gated fence, the sky darkening. Keep running Y/N. Just keep running. Tears blur my vision as the scream becomes distant for each pace I run. I shouldn't, I can't help doing so, only hoping to confirm reality. I look behind my shoulder, that man drilling the chainsaw through her abdomen, her blue tank top now red. Stained with her own blood. I run faster but can't help to look away. A loud snap erupts from beneath me; fire engulfs my right leg and I trip over. My ankle caught in some bone contraption it had cut deep, deep enough to see tissue. That man sensed the sound, revving up his stalled chainsaw, I look back panicking and quickening my pace to release myself. The pain is horrific. Blood drips into my shoes and I limp towards that gate. No. The faint symbol of a red padlock is tightened around the gate. I won't make it. I scream out in pain hoping for the slightest bit of hope. A deteriorating wooden barn. Maybe I can hide there. I shift my direction pulling my leg along with me as that man approaches. I ran through the large doors, the barn still in darkness. I looked behind again, that man hadn't been able to squeeze through the crawl space I shimmied through. I have distance. I’ll be okay. I face forward and crash into a hard surface. I fall back onto the floor and my vision blurs. Blood rushing to my brain, fumbling the noise around me, the chainsaw re-approaching and the laugh of a man in front of me, faint footsteps walk toward me, the orange hues of the sky paint out his features. My vision is blurry, I can only map out his sleeveless tank top, and his slicked hair…? He grips a knife in his right hand. He crouches down his arms wrapping around my waist. I groan out in pain. His hard chest instituted a throbbing headache, my head pounding. He leans forward toward my face.
“Oh, I’m keeping you.” The man growls.
Then with a effortless hurl he throws me over his shoulder. My sight goes foggy. I can’t lose consciousness now. Stay awake. With each step the man takes his shoulder digs deeper into my stomach. I can't seem to stay awake. No need to fight back anymore. This is my fate.
“S’okay, I got er’ boy.” The man says, “Put that chainsaw to use. Find the other one.”
A low moan had replied from the man with the chainsaw, like an agreement. Wait- the other one…? Leland! He’s still alive! I cry out, putting each ounce of strength into my punches trying to knock myself down from the man's shoulder.
“No need to fight me on this Darlin’. You’ll just make it harder for yourself.” He remarks.
I grunt still trying to fight back. I’ve done no damage to anything but myself. I feel my energy slip away along with my consciousness…
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I awaken to the cold beneath me, I sit on the wet concrete ground. My vision clears, I look above, my wrists had been tied to the wall. I pull against the rope hoping to loosen them. I feel my blood circulation cutting off, my hands are numbing. It’s too tight and I can't seem to make any wiggle room. I look around hoping for some sort of tool I can use. Nothing. The cell just contains a worn-out mattress. Just great. I crawl over on the mattress hoping it’ll bring me more comfort than the cold floor. It’s better…I guess. I sit in silence, my head against the stone wall for what feels like an eternity. I fumble with my shirt. My shirt- it’s different. Damn. That outfit I had on was my favorite. Now I’m stuck in this worn out oversized black shirt. Realization had hit me, they changed my clothes, had that man undressed me? Shivers ran through my veins; I disregard the thought. Suddenly a woman skips in front of my cell giggling whilst peeking through. I hadn’t heard her approach.
“Aww, you’se caught yourself an aw’fully purty one.” The woman remarked.
She dragged her razor blade along the iron bars making a scraping sound, hitting each bar. Laughing mockingly.
“Leave the girl alone Sissy.” The man approached.
The same man from earlier had stood next to the woman supposedly named Sissy. He jumbled his keys, standing in front of the lock for the cellar.
“Ain’tcha got things to do??” The man says sternly.
“You ain’t no fun Johnny.” She replies, clicking her tongue and walking away.
Johnny inserts the key into the lock, twisting it and sliding the cell door open. Then closes it behind him. I find myself backing against the corner, the cold shooting through my spine once my bottom contacts with the cold floor again. Johnny turns around, walks over toward the mattress and sits down, his arms resting on his knees. I sat a few inches away from him. Completely defenseless. He shifts his head toward the left a bit, enough only so he could see me. I stare down at the ground avoiding eye contact. He analyzes me for a while. Complete silence.
“You can look at me y’know?” He breaks the silence.
I feel tears dwelling in my eyes, “What do you want?”
“Ain’t no need to be cryin’ sweetheart, ‘m not gonna hurt ya’...” He trails off.
He removes some sort of compact tin from his jean pocket, following a roll of gauze...? He places them on the mattress and gestures to my leg where I’d been caught. It takes me a moment to realize what he’s motioning towards. I look down and realize my leg has been wrapped up. I gasp slightly, surprised he wouldn't have just let me rot. I scoot forward slowly allowing him to have access to my ankle, I watch slowly as he unwraps the bandage trying to see the damage that was done. I hiss once the cold air touches the wound.
“Those damn traps he be makin’,” he laughs shaking his head, “Work a lil’ too well.”
Johnny then grabs the tin container from his side, it contains some sort of topical cream. He rubs two fingers into the paste and rubs it over the wound.
“Ah-” I groan in pain. The topical stinging my cut.
“You’se all right sweetheart.” He reassures me.
I shut my eyes, furrowing my brows waiting for the stinging to be over. I can feel the gauze wrapping lightly around my ankle. For a man that had brought me and held me captive in their basement Johnny's surprisingly gentle. I can't tell why but, I find myself ease around him a bit.
“Johnny-” I speak,
He looks up at me inquisitive, like I said something wrong. He raises his eyebrows, waiting.
“...why are you helping me?”
He chuckles to himself; a piece of his hair drops in front of his face.
“Can’t have our food spoiled now, can we?” He looks up.
My eyes widen at his response, I try and jerk my leg away, but his grip stays firm, his calloused hands keeping me from backing away.
“I was jokin’.”
He finishes tying up the gauze and rises to his feet. He leaves, re-locking the cell door. And then again, I’m left in the cell waiting, thinking. I try to stand seeing where I am, yet can’t reach the front of the cell, my wrists beginning to burn from all the tugging on the rope. I stop, throwing myself on the rough mattress. My dreams ought to be better than this place, right?
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massacredzombie · 8 months
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hiii! i just wanna say i absolutely adore your art and i love all of the love for the victims <3
I was wondering if we could see something with the friend group on a picnic or one some kind of friend date? maybe even out camping or something similar! :)
these poor kids deserve some fluff for all the shit they get put thru and ur art heals my soul in that regard LMAO
Omg well first of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭 and one of these days I’m definitely gonna draw that camping scenario cause that would be so much fun
But here u go <333
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cootiekitten · 15 days
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More jahnney appreciation as if there isn't enough
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+ threatening Julie to take cute pics with us
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akuchoi · 8 months
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girlfriends! twitter always sees it first, but to the 2 jissy(?) enjoyers, eat up.
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iorbit · 3 months
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a doodle i did for maria and julie at the beach their freshman year of college...
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🤍 the kind of picture u look at on those lonely nights desperately wondering where ur bsf is
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sugarschnaps · 8 months
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They might not have the fandom's love just yet, but they certainly have each other's.
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Based on my hcs for Julie <3
(Purely platonic)
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j3tc1ty · 3 months
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I drew my swf w/ @marioggy 👀👀👀 its our favourite ship so I had to make a fanart of them eheh (don't mind the background lmfao I tried)
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xokyart · 7 months
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Well, I don't really like this artwork because of a couple of nuances. I made this fan art before I made an account, but now I decided to add it here. This is also an addition to the previous post with Johnny, but I was too lazy to add blood (sowwy)
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marioggy · 7 months
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I wanted to draw more Bubba I swear !
But
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seriiialkiller · 6 months
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Tcm memes I edited pt.2
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alittlebitofeverthang · 2 months
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Anybody else just really attracted to Johnnys psychological mind? Like literally wonder and theorizing about how his mind work. About how dangerous he really is. Is it just me? Plus I’m excited about out the new Johnny cosmetic. Imma absolutely use it against people if I can. Catch the simps lacking 😂
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massacredzombie · 7 months
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Fall shenanigans w Julie and Connie <333
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leonsmommykink · 4 months
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here’s my personal tcm fan casts i have currently that make no sense to anyone but myself
starting off, we have jason london as leland, specifically his role as “pink” from dazed and confused
then, i have christian serratos as ana! i think about ana’s promo pic showing off the victims and thought they looked so similar
next, i have katherine mcnamara (i think i spelled her name right??) you can’t tell me that’s not connie
chosen jacobs is sonny!!! final discussion!!! both chosen and sonny are so similar in personality it’s crazy!!!
then i have dakota johnson as julie! i don’t have any logical reasoning behind this at all
finally, i have jared padalecki as johnny!!!! someone on tumblr had mentioned their similarities and now i can’t see johnny as anyone else other than jared 😭
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bbugsy · 8 months
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is it any surprise the most stoner looking victim is my main lmao
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