#loserwitchbitch

[bisexual-horror-fan]

emerging briefly to gush here bc i’ve been watching Freddy’s Nightmares all morning and like i always definitely saw the appeal in Freddy and would have my moments of being into him but like. Bexxx. Freddy Queen. It’s Happened. i believe my latent freddy fucker trait has been ✨awakened✨and i thought you would appreciate that knowledge lol. if the camera focuses on his hands one more fucking time i am going to go feral

Ahhhhh K!

Oh my fucking Goddd! I DID IT!

I am so, so fucking happy to hear this. I needed a win today and this brought a massive grin to my face! Have fun going through that Freddy masterlist of mine K! You got a lot to dig into!

#YESSSS #And JUST in time for fathers day! #loserwitchbitch #K I love you sm #BHF asks

[darkestamralime]

drew kingston x poppy monroe | 1.6k | past forced drug use; past drug addiction; past kidnapping; referenced familial death; angsty fluff; they have feelings | @loserwitchbitch

𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓼, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓾𝓰𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴, 𝓲 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝔂

------𝔦 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔥

Poppy will always remember the first time Drew stepped foot in her apartment. She had meant to call her old dealer, just a letter off. Just a misclick. An accidental call that had probably saved her life But every day it felt like something more than that. Some cosmic push in his direction.

The nightmares were back, so real and vivid she was beginning to wake already in the fits of a panic attack. So many years spent running, looking over her shoulder, and even now, six feet underground, he still terrorizes her. She can never forget his fingers around her throat, the uncountable times cold metal pressed into her flesh and showered them both with her blood. Group isn't helping, nothing is helping. She knows what will, slamming her thumb down, preparing herself for the choice that she was making.

"Hello?" his voice tired, like she had imagined. The kick to her heart doesn't help, the apology is on her tongue when he speaks again, "Poppy?" there's urgency, something like caring.

"I'm not okay," the only words she can manage before a sob rips through her throat.

How he knew where to go or how fast he must've driven aren't the questions on her mind when he walks through the door. Just why? Why he cared so much? Why he even answered? But those eyes are everywhere and she just wants to feel safe.

Drew is safe.

He doesn't speak a word just gathers her in his arms and holds her tight, hands running against the damp back of her sweat-soaked tank top. It's the tightest she's been held with any sense of kindness since she was a child. She means something here, that's what gentle hands wiping away tears and soft hushes tell her. That's what he tells her.

"You have to talk about it," he says softly, chapped lips brushing against the shell of her ear, "You have to tell someone the truth," briefly catching on the hoop there before he pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

How does she even begin to explain what it feels like to be truly haunted? That's where she starts. She supposes there, the first time she'd felt unseen eyes attempting to peel the flesh from her bones. 19 years old, thinking she could do college, pretending that she'd felt nothing burying her mother, realizing how truly alone she was now. Tired and overworked, but not unaware. That had been his first mistake; Poppy refused to be prey. The running hadn't been the hard part, it was knowing that there was someone there. Just behind her, always out of sight.

"It was his smell first," she spoke, curled in the window frame, her first cigarette in two years hanging between her fingers, "This cheap imitation of my grandpa's cologne. Like he could trick me," crinkling her nose at the memory, "Something about it always smelt rancid, even in the beginning, even before..."

Silence for falls, for near an hour. Even when the filter was a smoldering ember sizzling on the damp concrete below. That's where her train to never-ending Hell boards , the pain, her addiction, everything starts that night. Even the nightmares won't take her back there and here she was, knowing that's the only place she can really begin.

"There is nothing you could say that would change how I feel about you," offering his hand, this isn't the moment to talk about what he means but how he helps her to the couch and pulls her close makes her truly hope they'll get to.

One day.

The drugs, as terrifying and surprising as they are, are truly wonderful. He seemed to mean the words he'd always repeat to her, I don't want to hurt you. For a moment, all the pain was gone in a wonderful rush, she expects a crash, the hard fall she's always heard about. But that won't do. He can't bend her that way. At first, she truly fears the worst, what else could he want? Drugging her and stealing her away into the night could only lead on place, at least she had thought. But this is different, cutting into her mind and forcing memories she doesn't want ever again. Glassy dead eyes, forceful hands in the back of a Camaro, blood. There aren't enough drugs to keep the memories at bay, not if he wants her alive.

Her back to his chest as he drug his fingers deliberately across her skin, keeps her here and now. But steely grays seem to peek from every shadow all the same. Just as they had then, when he played grainy footage from her first dance recital. When he said he loved her and disgust twisted in her gut because she believed him. In his own twisted way, he did. It had been a decade since she'd heard those words. It had made her sob, heart aching when he spoke them, till her throat stung with the bile that she'd begun to wretch. More drugs.

"You didn't mean to call me," it isn't a question, her breath catches, expecting him to push her away, reminding her there was always someway she could ruin even the smallest good, "More drugs can't be the answer. More is never the answer, no matter the sin."

"What about you?" she's quick to counter, feeling a rush at his grip tightening, "More of you feels like the answer," drowning in her vulnerability, unable to focus on anything but the comfort he blanketed her world in.

His breath catches, she can feel him tense and relax, "What happened next?" his arm slipping around her waist and hoisting her against him, face pressed in the crook of her neck.

Coping had built her tolerance, the cuffs had been loose, maybe it truly was ignorance. Or some part if him wanted to sabotage the demented man he's become. One last subconscious jab at something close to real love. But it ends in pain. Coughing blood on an abandoned highway, holding her guts in with dirt-caked hands and hoping against all hope this was the end.

The morphine is beautiful but it only can only hold the inevitable at bay for so long. A year and a half of drugs, seven months of sobriety, a falter of a few months and then three years on track. Going to her meetings, working her programs, her therapies, like a good girl. Doing what she was supposed to do, keeping herself alive, safe. That's what it's all for, right? Normality.

But still it happens all over again. Except he's angrier. There's pain. She's chewed up his love and spat it back in his face. There is only dark. A thin mattress on a cold floor and the drugs. She hates them, she loves them. But Poppy will hate him always, she reminds him when she can, when the sobriety peaks through the cracks. He's smarter now. Bigger doses, more often, a tighter chain that is meant to make her wince. But he can't plan for everything. And the sweet release of this prison one way or another was not a need to be trifled with. Goaded on by higher highs and lower lows, so easily tangled with the knowledge that an end was an end no matter how bloody.

She remembers the blood and the pain, but mostly she remembers laughing. A maniacal sound as she plunged. The knife into him over and over again. The joy turned to sobs when the police pulled her off him, when reality set in. He was gone but everything left in his wake would remain. The addiction, the fight, the scars. Some part of him would live on in her. And that was the most terrifying part, wasn't it? That no matter how hard she tried, nothing would truly wash him away. How-

"No!" His grip tightens on her bicep like never before, keeping her from turning away from him, "That's not true," no anger in his voice, just dripping with sadness. Taking a deep breath, Poppy reminded herself not to confuse it with pity, "It's not forever. Not for you," his voice shakes and she's starting to wonder if she isn't the most vulnerable person in the room. If even answering her call had been some ripping open of his chest to show her his insides, "Never for you."

How he can know, she has no idea, just that she believes him. It's not a power he holds over her, this isn't unwilling, she's happy to bend beneath his will. And she's only ever been rewarded with kindness, his wishes were her happiness, for some light.

"It's you," she hums, holding his cheek in her hand, "You're the light."

She'd been so little, unable to sleep. Nightmares or monsters, she's not sure. Just that she'd curled up beside her grandfather, nagging him awake until his groggy voice agreed to tell her a story. The only one he knew by heart. Even now she knows it's about her grandmother. A princess locked away in a tower by a cruel king, a flimsy explanation of an abusive father that made her fear slamming doors till the day she passed. And he had saved her. His beautiful light, who wouldn't fade no matter how hard the darkness tried to take her. That was the part she could never understand, it felt like the only part of the story that may truly be a fairytale.

Until here.

Until now.

You'll find your light, flower, he had said, sometimes she still hears it in her dreams. But now, staring at Drew, it's the loudest it's ever been. An echo that seems to know more from beyond the grave than she ever could living the moment here and now.

He nods slowly, turning his head ever so slightly to kiss her palm before loosening his own grip till his fingers drug loosely down her skin to tug at her elbow, "It's good you called me."

Poppy nodded. What was left to say?

#kingroe #drew kingston x poppy monroe #poppy monro x drew kingston #slasher oc #final girl oc #loserwitchbitch #drew kingston #poppy monroe

[lady-of-glass-and-bone]

a cute thing that happened today - my cat decided his little lambchop toy is his favorite now and while he was playing he held it in his mouth and shook it like a dog. Then he flopped down and took a nap with his dog aunt who he learned his play tactics from (she likes to be his big spoon 🥺)

DOG AUNT?! I love it! Thank you so much for sharing this❤️

#loserwitchbitch #awwww #that's so fucking adorable #duck quacks

[artsymaddie]

JUST WANTED TO SAY HI AND ILY AND I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A GOOD NIGHT. I AM STUCK AT WORK AND CRYING ABOUT OUR HUBBY AGAIN 😭

HELLO MY DARLING SISTER WIFE!!!!! SURPRISE! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My night just got 50000% better now that I get to tell you how wonderful you are 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💓💓💓💓💓💓

I’m sorry you’re stuck at work but I hope thinking of that gorgeous man helps time go by quickly!!!!!!!!! He’s just so dreamy idk how he can expect us to focus on anything that isn’t him??????

#loserwitchbitch #sister wife

[jar-of-ectoplasm]

💀Tag Game💀

Thank you @someone-reanimated for tagging me!!

📽Favorite Film📽

The Lost Boys or Reanimator, but I do have a soft spot for Coraline

🎶Favorite Band🎶

It's always changing, but right now my favorite artists are: Ghost, CORPSE and Hozier

⏳Favorite Decade⏳

The 1970's-80's have always been cool to me

🚗Favorite Vehicle🚗

1967 Chevy Impala or a hearse

🌙☀️Day or Night☀️🌙

Night

🏷Nicknames From Family Members🏷

Gremlin and Lurker are the popular ones right now

♎Zodiac Sign♎

Libra

🐌Pets🐌

Black cat, her name is muffin and she is evil

Tagging: @loserwitchbitch @slashercrazed @theyreonlynoodlesmike

#fuck my bio homework but I'll play as many ask games as I can

[xmichaelmyers]

choose one:

fangs or pointed ears • immunity or immortality • wings or horns • greek mythology or egyptian mythology • chokers or anklets • dark red or dark green • glitter or blush • heels or boots • ripped jeans or fishnets • long nails or short nails • vampire or werewolf • oceans or forests • books AND movies • phone calls or text messages • rings or studs • skirts or jeans

Tagging: @rahorarty @slasherholic @trashyslashysworld @loserwitchbitch

#ask games

[bisexual-horror-fan]

what i don’t understand is how customers can be that rude and have like no conscience about it?? like i will feel guilty for a whole week if i forget to say good morning or ask the baristas how they’re doing, so what kind of mental gymnastics do these fools have to do in order to be actively hostile to someone just doing their job and then not be consumed with guilt afterwards???? like it just doesn’t make SENSE it takes so much more effort to be mean to someone and for what?

YEAH ME EITHER K!

I dunno how they live with themselves. The best is when people scream at you through the fucking drive thru speaker and then act all normal at the window, like being confronted with the fact that this is a legit human starts to make em act right.

Customers are a different breed stg.

#Like just BE NICE #PLEASE #IT AIN'T HARD #BHF asks #loserwitchbitch #I love you K

[bisexual-horror-fan]

So i was depression scrolling on wayfair and thought u would wanna know that they have a cardboard cutout of freddy on there rn 👀 it’s like $50 US so idk how much it would cost for u but still felt like it was important to share

Mannn that is a reasonable price for sure but Mr.Bex says since I already have a body pillow of the man I can't! Booooo. If Tina and I''s podcast really takes off when we get into it thoooo, he says that can change!

#Omfg that gif tho #BHF asks #loserwitchbitch #THANK YOU SM FOR THINKING OF ME K #I LOVE YOUUUU

[bisexual-horror-fan]

so my doctor prescribed me a medication specifically to control my nightmares (lol yay ptsd) and i just feel like that is Very Sexy and Very Nancy Thompson of me and idk i just thought out of anyone you would appreciate that 🥰❤️ now i just wanna watch ANOES3 and revel in these vibes right now

K I fucking love this ask to much and am giving you the biggest and most platontic of smooches, thank you so much for sharing with all of us. It IS very Nancy Thompson of you, feel those vibes!

#Feeling your Westin Hills French Vanilla Fantasy #BHF asks #loserwitchbitch #ALSO HI #I LOVE AND MISS YOU AND HOPE YOU ARE WELL

[bisexual-horror-fan]

your post just reminded me that when i was packing my craft supplies the other day i found the yarn i had bought to knit myself a freddy sweater with and it made me think of you lol. as soon as i’m settled in the new house i’m gonna finally start working on it 🥰

Ahhhh K!!! I miss you! I love this message, this is so exciting! I hope to see pictures when it is done!

#A hand made Freddy sweater of your very own #How speical! #You are so talented #loserwitchbitch #K my beloved #BHF asks

[bisexual-horror-fan]

random thought i had while jamming to MSI at work (the perks of unsupervised night shifts 🥰), but Stu would 100% have the entirety of Fuck Machine memorized, and it pisses Billy off bc he always ends up with it stuck in his head when Stu walks around the apartment singing it to himself

God fucking yes K, thank you so much for sharing this because you are fully right. Headcanon signed, sealed, endorsed and Triple X Bexxx approved.

I love the idea of Stu just singing it and he has been playing it so much lately that Billy unintentionally starts finishing the lyric and realizes what he is doing halfway through and gets all fucking mad about it like “-we can make a fuck machi-GODDAMNIT!” Tell’s Stu to stop playing and singing that shit so much and Stu is just fucking cakleing.

Amazing, I love it.

#BHF asks #Billy Loomis And Stu Macher #BHF headcanons #loserwitchbitch

[bisexual-horror-fan]

AHHHH BEX!!! THE TRIPLE X BEXXX QUEEN OF SLASHER PORN!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️ I HOPE YOUR DAY IS AS AMAZING AS YOU ARE 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

AHHHH! Thank you K! I'm gonna really try, I'm out of town with Mr.Bex for some family stuff, going out f breakfast, maybe a swim at my uncle's place and some other stuff! Still have TWO full days off after today too, gonna have a birthday movie night with Tina, can you BELIEVE we haven’t watched Baby Driver together yet? Criminal. It's gonna be great!

#I will post pictures #BHF asks #BHF birthday #Loserwitchbitch

[bisexual-horror-fan]

you know what i think?? i think you’re not only an amazing writer, but also so supportive and such a good person and i feel really lucky that i have gotten the chance to start to know you through these lil blogs of ours and i hope we can start talking even more in the future 🥺❤️

-totally anon and not k at all 👀🤫

Thank you so much for this K.

It's been a rough fucking day for me over here and I really appericate the kind words. I feel really lucky to have gotten to know you and hope we can start talking a lot more too!

You are rad as fuck and I can't wait to get to know you even better.

#Ask games #BHF asks #K is an angel for real #loserwitchbitch

[bisexual-horror-fan]

oh u wanna know what’s wrong with u??? HOW ABOUT THAT YOU LIVE IN ANOTHER COUNTRY AND I AM POOR SO I WILL ONLY EVER BE ABLE TO YELL AT YOU FROM HERE ON THE INTERWEBZ ABOUT HOW AMAZING YOU ARE. I FIND IT INCREDIBLY RUDE!!!!

Honestly! All of my friends on here are fucking AMERICAN! (gag) it is so BULLSHIT! Like how dare you all not be up here in Canada with me? It is so fucking stupid. The distance between all of us is very, very rude. 

#BHF asks #ask games #loserwitchbitch #Also thank you for sending this in

[bisexual-horror-fan]

😊😟😫(aka i know ur really nice and all but i am Awkward and can not think of an opener so here have these as a gesture of my awkward affection)

😊 - I think you are a really friendly person.

😟 - I wish I had the courage to start talking to you. 

😫 - I admire you from the sidelines because you seem cool and I’m just a dork

BRUH!

Oh my Godddd are you kidding me?

1.This is so nice. And 2. I am the dork here, you seem cool AF and you better watch out cuz I’ll start talking to you and never heckin’ stop! 

Legit thank you for this is very sweet.

#loserwitchbitch #what a queen #she is nervous to talk to me? #Shook. #I will become your friend #I will chat with you #WATCH ME #BHF asks

[artsymaddie]

3, 4, 14, 15, 16 :D

3. When is your birthday?

December 4!

4. What is your zodiac sign?

Sag Sun, Libra Moon, Gemini Rising (My Libra moon is so dominant lol)

14. Are you psychic in any way?

I used to think I wasn’t at all and was just super obsessed with witches and general spooky things, but my whole life I’ve had dreams of things that then end up happening to me whether it’s an actual event or just conversations I end up having, where when it’s actually going on I already know everything that’s about to happen even if whatever is being said to me is totally new information so I think maybe a liiiitle bit I might be!

15. Favourite song?

This is the hardest one omg. I would say at the moment Passenger Seat by Death Cab For Cutie is the song I turn to a lot right now, but I’m not sure what my absolute favourite is! 

16. Favourite movie?

My favourite live-action movie is The Breakfast Club and my favourite animated movie is The Nightmare Before Christmas!

Horror wise my FAVES are The Lost Boys, Halloween, Evil Dead, and Midsommar!

Thank you for asking!! :’)

#asks #loserwitchbitch #this was v unexpected thank you so much!!

[bisexual-horror-fan]

YOU ARE THE BEST!!!! Congrats on 69 followers (heheh) and also an extra special congrats on the upcoming final chapter!!!! You're so talented and amazing and ily!!!

I fuckin’ like almost cried when I read this?!?!

Bruh today has been a DAY! 

I got real emotional writing this finale’ today and this was so sweet to see?! 

Im fuckin’ LOVE you TOO?!

Legit thank you so much!!! (I feel like I haven’t been as present on here because I have been spazzing about finishing this and I also feel like I CAN’T SHUT UP ABOUT IT, but I am proud AF of this thing and I am DYING to see what people think of it!)

#BHF asks #BHF speaks #loserwitchbitch #HAAAAAA #friends #tumblr fam #I am going to cry #everyone is so damn nice and sweet to me I am dying #BHF writing