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harlequindaydream · 5 months

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Part 1 of 5 or 6, I haven't quite decided yet. Our horror girlies tend to get overlooked so much compared to male counterparts 🥲 I plan on making one for each decade from the 70's onward.

Today we have Regan from The Exorcist, Carrie from Carrie, Laurie Strode from Halloween, Suzy Bannion from Susperia, Jess Bradford from Black Christmas, and Sally Hardesty + Bubba Sawyer (in his pretty woman mask of course) from Texas Chainsaw Massacre 😙

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kxngbitter · 8 months

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my favorite horror girls

#art #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #sissy tcm #tcm sissy #evil dead #evil dead remake #mia allen #horror #horror girls #final girl #slasher girl #asymmetrical horror

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skeletalobscurity · 1 year

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So for the majority of last month I've mainly focused on redrawing my old creepypasta/now horror characters! Idk if anyone remembers her but this is Zaria, she used to be my main/favorite oc for a very long time a few years ago before I abandoned her for reasons I wont get into so I figured it was high time for a revamp! She's a scary forest spirit who was murdered at the hands of her ex.

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softdadleon · 2 years

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Hooked on You is one of the games ever

She was my favorite for sure

#dead by daylight #dbd #dead by daylight huntress #the huntress #hooked on you #hooked on you dbd #dead by daylight fanart #dbd fanart #slasher girl #slasher #slashers #horror #huntress #bunny #anna the huntress #huntress dbd

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chrono-vi · 6 months

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Rauni Koskinen - The Bloodhound.

This K9 cop went missing in the Finnish wilderness as a kid, and when she returned, she was never the same. Rehabilitation could only do so much to reintegrate her into society...

...but the dog growls within much louder than her thoughts.

#slasher oc #slasher girl #rauni koskinen #the bloodhound #finnish oc #lil lady.....

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somnuscomics · 1 year

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WIP.

Andi, for her ref sheet.

#queer artist #queer character #trans artist #trans character #trans girl character #slasher girl #trans girl artist #slasher #horror comics #horror comic #indie comics #queer comics #lgbtq artist #lgbtq characters #lgbtq character

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valluvslana · 7 months

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:3

#girlblogging #let me live in my delusions #masked men #slashers #slasher x reader #bubba sawyer #michael myers #Jason #just girl stuff #tcm game #texas chainsaw massacre game #leatherface #Ghostface #thomas hewitt #i can fix them

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perfectchoas · 5 months

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5 posts!

#5 posts #tumblr milestone #ai art #ai artwork #ai nudity #dark art #dark fantasy #slasher girl #horror

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bonemunchereden · 7 months

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Made my slashersona in Miitopia

#slasher #slashers #slasher girl #slasher oc #slashersona

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bebs-art-gallery · 6 months

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The Flayed Angel (circa 1749)

— by Jacques Fabien Gautier d’Agoty

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cherrypearlsx · 24 days

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Me and who

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kayleerowena · 9 months

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this barbie refuses to die!

🫀 tip jar 🫀 patreon 🫀

#barbie #horror #horror art #final girl #slasher #barbie art #illustration #kaylee.art #pink horror #pink art #final girls #2 more of these drawings are in the queue for next week! or you can see them now on my patreon :^)#i finally saw the barbie movie and went 'i love the aesthetics here but it'd be better if it was horror'#barbie horror

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dead-air-radio · 27 days

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doomh3ad · 2 years

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"i'd be the final girl" "i'd be the slasher" yeah well i would be the harbinger of doom. you drive by me i'm sitting in a chair at a gas station yelling that you're all going to die. i get an angsty half lit shot to add foreshadowing as i give a dramatic warning that you shouldn't enter this town unless you want to leave it in a body bag.

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charliemwrites · 5 months

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Part 5 (it’s getting out of control) of Charmed Slasher Simon.

Part 4 is here. (Master list coming soon)

(Slight warning for a coworker being a bit of a pushy creep but Simon handles it)

“Riiiiileyyyy.”

Ah, that’s your naughty voice. It means he’s going to want to do awful, terrible things to you out of pure endearment for your cheek.

He turns, arches an eyebrow as you nearly skip up to him. Your hair is shorter.

“New haircut?” he asks as if his fingers aren’t twitching to bury in it and pull your head back.

“Yup! Thought about dyeing it orange, but decided it would clash with my flat.”

He snorts, gives in to the urge to curl a strand around his finger, watches it bounce back into place. You don’t seem to mind, sticking your cute little tongue out at him. (If you’re not careful, he’s going to put you on your knees and have you wrap it around his cock right there.)

“Sensible choice,” he replies, “yellow is more your color.”

You giggle, aren’t bothered by his flat, almost inflectionless tone. “You think?”

“Highlighter yellow. Or maybe banana.”

“Hey, I like bananas!”

He smirks. “Oh yeah? Big ones?”

You shove at him, face going hot. He doesn’t move an inch, not that you were trying hard. Touchy little thing. You remind him of those little birds that flutter around lions, picking and pecking right under their noses, amusing themselves with death.

“Don’t be icky, Riley.”

“Icky.”

“Gross nasty.”

“We’re name calling now?”

“It’s not name calling if it’s true.”

He clicks his tongue, ushers you into the building.

“There a reason for the new hair?” he asks, eyeing it. It’s pretty, don’t get him wrong. But he didn’t know you were getting your hair cut today.

“Fancy office party tonight,” you sigh, rolling your eyes. “My stylist just managed to get me in, but now I’ve gotta rush to get ready.”

“Now who said you could go out?”

“What are you gonna do, stop me?” you laugh, clearly thinking he’s teasing. He’s not. If you looked at his face, you’d know it. But you’re busy fussing with your keys, trying to unlock your door.

“I might.”

“Oh, you stop,” you huff, shaking your head. “It’s not even movie night!”

He’s been coming over once a week to watch a movie and drink with you. One of you picks the movie, the other picks the takeaway. He always chooses a horror movie, likes how your eyes water when you get truly scared. You refuse to watch slashers (haven’t told ‘Riley’ why) but you’ll indulge paranormal ones.

It’s not movie night - those are on Saturdays. This is Friday.

“What if I just kidnap you?” he asks. “Keep you in all weekend?”

You hum as if in thought, glancing at him over your shoulder. “Could I go back to work on Monday?”

“Have to see how I’m feeling on Sunday.”

You giggle. “A tempting offer, but you’ll have to settle for kidnapping me just for Saturday.”

“I don’t think you understand how kidnapping works.”

“I’d be a terrible hostage,” you say. He arches an eyebrow, inviting you to continue. “I have to pee when I’m nervous, I’d be talking their ear off - and! I cry like, so much.”

Oh he knows. He thinks of tears running down your pretty face when he cums.

“Some kidnappers like the crying. Theyre sadists.”

You scrunch your face. “But it’s like… gross crying. Total mess. And I make dying seal noises.”

No, you don’t, not in his experience with you at least. But he’s not going to explain that to you.

“Didn’t you have something to get ready for?” he asks because he’s violently wrestling the urge to make good on his threat.

“Fuck!” You glance at your watch, brows scrunching. “If I’m late, I’m blaming you, Riley Simmons.”

“Oh no.”

You stick your tongue out at him one last time and disappear behind your door.

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He hears you come back at 11:30, has been waiting up. Pauses when he hears two sets of footsteps, a man’s voice talking to you. A wave of bloodlust nearly drowns his better sense.

You brought someone home from a work event? Did you lie to him and go on a date?

“Well, thanks for walking me to my door, Brandon.”

“Was happy to. Don’t want anyone snatching you up off the street now, do we?” An annoying laugh. Yours sounding a little flat and strained joining him.

“Oh, hey, mind if I come in?” Brandon asks. So casually, as if the yes is expected.

Simon’s hands ball into tight fists.

“Ah, it’s pretty late…”

“Well, that’s what Saturday is for, right?”

Oh. That little roach. Simon’s going to hang him by his own guts.

“I have plans tomorrow, actually.”

Good girl.

“That’s alright,” Brandon persists. “Just one drink. Least you can do since I went out of my way, right?”

“I mean, you didn’t have to, I would have been fine.”

There’s some genuine annoyance in your voice this time. Simon’s proud.

“Nah, what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you go home after having drinks?” Brandon chuckles.

“I didn’t have that many - and anyway I’m here now, so…”

“And so am I. At least a little something for my troubles?”

And Simon hears just the slightest, faintest ruffle of clothes.

That’s enough.

Simon yanks his door open and steps out. You’re nearly pancaked to your own door, head snapping to him with relief.

“Riley!”

Brandon takes a step back, expression stormy. Simon almost laughs. Little prick is barely taller than you, has done hard work maybe twice in his life. His hands look softer than yours. And he’s wearing a sweater vest.

“Did we wake you up?” you ask.

Simon saunters down the hall towards you. The closer he gets, the more nervous Brandon gets. But you seem to relax a bit more with each step, even shift towards him.

Very good girl.

“Was already up.” He doesn’t look away from Brandon, radiating menace.

You hum in understanding - know Simon keeps late hours. Brandon clears his still-intact throat and you jolt a bit, expression wilting.

“Oh, um. Riley this is my coworker. Brandon, this is Riley, my neighbor.”

“How do you do?” Brandon replies stiffly.

Simon’s not playing along.

“You try to push her again, someone will be pushing you in a wheelchair the rest of your life. Understand?”

Brandon sputters while your eyes go adorably wide, expression caught between horror and gratitude. Like you don’t know if you should be condoning his threats.

“I beg your pardon?!”

“Not yet, but you will if I see you here again, yeah?”

Brandon’s face drains of blood. You press your lips together.

“Now get the fuck out. I’ve got her from here.”

Brandon, worm that he is, scurries away with a hasty “see you Monday”. You don’t reply, too busy blinking up at Simon with parted lips.

He chucks you gently under the chin, eyes narrowing in amusement.

“Off to bed. I’m kidnapping you tomorrow.”

You audibly swallow, then nod.

“Thank you.”

“Good manners.”

#thoughts™️#cod #my writing #fanfiction #dark fic #reader fic #slasher ghost #charmed ghost #final girl reader

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