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† ╼ and i think that’s what a father is / — a blade that never stops cutting . ind & sel : katherine krueger from wes craven’s a nightmare on elm street franchise . re:imagined & headcanon based . exploring themes of: the final girl is the killer , family legacies , the terrors of girlhood , childhood trauma and coming of age . written by lenny .
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JASON . » [ gunsdown . ]
“ well , shit. guess i’ll just go back to being “ dead “ “ jason raises a brow at the woman , not sure what to say about her so called greeting.
❛ really? you learned how to die on command now ? ❜ she further antagonizes , apathy bleeding into a dull shades unprovoked cruelty . ❛ how did they train you to be so obedient ? ---- cracked your skull a couple times ? ❜
ok but i’ve been in this blog since 2020 folks imma need y’all to vote
CAMILLA . » [ nightsuffer . ]
“ Over sensitive. ” arms tightly cross against her chest, coffee - colored orbs landing on the feet with a bitter stare. “ Don’t make me seem crazy Kat. You know what you are doing! ”
her demeanor sours with each confrontational words , brow razor sharp & misaligned , reeled high by pooling resentment . this newfound willfulness to resist her sweet , lulling words is incredibly inconvenient , to say the least . ❛ then stop acting crazy , cam-cam , ❜ jagged talons pinch cam’s chin in violent repudiation , forcing her own body to realign forth , angling itself in such a way that both thighs rest folded against the bones of her hips , breaking whatever barrier those little begrudging arms had attempted to build in order to keep her out . ❛ i told you it wasn’t on purpose . why are being such a little bitch about it? ❜
Will you ever release the PSDS used on your current edits? So pretty!!!
thank you so much, i'm never content w my shit so this is v much appreciated <3 i mean probably, i always release them eventually haha
my dog rly said: i’m gonna drag this hoe... across the sidewalk
𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . ( a collection of 100 nonverbal action prompts . mature and potentially triggering themes are present . add “ + reverse ” to swap assigned roles . )
∗ o1﹕ sender tucks hair out of receiver’s face . ∗ o2﹕ sender offers receiver a bite from their fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender places their feet / legs in receiver's lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender offers receiver an earbud to share their music . ∗ o5﹕ sender comforts receiver in the aftermath of a nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender gives receiver company in the hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender wraps their arms around a hysterical receiver to calm them . ∗ o8﹕ sender shows up at receiver’s home late at night . ∗ o9﹕ sender falls asleep leaning against receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender wields a [ gun / knife ] at receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender runs their fingers through receiver’s hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender invites receiver to dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender takes a [ picture / video ] of receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender places their head in receiver’s lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender and receiver make eye contact across a busy room . ∗ 16﹕ sender pushes receiver against a wall to kiss them . ∗ 17﹕ sender and receiver cook together . ∗ 18﹕ sender comes to receiver after being injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender sits in receiver’s lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender lifts receiver's chin , invoking eye contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender overtakes receiver in combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender finds receiver [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender straightens an article of receiver’s clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender crawls into bed with receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender rolls their eyes at receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender lights receiver’s [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender is caught wearing receiver's clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender strikes receiver with a pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender writes a note on receiver’s skin : [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender wraps a blanket around receiver’s shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender runs and jumps into receiver’s arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender shoves receiver out of anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender hovers over receiver’s shoulder as they complete a task . ∗ 34﹕ sender is found by receiver somewhere they shouldn’t be . ∗ 35﹕ sender curls up against receiver in their sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender is found drunk by receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender throws an item of sentiment bitterly at receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender joins receiver in the shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender is caught following receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender traces one of receiver’s [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender twines their fingers with receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender barges into receiver’s home unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender kicks receiver’s shin beneath a table . ∗ 44﹕ sender aggressively shoves past receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender kisses receiver’s [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender pulls receiver out of harm’s way . ∗ 47﹕ sender is found sobbing by receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender locks receiver out of their room . ∗ 49﹕ sender brings receiver [ coffee / tea ] in the morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender rests their forehead against receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender plays a song for receiver that reminds them of them : [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender takes a [ punch / stab / bullet ] meant for receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender buys receiver a drink at a bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender needs receiver’s help getting in the bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender and receiver cross paths in the kitchen late at night . ∗ 56﹕ sender twists receiver’s arm behind their back . ∗ 57﹕ sender winks at receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender is found collapsed by receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender prevents an injured receiver from getting up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender claps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them . ∗ 61﹕ sender cages receiver against a [ wall / the floor ] with their arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender storms away from receiver during an argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender is found by receiver sleeping in receiver’s bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender [ applies / touches up ] receiver’s makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender throws receiver into a wall during combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender dances sensually with receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender strikes receiver across the face . ∗ 68﹕ sender places their hand on receiver’s leg while driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender pulls a chair out from under receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender catches receiver’s wrist when they turn to leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender leaves an intimate mark on receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender beats receiver in a video game . ∗ 73﹕ sender and receiver stand in stunned silence after a fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender cares for receiver while they’re sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender and receiver go on a hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender is caught snooping in receiver’s things . ∗ 77﹕ sender and receiver cuddle while watching television . ∗ 78﹕ sender throws something aggressively at receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender creeps up behind receiver to scare them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender and receiver go shopping together . ∗ 81﹕ sender helps receiver [ dye / style ] their hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender draws receiver into a kiss by the back of their neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender is discovered having a panic attack by receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender accidentally injures receiver during sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender grabs receiver roughly by the hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender brings receiver to their knees during combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender shows receiver evidence of a lie they told . ∗ 88﹕ sender winks [ seductively / mockingly ] at receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender yells at receiver to put their hands in the air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender helps receiver patch up a wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender holds receiver as they cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender silently and angrily points receiver towards the door . ∗ 93﹕ sender gestures for receiver to sit down . ∗ 94﹕ sender pulls receiver into their lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender cradles receiver’s face . ∗ 96﹕ sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender has hidden an injury from receiver , and receiver finds out . ∗ 98﹕ sender confronts receiver about their unhealthy behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender proposes to receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender has just died , receiver finds out .
CAMILLA . » [ nightsuffer . ]
“ Stop. I’m trying to stay mad at you. ”
cue the pout & slouched shoulders , intrusive little feet outstretch from katherine’s elongated frame , landing atop cam’s lap . ❛ stop what ? you’re the one throwing being over-sensitive... ❜
❛ ──── and I think that’s what a father is / — a blade that never stops cutting.
PROMISING YOUNG WOMAN 2020, dir. Emerald Fennell
❛ back so soon , puppy ? i thought you were dead in a ditch somewhere ... damn . i’m out 10 bucks now . ❜ @gunsdown
@krvcger
He supposes it’s what one gets when one grows a plant in the shadows. It gets sick, it grows into Katherine. Not Kathy, no. Kathy died with him. Now he’s dealing with a woman named Katherine, with the fish hook of trauma caught in her brain, with the one-dimensional account of daddy dearest gutting the spawn of the ever so kind, ever so cheerful. Not a speck in them. They all had a crucifix over their bed so they could fuck in missionary while Jesus looked on, they had nice teeth and small funds just started for their Johnny’s’ and Betty’s’ college. They were the face of Springwood, he was the asshole. Katherine does not remember having no playmates.
The sharp-toothed thing in him snarls at the tone. Oooh, the affront of this young thing, like she bears the stigma of a martyr. Perhaps she does. He knows what it’s like knowing you were born of filth. He aches to ask her, if she feels the responsibility that comes with continuing a monster bloodline.
He’s quick to stand, his early middle age briskness with him. He wishes his face wasn’t an illusion. He wants her to see him as he was, the real, original Fred Krueger that simply was, and the pendulum hadn’t yet swung in one direction or another.
“Lies,” he hisses with the wounded tone of a wolf that got its paw in a trap, poked by torches and pitchforks. One can’t help his own nature, isn’t that so? So why punish the uncontrollable, like you can sentence bubonic plague to death. “I didn’t do it. I was innocent as a fucking Jesus lamb or whatever.”
Nostrils flaring, his upper lip adopts a disdainful curve, and his eyes take on a dull, sullen cast.
“They hated me, you know? They all hated me. Ever since I was a little boy, they pointed fingers at me.”
Before Satan’s abode, there was another kind of hell. Snickers and passed notes that gained voices on school breaks, voices grew flesh in actions, and for a week he’d been coming home with his hair wet from toilet water, and coursing back to school with black blotches of blood under his skin because Walter – or Will, or Wayne – had hallucinated a direct connection between his failures as a businessman and the child he’d taken in to feed off.
“You know what they called me? Son of a Hundred Maniacs.”
Subverting a foul name and giving it some dark power was not the first step on the path he’d been steadily led to, and by then he’d lost his way into the realm of giving and taking. That’s what it was. A natural cycle. You get what you give, nothing more. They were so terrified of the concept of “doing it to a child” they forgot they’d invented it. Before the downy cheeks of their children bore the scars of his claws, he used himself as a canvas – Springfield taught him how to draw.
“You wanna know why? Wanna know what’s so funny about it?”
He leans to level his face with hers. He’s blind where other fathers see their pride, cannot discern a single gene of his in those features, and she only reminds him of Loretta by the virtue of being a woman. But he knows another thing all fathers know – she owes him just by existing.
“Bet your foster mommy and daddy never told you,” and he can’t help a grin twitching onto his lips.
she doesn’t flinch this time , as if the dread and peril of it all could not compete with this voracious urge to know , know who she was , who she was meant to be , what was taken and devoured from her mind before she could ever make a decision on her own . virtue is not real if it’s imposed upon you , taught , repeated . that was fabrication ----- you do what you are told , and not what you want . the only question left was : what was it that she wanted? were they so afraid of an answer they robbed her of it? if so , it must’ve been a truly monstrous thing .
❛ w-why? ❜ her voice sounds smaller then , almost like a child when confronted with a complicated math problem they weren’t clever enough to solve on their own. it feels like having her brain stretched and poked and pulled at all four corners as if it was made of rubber . why , why , why ! it’s all that fills her mind , desperate whimpering questions of a wounded dog who needs answers , who needs anything to fill that empty void left behind . she wants to know everything , every twisted detail , but that’s too horrid of a thing to admit aloud , isn’t it?
❛ just tell me . ❜
broken composure , he’s taunting her ---- toying with her like she’d do to others . dangling what she wants most like a bait at the palm of his hand and daring her to reach for it . it’s cruel , but how could she expect anything less ? for once , katherine’s struggling not to crumble , not to willfully walk into this web and tangling herself in his silken lies . it’s so tempting , she’d been so starved for so long , no newspapers , no articles , no stories ---- nothing . it was as if the whole world had forgotten it , as if springwood had never existed at all . she’d cracked her nails bloodied digging for the truth now he’s standing here : flesh and bone . or almost . her father , ghostly and grinning with those sharp teeth , playing dollhouse in this memoir , and even these scraps he’s feeding her are just about enough .
if she could , she would hold him , clutch him so tight between her fingers he’d be torn in half , claw his skin to ribbons so he’d never be whole again .
❛ what did they do to you, daddy? tell me , ❜ she doesn’t believe his innocence , but she wants to , and if she just tries hard enough , maybe she could . it’s easier to believe someone you love ---- and she loved this thing , whatever it was , or at least --- she remembers loving it . ❛ why couldn’t i find you anywhere? i searched for you ... everywhere , ❜ small admissions wrapped in stifled anguish roll off her tongue in haste , the aching , consuming pain of searching for a ghost still throbbing in her chest . she turned every rock , there was nothing underneath . a man died in a fire , a fire she’d never believe was accidental, and only thing left of its ashes was her . ❛ i couldn’t find you . i tried - i couldn’t find anything ... it’s like you were just --- just gone ... ❜
theshaepe.
breaths shove through his mask in huffs, heavy from exertion & desperate to replenish his blood with precious oxygen. anger is distant, something he can only vaguely place in a childhood memory, but even so he can’t help the way his wide eyes chase the girl’s leg as she vandalizes his work.
his heart-rate picks up again, wet, empty hands urging him forward as he quietly walks up behind the only other ( living ) presence in the room until he’s close enough to lace his fingers through her soft, brown hair, stroking innocently through it, but leaving a sticky, reddish trail behind where he had touched her.
steady, girl . her body stiffens like cold steel the second it senses movement , pretty bones protruding like buttons to be popped under rough hands , sharp like daggers under the a pale white sheet .
katherine swallows the next breath like a bullet , feeling it lodge itself in her throat as she combs through the sleek trail of crimson it’d left on unruly brown locks , now tangled and wet , bloodying her wandering fingers like a child playing with paint . ❛ this place is dead , ❜ she searches for a bait to dangle at the tip of her tongue : ❛ don’t you wanna go look for your girl ? you know ---- i think ... i might remember her room number . ❜
she’s not even half-conscious yet , knuckles aggressively red from rubbing against damp eyelids . why why why ❛ --- god. where’s the straight razors when you need them ... ❜ she’d take that any day over living with having heard those words, thank you very much . @krvcger
