Emma

The World is beautiful.🌻 My name Emma💛 Im 21+ 🍍 A page where i simp for slashers while dancing in sunflowers.

[helloemmaz3]

Its so hard simping for a character you rarely see edits for.

How am i supposed to day dream about him!?

Also no my brainrot never ended it just got worse.

[michaelmyersleftfoot]

So, that new game mode, huh? Pretty spooky. Had some good scares; some good games. I’ll admit, it got old quite fast but I appreciate the attempt and hopefully BHvr will continue with more game variations. I also included some spruced up doodles I did of Laurie, reminding myself how I draw her.

[helloemmaz3]

Cutie Patootie♥

[helloemmaz3]

This can lowkey be for any fucking slasher tho.

My apologies for not finding the artist. I literally found this off of pintrest. If you find them tag them and tell them you love em.

[helloemmaz3]

Ok so i'm suffering from Michael Myers brain rot atp. How do i make it stop and do y'all have any fanfic recommendations? 😅

Like i either think about him breaking into my house and doing NSFW shit to me or just making him a hot dinner because why not?

[stardustseraphis-deactivated202]

An Affection

This is just a little thought I had. I'm kinda new to this.

Summary: Haunted by a troubled past, Billy finds solace and a glimmer of hope in the radiant presence of Imani. As they share stories and dreams, their connection becomes a guiding light, leading him away from the darkness that once consumed him.

In the small, quiet town of Woodsboro, life had slowly returned to normal after the terrifying events that unfolded in the wake of Sidney Prescott's ordeal with the Ghostface killer. Among the students at Woodsboro High, Billy Loomis found himself grappling with the aftermath of his breakup with Sidney who still believed it was him and Stu. Despite his innocence, the town's suspicion still lingered, casting a shadow over him.

One sunny afternoon, as Billy sat in his English class, his attention was drawn to a girl named Imani. She was new to Woodsboro High, having recently moved to town. Imani was unlike anyone he had seen before. Her radiant smile and warm, inviting demeanor caught Billy's eye immediately.

Imani had smooth, mocha-colored skin that seemed to glow in the sunlight. Her deep brown eyes sparkled with a sense of curiosity and kindness. Her hair, a cascade of tightly coiled black curls, framed her face in an effortlessly beautiful way. There was just something about her; Imani simply radiated a natural charm that drew people toward her.

Billy couldn't help but steal glances at Imani during class. Her presence seemed to make the room brighter, and it provided a welcome distraction from the whispers that still followed him in the aftermath of the Ghostface murders. After all, he had been exonerated, but the town's memory was long, and suspicions ran deep.

As weeks went by, Billy found himself mustering the courage to approach Imani. One day, while she was quietly studying in the library, he gathered his books and decided it was now or never. He approached her table and cleared his throat, feeling a rush of nervousness.

"Hey, Imani," he began, his voice soft and uncertain. "Mind if I join you for a moment?"

Imani looked up from her book with a warm smile. "Sure, Billy, go ahead."

Taking a seat across from her, Billy started a conversation about the book she was reading. He was genuinely interested in her thoughts and opinions, and they began to talk about their favorite books, movies, and music. It felt like a blossoming crush, innocent and sweet, devoid of any darkness that had once shrouded his life.

But as they talked, Billy couldn't help but think about the secrets he carried, the ones that had led to his arrest as the Ghostface killer. He knew he had been exonerated, but the whispers of guilt still haunted him, just as the ghost of his past actions continued to linger.

Their conversations at the library became a regular occurrence, and the once-haunted halls of Woodsboro High seemed a little less daunting with Imani's presence in his life. Though the specter of Ghostface still loomed in the minds of many, Billy and Imani's connection blossomed into something beautiful and pure.

Imani's kindness and warmth gave Billy a chance to leave behind the darkness of his past and move forward with hope. As they laughed, shared stories, and discovered new adventures together, they found solace in each other's company, proving that even in the wake of terror, love could still find a way to flourish in Woodsboro. And Billy, haunted by the shadows of his past, silently vowed to protect the newfound light in his life.

A newfound light that he didn't want to expose to the darkness within him.

Hope you like it!

It's also on AO3:

An Affection

[helloemmaz3]

Lil man girl-bossed way too close to the sun with this one.😔

#freehimhedidn'tdoanythingwrong

(creds are in the video)

[sydtherizz]

Killed for him

18+ Only - Minors/Ageless Blogs DNI - You Will Be Blocked

Imagine: Just you going full-on protective and killing for Michael. No biggie.

WARNINGS: SMUT, mature scenes, Blood, Description of blood, Sex scene after. etc.

Dr. Loomis looked at you eyes wide with terror after the quick slice. His hand instinctively grasped his neck as he winced in pain, feeling the warmth of his own blood seeping from the deep stab wound. The skin around his injury was torn and jagged, and the crimson stain on his shirt rapidly spread like an ominous dark cloud.

With an intense gaze, you locked eyes with him, your eyes reflecting nothing but pure rage and anger. You did it. You finally did it. You finally put an end to the man who mistreated your lover's mental health as his psychiatrist and exploited him for his shitty book, calling him “evil ”. He didn’t know what true evil looked like. But now he did as he looked back at you, a person he thought he was protecting from Michael Myers, a person he thought was helping him find Michael Myers. A person who was working with him along.

With every labored breath, a trickle of blood escaped his lips, underscoring the severity of the injury. As he fell to the ground, the air around him seemed to thicken with tension as he struggled to stay conscious. However, his struggle went in vain as his heartbeat first echoing in his ears like a desperate plea for survival slowly fainted when he hit the hard wooden floors of the Myers home. psychiatrist

Michael's towering presence seemed to catch you by surprise since you hadn't noticed him initially. However, when he came into view, you looked up at him with a tender expression, showing nothing but warmth and affection in your eyes.

"See Michael? I took care of it. Like I said I would."

Michael looked down at his ex-psychiatrist limp body, his neck slit open and his blood spilling everywhere on the floor. His eyes made their way to the sharp end of a broken bottle in your hand that was drenched in blood. The sight caused a shiver to run down his spine. The sight of your heaving chest after a kill stirred something in him.

"We can finally be together now." you beamed, with a radiant smile. You dropped the broken bottle body on Loomis’s body while stepping over him to approach Michael.

As you stood in front of him, cupping the cheek of his mask with your bloody hands, Michael could feel a sort of scratching in the back of his brain and a restless surge within his veins, like bubbling blood yearning to break free.

He always felt this way since he saw you at the Halloween store looking for a costume for a party. There was always something about you that made him snap inside. It wasn’t your body or your face.

He saw something in you, the same thing that was in him. It was so stark that it leaked through the blackness of your pupils.

“Sheriff Brackett comes by and starts snooping around I’ll get rid of him okay?” You murmured. “No one will take you from me.”

You’ve always been like this like he was. You didn’t kill out of protection for him. You were killed because you were like him.

You were fascinating.

Just as you raised your toes to kiss his mask's lips, he instantly grabbed at your collar and began ripping apart your shirt exposing the dark green bra you chose to wear today. You gasped in response as you stumbled back on Loomis’s body, crimson blood smearing the heel of your feet.

“Do whatever you want with me.” you huffed trying to reach up to kiss him. Michael cupped his large hand under your chin, with his fingers squeezing both sides of your face, and slammed you into the staircase wall.

Michael heard his breath growing more ragged as he bore his eyes into yours and felt his bubbling blood heading south to his hardening cock.

“Do whatever you want Michael,” you whispered. You felt goosebumps all over your body as his other hand made its way down your stomach and to your flier. With one hard pull, he broke it. Revealing your matching dark green panties. With a forceful pull, he yanked you away from the staircase wall, causing you to stumble and fall face down onto the ground. The impact left you slightly hurt and disoriented as crimson stained your skin. You heard rustling behind you and looked back to see him unfastening the upper portion of his coveralls, removing the top half to free his girthy member.

His hands twitched at the sight of you quickly moving down your panties, while your eyes were completely fixed on his masked face. You felt the cold air bite at your soppy pussy.

"Come, Micahel." you cooed.

Something in him snapped. Growling menacingly, he suddenly lunged at you with intensity. His entire frame engulfed yours completely as if trying to devour you. You whimpered when he pressed his entire body weight on you, feeling his length on your pubic mound.

"Go as hard as you want okay?" you mewled as you felt his breath run down your neck. You began to tilt your hip on him. With that Michael took hold of his length and lined it with your entrance. The heat between your thighs made him throb harder. Your breath hitched when you felt his tip enter you and begin stretching you, until it was fully embedded inside your quivering folds. His hand slid down your side and gripped your breast possessively before he began to rock himself in and out, slowly at first. His breathing quickened as he leaned down to nip at the soft flesh of your neck with his teeth.

After several deep thrusts, your body began trembling uncontrollably as he continued to drive deeper inside you, each push eliciting a pleasurable shudder from your body. Your hips began undulating against him, seeking more friction. He groaned in appreciation at how much you loved being taken roughly.

His movements became faster and more erratic. His thrusts grew stronger as he pulled away from the wall and lifted your hips up toward his pelvis, making you moan in blissful pleasure. His hips slammed into you and he began grunting loudly, his balls slapping against your ass cheeks forcefully with each thrust. His breathing grew harsher and heavier, as his muscles bulged and twitched beneath his white Halloween mask.

You moaned as you felt your entire body bob up and down aggressively, hearing the floorboards beneath you whine at each thrust.

"Please go harder!" you cried out.

As he continued to slam into you, Michael felt something warm run down his leg, realizing it was your own sweat. He growled and bit down harder at your shoulder, causing you to cry out in pain, but also in blissful pleasure. It wasn't supposed to happen like this, but the more he pushed inside you, the more your body responded to his aggressive moves. His pace increased even further and he began panting as he held your waist tightly against him, slamming his body forcefully in and out of you. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning in joy as the sensations coursed through you, causing your whole body to quake and tremble and your eyes to roll back.

Your legs were wrapped around Michael's waist as you rode his thick cock, riding wave after wave of pleasure throughout your body. Michael's grunts intensified and his hips bucked furiously, his shaft jerking within you as he buried himself deeply inside you over and over again. He grunted loudly and moaned in your ear as your nails dug into his shoulders.

His movements became frantic and violent. His thrusts grew quicker and rougher with each passing moment. The sounds of slapping flesh filled the air as he thrusted relentlessly into you, his hot release shooting through his dick with every forceful thrust, coating your insides with copious amounts of his thick sticky cum. You screamed as his powerful thrusts sent waves of ecstasy through you.

Michael's breathing was raspy and harsh, his arms holding your waist tight as he continued to pump inside you, his cock throbbing inside your womb as he emptied himself inside you.

His strokes slowed gradually and he let you down to the floor where you collapsed next to Loomis' corpse, his seed still oozing from you with every slow movement.

As you lay there completely spent, you looked back at Michael who laid his head comfortably on your stomach, with his arms wrapped around you.

He was yours, and you'd be damned if someone took him from you.

"Well, looks like I have a lot of cleaning to do."

This is kind of a special thanks to the people that have been reading my shit, especially to those who interacted in some way.❤️

[helloemmaz3]

Ok so hot take

I'm gonna be in the minority but giving Michael a back story where he’s nothing more than a grumpy, psychotic, teenage Slipknot and KISS fan sat well with me.

I love myself a metal-head mikey💞💕

[helloemmaz3]

Masked Pursuit

*sign* 

This is based off of a poll I made about Vincent Sinclair. 

Idk how it came to this. But anyhoo! Enjoy! (hopefully)

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DO NOT INTERACT.

You were fucked.

You wished you hadn’t listened to your stupid ass friends. You wished you hadn’t stepped foot in this shitty ghost town for fucking gas. If only you had noticed something was odd when the wax figures looked a little bit too real, but now it was too late. Now, three of your friends have been turned into wax sculptures as some sick and twisted art, and you witnessed your final friend get his head blown the fuck off by a crazed mechanic with a shotgun.

Now you were in the house of horror, Trudy’s House of Wax.

“SOMEONE! FUCKING HELP ME!” you screamed at the top of your lungs. The sound of echoing heavy footsteps behind you pierced the air as you darted through the wax exhibit, fear etched across your face. You weren’t looking to be turned into a fucking wax figure by this maniac.

The dimly lit, eerie atmosphere engulfed the wax museum as your breath came in short gasps as you tried to escape. Your heart pounded in your chest as you glance over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of a masked man closing in on you.

Silent figures of ordinary people, frozen in time, surround the room you passed through.

You felt like they were watching you reach your inevitable death.

Eventually, you stumbled upon another section of the wax museum after running for what seemed like forever. You stand there at one end of a surreal and otherworldly kitchen, where everything, from the smallest utensil to the grandest centerpiece, is made entirely of wax. Wax replicas of pots and pans hung neatly from hooks on the wall, casting distorted reflections.

When footsteps stop short of the doorway, your eyes widen. Your attention was caught by the strange man, whose raven black hair cascaded down to his chest. The both of you stare at each other for a moment, and it was only the sound of you heaving that filled the room.

The tension in the wax kitchen reached its peak when a confrontation unfolded between the two of you. You frantically scanned your surroundings for an escape route and spotted a mahogany door. But you couldn’t just run towards it without being grabbed and eventually sliced and diced by this dude.

No.

So in one desperate move, you grab the wax plates from behind you on the counter and hurl them forcefully at the man as he advances towards you. The plates, fragile and brittle, soar through the air, spinning and twirling in a chaotic dance.

However, your efforts prove futile when the man’s instincts kick in, and with lightning-fast reflexes, he raises his arm in a protective gesture. The plates collide with his forearm, and in a shower of broken wax fragments, they disintegrate upon impact. At that moment, you bum-rushed through the door for a much-awaited freedom only to stare down at a stairway that took on an eerie and macabre form. Your eyes danced across a haunting amalgamation of faces and flickering candlelight.

“What the-” Before you could finish your sentence, something hard pushed your back causing you to tumble forward. As if in slow motion, you felt yourself falling head over heels until finally hitting the bottom with an agonizing thud.

You groaned as pain shot up from every part of your body while trying to catch breaths between sobs. The masked man stood at the top of the stairs looking down at you like he had just won some sort of twisted game show prize for catching his victim after an hour-long chase around the waxed rooms.

Seeing you helplessly lay before him, the masked man was like a hawk swooping down on its prey, ready to snatch it up in its talons as he began descending slowly toward you.

“Please…Please stop! I’ll leave!” you begged. The man cocked his head at you in response, almost as if he was wondering what to do next.

“Just let me leave. I promise I will never come back again,” you pleaded with the man who seemed  to not listen to a word you said. He just kept on staring at your body, his blue eyes slowly sliding up your frame. It was as if he was lost deep within the folds of his mind. His gaze was so intense that your legs trembled in fear.

All of a sudden, he reached behind his neck to undo his black apron, then began undoing the zipper on his pants. All you could do was watch him as a feeling of arousal mixed with dread crept into you. Your breath became heavy as his cock sprang out. He quickly removed his pants and kicked them off along with his apron leaving him completely naked from the shirt down. You stared at the thick, hard shaft sticking straight up from between his legs, dripping pre-cum from the tip.

It looked big enough to be the biggest dick you've ever seen, or maybe you just imagined it was that large because you weren't getting any lately. 

Your eyes were fixed on it as you laid there. Your mind silently complimented it. You tried to imagine what would happen if you resisted. Out of all the scenarios you saw yourself dying regardless. So what was the point?

At least if you die after this, you’ll die knowing you received a good dicking.

“You know what? Just fuck me." you exclaim out of breath. “I’m gonna die anyway.” 

You let out a whimper as he grabbed your wrists, pinning them against the floor above you.  The masked man that lifted you up slightly by your waist, to line your clothed sex with his member.

Your breath hitched in response to the man unbuckling and pulling down your pants to reveal your purple panties. You felt cold air 

He moved the crotch area of the panties aside on your wet puffy lips and then shoved himself inside your virgin pussy with his giant cock. It hurt a lot at first because it was bigger than anything you had experienced before, but once he started moving in and out your pussy walls, all you could do was moan with pleasure as he filled you completely.

He began to thrust inside of you in a quick rhythm, his hips slamming into yours with powerful force. His balls slapped against your ass, making a loud smacking noise that sent shivers down your spine as you moaned louder. You felt sweat start to bead on your forehead and trickle down your neck as he slammed into you even harder. He was taking control, and you liked that a lot. You wanted to feel his cock pounding into you.

“Ohhh~" you had completely forgotten about him killing your friends as he pumped your pussy like he was possessed by some kind of sex demon. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders while he pounded into you over and over again like he didn't need to breathe in order to stay alive.

He was going to kill you. You knew it. Yet the pleasure coursing through your entire body was too much to handle as he continued to hammer away at your tight cunt. You could only whimper in protest as he drove into you relentlessly.

“OH fuck" you grunted, "I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum" You began to buck uncontrollably, unable to keep still as his length teased at the right spot inside of you. Throughout your body, your muscles tightened with excitement. You felt your climax building deep inside of you and all you could do was let go. You came like a rocket, squirting hot jizz all over the base of his member as you screamed in ecstasy.

With one last thrust, he let out a loud grunt as his thick load spurted deep inside of you. He collapsed onto you and lay there panting as you both caught your breath together. 

[helloemmaz3]

This can lowkey be for any fucking slasher tho.

My apologies for not finding the artist. I literally found this off of pintrest. If you find them tag them and tell them you love em.

[chaddogg]

[enigma-system]

So many Michaels💕✨✨

[helloemmaz3]

this is so good.

[helloemmaz3]

This is the last time you will see my horny ass doing this dumbshit.

This is for an academic research paper.

Who has a fatter ass?

Brahms Heelshire

Billy lenz

Voting ended onJul 16, 2023

[helloemmaz3]

Random rant on Rob Zombie's halloween movies:

Many fans of the franchise were critical of the film, claiming that Zombie ruined Micheal Myers by humanizing him and giving him a childhood backstory, thus ruining his mystery and scariness, and hurting the franchise.

Firstly I don't think those who argue this seem to understand that Rob Zombie's Michael was his own version of Michael Myers not a continuation of the Carpenter's Myers hence why they both have different personalities and carry themselves differently. I'm stating this given the scene in the 2007 Halloween film where Michael shows Laurie a picture of him and her as children. In that moment, Michael Myers was clearly not the "Shape" or "The Boogeyman '' Loomis had portrayed him to be. He was a damaged person with severe mental health issues that was mistreated by society, and this is the image of Michael Rob Zombie wanted to convey.

Secondly, if I'm being honest with y'all, giving Michael Myers a believable backstory was refreshing after the ridiculous directions the Halloween franchise had previously taken during that time. 

Lastly, does changing Michael's character hurt the franchise? In all honesty, I doubt it. As a matter of fact, I believe the change added more subtleties to Michael Myers than simply being the epitome of evil. Compared to his original counterpart, RZ Michael is much more complex and nuanced. His backstory, motivations, and personality make him more interesting than just a white mask wearing killer. As a result, he managed to be both the most brutal and softest version of Myers I have ever seen. I think the franchise benefitted from the little nuance.

Regarding Rob Zombie's Myers, I want to explain the reason as to why Rob Zombie changed up his character, and the answer is simple: 

He didn’t want his version of Halloween to be stylized or continued in Carpenter's vision, but his own. Thus he created his own version of Michael Myers. 

I believe the reason for people's disdain for this version of the character can be traced back to this, the fact that Rob actually went on to follow his own artistic vision rather than the traditional one.

His remake wasn't a remake it was supposed to be in the eyes of fans who expected a traditional Halloween remake. He acknowledged that there was no point in approaching the story of halloween the exact same way because honestly what would be the point of just doing the same thing as the original again when the original is already a classic?

A good remake should always aim to re-imagine things and show us something different than the original in my opinion; otherwise there is no point for the remake to exist.

It might seem pedantic but his Halloween was a reimagining- so he was taking it from the perspective of "what if this is how things played out"

His film didn’t erase any of the previous films or lore. Through his version of Michael and showing how his character affects others, he takes a different approach to Halloween that is more grounded on emotion and tragedy.

This is best illustrated by how Zombie portrayed the death of Michael's victims. Zombie chooses to linger on the pain and fear of Michael's victims and not just make quick and easy deaths people would enjoy. He never wanted viewers to enjoy the death Michael causes but be uncomfortable by it as they witnessed how his horrific acts caused havoc among those around him. The first instance of this is in Michael's fatal confrontation with his bully, in which the kid begged Michael to stop, but Michael ended up beating him to death. Even after Michael's brutal attacks and killings, in the second installment, people are left with mental, emotional and/or physical scars.

Rather than a quick slasher flick about a man in a white mask killing off babysitters at night, Rob Zombie's Halloween movie seems more like a story about trauma.

All in all, Rob Zombie has a very specific type of film, and if you're not for that style, his duology probably weren't going to float your boat. His Michael Myers take was deliberately designed to be a real-life-grounded serial killer because his goal was to build a real life, "nurtured" psychopathic killer from the ground up rather than Evil possessing a random kid one day. You know, a massive storytelling difference on purpose.

I feel like Zombie's version shouldn't honestly be compared to the original since he wasn't trying to follow what the original Halloween did because he never wanted to copy and paste what John Carpenter did. He wanted to go through his own vision. I actually appreciate that it deviates from the original because John Carpenter told RZ to make the movie his own, and I'd rather a movie try to be different.

Seeing how this is the end of my rant, I also want to add that Studio interference certainly affected the movie since the backstory was actually supposed to be one complete movie that he was forced to shorten and fit into the completed movie. The second movie was going to be the actual Halloween. Which would have been so interesting to see!

This does not mean I think the movie is without fault . In fact a major criticism I myself have for the movie is more about the writing itself. There were times when the dialogue seemed forced and cheesy, like i lowkey feel like Zombie shouldn't be writing his own scripts or at least have others to edit the script. And god don't get me started on the unneeded and disgusting sexual assault scene that was there for "realism" or shock value. I really preferred the prison guard scene that displayed Michael's brute strength and unstoppable nature, especially the scene where he let all the other patients out. 

If you didn't agree or like this rant, then tough shit...I’m fucking with you, I’d like to read your thoughts, just don't crucify me. I don't expect people to agree honestly because there is more hate than love for this movie, but i do want y'all to understand this movie is Rob Zombie's own thing, not a continuation of the orginal Michael Myers.

If you did like this rant then here is a really good analysis of both Rob Zombie's Halloween movies, this guy did a really great explaining shit I couldn’t put into words:

[helloemmaz3]

Imagine vincent is standing over you like this, and instead of pulling out his two dragon designed kinives he pulls out his cock to murder in other ways.

What would y'all do?

Suck his Penis

Scream for help

Scream for him to give it to me

Compliment his cock

All of the above

Voting ended onJul 5, 2023

[helloemmaz3]

I love this woman. I'm in love with this woman. Joe didn't know how good he had it.

[helloemmaz3]

Look at this cute fucking gif!

Creds: @angelicamyers

Thats it. Sorry it was just so adorable i felt the need to fucking share.

[whatdidshesayyy]

“With her pale skin started turning bright red”

My black butt:

[helloemmaz3]

"your knuckles were ghostly white"

My knuckles: 👊🏿🤛🏿