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@slasherhunter
〆 ‒‒‒‒‒ 𝗧𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗬 𝗝𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗜𝗦 ⟩ this is an independent , low-activity , highly selective & private tommy jarvis of the 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝟭𝟯𝗧𝗛 franchise , written by dylan ( twenty-four , scotland , he / him ). established august 2022 , primarily canon-divergent with influences from the main series , the video game & the never hike alone fan films. #𝗦𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗛𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥
𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗗. 〆 𝗔𝗦𝗞. 〆 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗢. 〆 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗥.
oc thoughts ...
damn this your man ?
DESPERATE TIMES MAN
ghostviso ⟩ 𝗴𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲
deceiver , they were a deceiver & they indulged in the expression on the poor mans face . knew better than anyone just how much tommy jarvis missed his mother . taken from him too soon , wasn’t she ? tragic , truly . arms still outstretched , and creature took a step forward , closer , closer … still wearing the face of long lost mother . still wearing the clothes she wore before she died . still speaking in the voice she used to comfort her son in . « i missed you more , my boy . you are such a good man now … look at you , » this facade , however , was tiring . impatient being ( had run after jarvis for too long now , had grown tired of this game ) expression on mothers face hardened , now : hands almost grabbing at her son .« why don’t you come here and give me a hug ? come here . »
the weight of his sins were as great as the weight of his trauma , both crippling each shoulder with pressure too great for any normal man. he had been through too much , survived too much , for anyone to consider him normal ( he would simply call himself lucky ). such tolls also wear down the mind as well as the heart , causing him to struggle against temptation. he desperately wanted to feel her embrace again , for someone to tell him that he’s a good man ( that it wasn’t his fault , he always tried to do the right thing ). ❛ i’m tired , mom. ❜ a defeated tone , figurately yet literally was soon behind it. his posture relaxed as he lowered his shotgun. as his head leans forward , his eyes catch glimpses of white & black. ❛ wait ... ❜ tommy began to feel suspicion again , senses making a final attempt ... but was it too late ?
an original interpretation of THE GHOSTFACE , created by tonia .
“Oh boy. He must have really messed you over.”
worthfuls ⟩ 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲𝘆
if she said she didn’t worry about him, she’d be lying —— alice had gone through a lot in her life, but by some cruel turn of events, tommy had been through more. “ i won’t tell them if you don’t want me to. ” her voice is gentle, and her head ducks as she searches for his gaze. “ but i still want you to be safe. maybe it wouldn’t hurt to lay low for awhile —— i still have that guest room in my apartment. you can stay there. no one even knows i have it. ”
kindness was difficult to find in this world , especially the one tommy has found himself within ( or created for himself ). his eyes are caught by hers , lips tilting upwards as he takes comfort in her hospitality. allies were rare in his line of work , as if his line of work was common ( not many survived to make it a living ). slowly , he nodded before sitting back to take steadier breaths. ❛ none of us are truly safe , alice. not while there’s evil out there. ❜ he broke their gaze to look away , instinctively checking the windows & door. his head snapped back at the mention of her guest room. ❛ i can ? that’d be great. i ... really appreciate your help , especially since you’re putting yourself in danger by doing this. ❜
beaumontal ⟩ 𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁
❝ come on tommy, is it really that hard to believe? ❞ considering tommy’s line of work, hunting down the unkillable, athan thought he might be more inclined to believe. but then again, athan realises he doesn’t exactly fit into the slasher’s hunter normal m.o for what’s unkillable. he raises his hands like a surrender, the last thing he wants is to be killed for a second time tonight.
❝ i’m telling you the truth, i’ve got no reason to lie to you. ❞ he says, slowly and a little breathless. indication of not only his recent resurrection that always knocked the wind out of him, but from sprinting where he was to where he is now. ❝ i’m — i’m … i don’t know what i am.❞ he answers the question the only way he could. because he doesn’t know, it’s an answer he’s been searching for, for about six hundred years and he’s still no closer to knowing. ❝ i wish i did. i wish i knew what’s happened or why it did. but i don’t. it just … happens? ❞
the initial panic began to subside , leaving space for logic to have some influence over his thoughts. there was a lot in this world that tommy didn’t understand , despite the fact he hunted most of the impossible. he slowly nods his head , glancing to the ground as he attempts to comprehend it once again ( even if it was futile ). ❛ how can you not know ? it just doesn’t make any sense. ❜ a beat , realising that he was beginning to loop his thoughts. ❛ who am i kidding , i saw jason’s dead corpse rise from the grave ... at least you’re on our side. ❜ slowly , but surely , he relaxes his posture despite his eyes staying cautious on his immortal ally. ❛ how can i trust you ? ❜
ghostviso ⟩ 𝗴𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲
« tommy … tommy , my good tommy . » arms outstretched , inviting him in . « you’ve grown so much since i last saw you , my god . i missed you . » creature in the corner seemed to appear like his mother , looked like her , spoke like her , acted like her . « why are you loading your gun , you do want to hurt me … did you not miss me , tommy ? » arms still opened , truly sounding like a concerned mother whenever they opened their mouth to speak . they , however , did not move . wanting to lure the hunter into the darkness they were lingering in . a smile , a motherly smile on mothers features , head tilted . « come here , let me look at you up close , my good son … i am very real . come here . »
the invite was almost too tempting to resist , every ounce of him fighting back the urge to run into her arms. he had been running for too long , fighting for even longer ( against what , he asked himself ). jason was only half the battle , the world wasn’t on his side either. thus , the comforting ( albeit deceiving ) voice from his mother was what he craved more than anything. ❛ m-mom ... i’ve missed you , of course i have. ❜ she didn’t deserve her fate , nor did anyone who suffered by jason’s hand. then tommy reminded himself ... she wasn’t real ( even if he wanted her to be ). ❛ you died , remember ? jason killed you , mom. how can you be here ? ❜
until my carrd is set up ... the main premise of my blog is as follows;
- it uses the tapes from the game to help fill the gaps in his life
- after he escapes westin hills to help defeat jason (again & set after part 6), he decides to hunt down other slashers.
- this is fuelled by the fact he was tormented by freddy kreuger during his time in westin hills, to which freddy found out about jason and used him to lure jason, leading to more deaths because of tommy (albeit indirectly).
- tommy struggles to cope with his trauma and as a result struggles to deal with his mental health, to which he finds purpose in making up for the deaths he caused.
- so now, he’s going after other slashers and using a hotline to gather any information. he primarily lives on the road in his truck or in an old apartment above a bar.
- when tommy is much older, my canon relies on the never hike alone fan films, where tommy has found a bit more peace with himself and works as a paramedic near crystal lake.
Tommy Jarvis in Jason Lives 2 of ?
ok but all the final girls having a party and they invite tommy
THOM MATHEWS as TOMMY JARVIS
Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives (1986) - dir. Tom McLoughlin
❛ jason belongs in hell , and i’m gonna see to it that he gets there. ❜ ‒‒‒‒‒ @SLASHERHUNTER , a writing blog for tommy jarvis of friday the 13th , written by dylan.
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there were few left in his life who sought his genuine wellbeing , especially when his life has been consumed by trauma & death. there were those who would sooner silence his cries , or at least subdue them ( he wasn’t crazy , he kept telling himself that ). he took temporary comfort in sharing his company with someone who hasn’t immediately had him arrested , not yet anyway. ❛ you’re not going to tell them i’m here ? if you do , they’ll drag me back. ❜ a beat , eyes glancing off with fear. ❛ i can’t go back. i still need to hunt him down. ❜
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his already pressured mind became strained with confusion , struggling to understand the enigma before him. this wasn’t real , he wasn’t real. there was only one being capable of returning from the dead ( & tommy was sworn to end his existence ). ❛ no , no. i don’t believe you. this isn’t fucking real. ❜ disbelief subsides for just long enough for him to notice his bloodied clothes , an indicator that he may be telling the truth. his hands stay against the wall , eyes darting between his invisible wound & his expression. ❛ what the hell are you ? answer me ! ❜
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opponents fated to fight until the end of time , their rematch rekindled again countless times. the fear never faded , no matter how many encounters he had with slasher before him ( each time , so many died because of their rivalry ). blood trickled down from his forehead , coating his sweat-covered skin with thick crimson as his hands grip the flimsy axe. there were only so many steps left behind him until his back would collide with something ( whether it be a wall or a drop , it didn’t matter ). ❛ c’mon , asshole ! this ends right here , between you & me ! ❜
