#plasticslasher

[murdercouple]

I was saddened to learn that the best Chucky roleplayer out there (and first follower ever) @plasticslasher might leave, so here's a little something for her. At least for now, she's still among us but, whether or not this happens, here is it! Can't let her go without a proper homage. I know it's simple but i barely make art anymore these days, so i'm taking baby steps. Hope you like it, bb 💜

[elainewitchparks]

@plasticslasher

The witch wasn’t offended at the ‘bitch’ nickname towards her at all. In fact, she chuckled amusedly at the murderous doll.

“You tell me.”

[sucksit-archive1]

painful prompts

@plasticslasher​​: “ [ strangle ] he’s the lakeshore strangler, he can’t resist! ”

‘Oh Vampi, the apartment I bought without visiting had two bodies in it!’

That’s terrible, but not my problem. Did you file a report?

‘But Vampi, I think it’s haunted!’

“Ugh, fine,” she mumbles to herself, fumbling with the keys as she unlocks the not-so-dusty door. The things she does for precious friendships, right?

The bodies at least have been wheeled out, but the deep brown-green stain in neglected carpet still reeks to high heaven. And the garbage littered around this place, heaps of plastic and cans -- she has to actively step around the cockroaches.

There’s nothing here that’s alive, other than them and the other insects; she resists the urge to check what’s in the bathroom.

Stopping in the middle of the living room and pulling her phone out, Vampirella starts to type out a text to her buddy alerting her that this place is just a pigsty which happened to be a good one-off dump for corpses when --

-- “Uff! Hkk!”

Something small, plastic on the back of her head. A wire stretched out across her neck, cutting, -- a garotte? A cheese slicer.

She’s gurgling and circling, cutting her fingers trying to shove them between the wire, and whatever’s on her back has started screaming, too, as if it suddenly enhances the effect.

A bit of a neck-cut is unpleasant, but it doesn’t stop her from reaching blindly backwards and flinging the entity over her head.

It’s not necessarily what she expected, slapping a hand over her streaming throat.

“You -- possessed some dumpy doll?!”

[josephinesrphub]

“You’re not going anywhere” (Send “You’re not going anywhere” for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing their wrist.)

"Let me go. I have done nothing to you." She speaks, eyes narrowed.

@plasticslasher

[twins-parted]

plasticslasher replied to your post: You: K.J. Apa || Archie Andrews !!! ���� Me, an...

Same tho, honestly.

Parker is my favorite hungry bastard man & I would protect him with my life. 

[tiffanyxvalentine]

💋 from plasticslasher who’s too lazy to log in

It’s different at first. The slightly firm texture of his lips, warm as they touch hers, more tenderly than they ever had as pure flesh. He’s alive, breathing against her skin - breath that can only stem from the very essence of the man housed within this stolen body.

A quiet murmur of ‘Tiff’ against her lips and suddenly it’s just like old times again. She can’t help but draw him in closer, embracing his small frame, feeling the steady beat of his heart thrumming against her body, and in that singular charged moment, their lips meld perfectly as one…

[fxiiithxndpxwxr]

@plasticslasher​

Carrie opened up the package that had been left on her doorstep assuming mama had order more cloth and she could put it away for her. Setting the box on the kitchen table she opened it with a kitchen knife only to find a small doll inside. She hadn’t seen a doll in YEARS, and mama didn’t always like the dolls she had. This one seemed innocent enough however so she shrugged it of and took it to her room placing him next to her virgin Mary nightlight. 

[theirlamentarchivedblog]

( 🔪 : chucky @plasticslasher  )

liked this for a starter

“Who the fuck is Martha Stewart?”