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[drog96]

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[shahs1221]

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[thrall-of-the-hill-arch]

SFBF - Week 2 - Michael & Anne

prompts: Gore. Toys. Fluff. CNC

keywords: Cold. Rapture 

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Sunshine in the winter time felt like an angel's kiss; morning frost melting into droplets on warm skin. Crimson droplets fell off Michael’s skin, staining the near perfect snowfall under his feet, boot crunching to alert those around he was finally moving once more. The predator had taken flight, leaving a shaking young man in his wake. The cold or remnant adrenaline could be to blame; he’d allow her to make her own assumptions as she took the sight of him in. Blood soaked the young man from the tips of his blonde locks to the leather of his boots; a sight she was becoming all too familiar with at her door. Winters seemed to push him to her threshold over crossing the woods to his home once more. The young man never told her about the home; he barely spoke a handful of words in the number of times they had met. At the most, she knew he could talk and that his name was Michael. 

It seemed he had a nasty habit of finding trouble when allowed to wonder on his own; the woods held many terrible secrets. Anne often wondered what they would do if they actually started to uncover the bodies buried there, by him and those before him. Would they ever stop digging? The coven was a rotted shell of what it used to be; Michael was the most recent ‘experiment’ they had picked up. They dotted on the young man as if he were a brother to them, or a crush. Anne didn’t think he cared for anyone in that way. She wasn’t sure he had ever been taught how. She wasn’t about to try, so she elected to show him simple things. Kneading bread, which he seemed pretty good at already- they used him for kitchen work, it seemed. Soon she showed him how to patch his clothes, for as nimble as the man seemed with a blade, his coordination with a needle was atrocious. They worked on that until he could do enough to get by. 

She broke from her small trance of thought when he let out a small hum, his means of asking for permission. Nodding, she watched the young man strip to nothing before he wondered into her guest shower. Mud and blood would cake the tub edges. Something for her to clean as she considered trying again. Getting him away from the women for any length of time had been difficult; she baited him with warm showers and treats at first. Once he felt comfortable enough to shower on his own and stayed to learn, Anne had asked him about leaving the witches. He had stopped showing up for almost a month after that. She didn’t ask again. Hearing the shower turn off, she moved to get an old towel, as well as the man did to clean himself, remnant blood often stained his skin if not patted away. The woman often found herself wondering if it was appropriate, her help and her efforts; she nearly as often came to the conclusion he needed someone to keep him in mind. Michael was little more than a hobby or pet to the women that were supposed to mind him. 

Part of her wanted to ask if he told the women of his visits, it was better if he didn’t. Against a whole coven, she was practically useless. Hell, against Michael, she doubted she’d make it out alive. 

Standing to greet the man with the towel around his waist, she motioned for him to bend down. Reaching for his hair, she ran the dry material through it a few times to collect stray water, as suspected crimson streaks soon came out clear. Anne used the pads of her fingers to work down to his scalp; she could hear a familiar purr building in the man’s chest as she did. “You need a shave, Michael- it's not filled in enough yet,” she teased, motioning for him to stand once more. As he did, Anne hung the towel on the banister. She’d throw it in the wash once he was on his way back through the snow. “Michael, I wanted to show you something,” she spoke calmly while the man started to dress himself again. It seemed he didn’t have much time to stay that evening. When he seemed ready to follow, she started for the garage, where she had first found him. Huddled by the tailpipe of her car, trying to steal some warmth, he had been a muddy and pathetic sight. The man used to hesitate following her into that place; he no longer had reason to fear it. 

“I started to make you a gift. But, I want your input on something,” she opened the tool cabinet as the man stared at her curiously. Moving to the counter, the woman set down a tan bag, revealing only two items to him. One was a dark green scarf; it looked soft to the touch and warm. Michael fought the urge to rip it from her hands as she moved to get the second. It was far smaller than the scarf, a soft metal ding rang out as she set it on the counter. A small leather flap held together by a metal fish, a keychain holding a single golden key on its loop. 

“Which one do you want?” 

“Want?” 

“To keep. I know you can’t take them home, but they’ll be in this closet for when you’re here,” she explained slowly to the other before letting him look both over. Taking the scarf, the man rubbed it on his face. A pleased hum left him before he set it down to inspect the keychain. “Where does the key go?” 

“The front door, I keep the garage unlocked, but in case you need to get inside.” 

The silence to follow felt tense. Michael’s breathing slowed, and both items were returned to where she had laid them out. It was a full measure before he spoke again. 

“I have to pick?” 

A relieved sigh left the woman followed by a breathy chuckle, it seemed he was feeling braver than usual. Perhaps a bribe would have worked better sooner, “Well- since it seems you like them both. I think you can have both.” 

“What do you want?”

“That’s the thing about a gift, Michael. I don’t want anything back- I just want you to have them.” 

Michael’s face often lost any real emotion when he was deep in his thoughts, eyes glazed over . 

“If this is too much-” Anne paused, seeing the ghost of a smile break over his lips. 

“Thank you.” It was the closet she had come to see any type of pleasure in the man’s features. Anne wondered what his full smile would look like. A rapture of sorts, she imagined, pure joy. Just the small break in his lips made her desire the help the young man grow tenfold, she would free him of that life. 

At any cost. 

@the-slasher-files   

[slasherboyos]

1,17 and 21 for Wendy... I didn't know you had anymore OCs!! Pls share them when you're comfortable, I would loooove to read about them!

--- @the-slasher-files 🔪💕

Aww thank you so much!!! 🥺 That makes me so happy!!! 😭❤

Wendy is definitely my main horror OC. I have a couple others that I just never really fleshed out. LMAO they are more like concepts in my head rather than characters that I have physical files or writing on.

I have yet to make a slasher OC that I'm happy with, but I never like to rush making OCs!!! Before Wendy, I'd wanted to make a TLB OC for a while, but never had any ideas. She just kind of popped up one day!

I do have a House of Wax survivor OC, but I actually plan on turning her story into a Bo x reader insert fic!! I may post about her occasionally, but not quite yet since I just don't feel comfortable yet. I also have a Scream OC!! Again, a survivor.

But I digress.

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?

Wendy's full name is Wendy Walker. The last name was chosen more for alliteration than anything else, but I wanted to name her Wendy to reference the story of Peter Pan. Since TLB has a couple references to it, I thought I'd add my own. :)

Within her story, Wendy chose her last name since she never knew her parents. She doesn't know why she chose it, but it sounded right to her. She also thought it sounded cool.

17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos?

She definitely doesn't like to take photos of herself, but she wished she took more before she became a vamp. Especially after she became head vamp and a full vamp, she feels almost regretful for not having many good photos of herself. I actually headcanon that Michael knows how to draw and given that this is 1995, Michael has had some more time to practice since 1987. As a gift for a couple of years (with a lot of time in between each year), Michael gave Wendy portraits of herself for her birthday as his skills got better. Even when the OG cast died and she was still alive due to her immortality, she kept all of those drawings 'till the very end.

Wendy does like taking the occasional photo of things she finds pretty though!! The ocean, the boardwalk at night, etc. Especially after becoming head vamp, she has learned to slow down and appreciate life and what it has to offer a little more. She also has a ton of photos of Michael and co. It hits her pretty hard that they will die before she does, so she always wanted to have photos to remember them by. She has photos of her and Laddie (who becomes her best friend since they are close in age), but you can't see her because she's a vamp, but she and Laddie know she's there so that's all that matters. Same thing with photos of her and others of the gang. She'll look past her issues with selfies for the sake of these moments with her friends and the people who took her in and cared for her despite it all.

I rambled LMAO also I tried to give a little more context to her story. And yeah, she does become head vamp and a full vamp. There is no happy ending for her, unfortunately. I'm a crybaby and actually shed tears when I thought out her death thoroughly. Did not help that I was listening to sappy piano music (Lee you know what's up ASDFGGFDS)

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

This one took some thinking!! I don't think I ever thought about it. I like to think Wendy has an older sister vibe to her. She's pretty mature and doesn't blow up with emotion too often. While she does have a temper, she's grown tired over the years and has learned to let things be. She can't control everything or keep everyone around against their will. Things change, even if she doesn't.

[feelin-woozy]

Can you fuck me in your scream mask?? 👉👈🥺

-- @the-slasher-files 💕🔪 /love ya/

Only if you ask nicely 🔪💋

[ela-loomis]

Could I request a match up?? 🥺👉👈

I am 5'2 with long waist length blonde hair with the underside dyed brown, I have green eyes and not a skinny nor chubby body, somewhere in between. I am a pretty fierce girl that doesn't take shit for no one and will tell you the honest truth. I like to tease a lot but there is always, always love behind it, I just need someone not that sensitive to my hard humor. Under all of that I'm very thoughtful and love to spoil my partner with food, gifts, dates and affection. I also love doing my makeup, hair and nails but I can do that while going camping, hiking, dirt biking and fixing up my jeep. Most days I love to just wear ripped jeans and horror t-shirts but I do love to dress fancy for dates or weekends. I love plants, animals and nature very deeply, I am also a wiccan and a photographer.

Sorry this was long lol... love @the-slasher-files 🔪💕

I ship you with...

Michael Myers!

- I don’t know why, but the very first visual that popped into my head while working on this was as follows: you and a blushing, insanely awkward Michael having a candle-lit dinner at home because you wanted to do a nice thing for him, and he can’t handle you being so sweet 🥺🥺🥺

- ANYWAY the old man thinks you’re hilarious, but will he admit that??? Never. Any time you tease him, he gives you a deadpan look and either huffs loudly or walks away, but internally he’s cracking up. He just can’t give you the satisfaction of seeing him laugh.

- The firs time you hear him actually laugh out loud is also the first time you trip in front of him. He watches you go down and just loses it. He will come and check on you when he regains his composure, though!

- He’s super into the fact that you take no shit. Again, he won’t admit it, but he thinks you’re hot when you’re mad at him, and the first few times he tries to intimidate you into dropping the subject (like looming over you all menacingly, you know) when you just glare up at him and keep yelling, he’s ✨smitten✨

- Has no interest in plants, but will water them (begrudginly) if you ask. You better give him lots of kisses as a reward, though.

- His idea of being supportive of you being wiccan: stealing crystals, candles, and herbs from his victims and dumping all of his finds onto your lap at the end of the day. Look, they’re not even bloody! How nice is that?

- Will never, ever complain about you spoiling him with food. Feed him all day long! Although, if you practice any kind of kitchen witchcraft, he wants to watch you cook or bake. He’s super interested in what goes into paganism, though he has no actual interest in practicing.

- If you have any pets, he won’t throw a fit, but he won’t pretend to like them. At least, you don’t think he likes them, until you walk into the house one day to find him holding the animal up and letting it give him kisses. 

- Michael loves to watch you do your makeup! It’s soothing, like watching those really soft makeup tutorials on YouTube. Don’t ever offer him makeup though, or he’ll take it...and cover your face with it. He’s a brat lol.

- Doesn’t mind you being affectionate, but won’t really reciprocate that much unless you’re not feeling well, or it’s a special occasion like your birthday. In those situations, he’ll give you very gentle hugs and probably even seek you out for cuddles. Otherwise, he’ll just let you cling to him while he goes about his day.

- Another random visual: you wanting his attention, so you stand on a chair and climb onto his back; he’s secretly super amused, and gives you a piggyback ride all through the house.

- Won’t let you climb on things if you need to reach something that’s high up. He’ll get whatever it is, you just stay on the ground where it’s safe. No, he doesn’t care if you get hurt, totally not.

- Won’t go on your outdoorsy adventures, but loves to see how happy you seem when you come home. 

- Michael loves you dearly, even when you roast him within an inch of his life. 🧡🧡

[galaxyofghouls]

Omg! Happy Birthday!!!! I hope you're doing well!

-- @the-slasher-files 🔪💕

thank you guys so much ily 🥺💕💕💕

[slasherboyos]

1, 6, 9 and 13

-- @the-slasher-files 🔪💕

1) Who is your favorite character to write for and is this the character you find easiest to write for?

Answered here!

6) Do you outline your fics? If so, how?

I do outline my fics!! Took me a while to find a method that works for me, but I really like how I do my outlines!

In bold, I will make bullet points of the scenes in want to be written. They can be vague or detailed. A lot of the time, they will start out vague, but become detailed as I think about the scene more. Then, under each bolded bullet point, I will write the rough draft of the chapter (not bolded). Each bullet point under the bolded one is a new paragraph. As I read through and edit, I will take away the bolded sections and format the not-bolded points as paragraphs.

LMAO I hope that makes sense!! It is a process that works for me and streamlines my writing.

9) Do you visualize scenes in your head before you write them? (Can you picture the setting, character body language etc)

Yup!! I always try to visualize scenes to see if they seem believable in the way that I wrote them. My favorite kind of writing is the writing that you look at and go "oh shit this seems very realistic with realistic reactions and thought" and that is what I try to strive for. Do I succeed?? Probably not lol. But I try!!

13) Are you a fast or slow writer?

Depends on my mindset, honestly!! Generally, I think I'm a pretty speedy writer.

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