#Halloween Horror Fest

[halloweenhorrorfest]

Halloween Horror Fest 2023!!!

Hello Fanders! Welcome to our first horror themed sander sides event!

Halloween Horror Fest Links:

Ao3

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Discord

-Main Information-

**What is this event?**

A writer and an artist come together to create something wonderfully horrific~

After a writer comes up with a storyline, the artists choose a scene (or more) to make

**What Do I Have To Do / What Are The Requirements?**

There are Three options: You can submit a fanfiction as a writer, be an artists for a writer, or be a beta reader for a writer. (Yes you can be all three if you want)

Artists:

- Complete piece and colored

- Can be digital or hand drawn

- No sketches or incomplete works

Comic style is also allowed, as long as you provide a link to all parts. If you choose to hand draw you must take a clear photo that isn’t blurry and is well lit.

Writers:

- At least 5,000 words

- Complete fic and edited

- No reuploading older fics and calling it new

It can be a multiple chapter fic. You can write more than 5k. Getting a Beta reader/editor highly is recommended but not required.

Check-ins:

Check-ins are mandatory. This gives writers, artists, and betas time to give us an update with what they have so far and if they have any questions or concerns. This will also tell us if anyone is falling behind.

**Important Dates**

Sign up will be from April 27th - June 21st

Post dates are from October 2nd - November 5th

Check-in dates:

June 23rd - June 26th

July 21st - July 24th

August 18th - August 21st

September 15th - September 18th

-Concerns-

**Is there an age limit?**

Yes. You must be 18 years of age or older. If you lie about your age you will be taken out of the exchange as well as any future events and will be blocked from this blog and our personal blogs

**Vultures**

Vultures are needed!!! Vultures are people who pick up dropped ideas from others who decided to leave the event. Vultures will be Artists and/or Beta editors.

We are looking forward to your jaw dropping creative pieces and we hope you join this wonderful event!

Please send an ask if you have any questions. Anon asks are available. You can also contact the mods at any time by Tumblr Dm’s.

[Sign up for Halloween Horror Fest 2023: Sanders Sides]

**Disclaimer**

The discord is an adult only safe space for all adult fanders - including pro-shippers! This means remrom is mentioned there, which also means that yes people can write/draw remrom for this event if they wish!

As long as it’s horror themed anything goes!

[the-slasher-files]

Hello and welcome to year two of Blood Fest! I am so stoked to be hosting yet another year with all of you, my beautiful death angels. Thank you to everyone who has shared and spread the word about year two, I appreciate you all so much! I will be here, rain or shine, with less turnout or more, I am ready to have a fun time with everyone in my favourite month 🤍🔪

(Just adding in a small intro for everyone new or for old mutuals coming back since the community has shifted a lot, and I know for myself, my writing subjects have changed as well. So, welcome everyone! My name is Bree, I am 24 years old and write for horror and Call of Duty characters. My blog is a safe place for all and so is this writing event, no exceptions. If you'd like to chat or get to know me, never be shy; my DMs and inbox are always open.)

[YEAR ONE MASTERLIST] ——[MY MASTERLIST]

RULES:

Be nice and supportive! If there is any hate towards anyone, I will cancel the event as a whole. Everyone is welcome with any character or OC

Must use the keywords provided

Can use one or all prompts provided weekly. Go wild and mix them if you please

Post your story with the tag SFBF23 so that everyone, including myself, can see them. Also to make sure you will be featured on the Blood Fest 2023 masterlist

There is no limit to creation, go have fun and let your imagination run wild

FOR ARTISTS - Pick one (or more) prompts and one keyword to create your piece, please tag with SFBF23. I cannot wait to see what you come up with!

WEEK ONE

prompts: Fire. Wound(s). Suburbs. Bondage

keywords: Acrid. Malignant

WEEK TWO

prompts: Found Footage. Gore. Corruption. Monster

keywords: Nightmare. Ravenous

WEEK THREE

prompts: Trap(s). Ritual. Threesome. Rage

keywords: Twisted. Fixation

WEEK FOUR

prompts: Mask(s). Vemon. Knife/knives. War

keywords: Enliven. Raw

WEEK FIVE: BONUS

Create a Halloween-themed story or piece of art. You have full control to make whatever you want. OR take the challenge to write/draw for my oc Andrei Kulokova

[duranduratulsa]

Up next on my 90's Fest Movie 🎬 🎞 🎥 🎦 📽 marathon...Halloween: H20 (1998) on glorious vintage VHS 📼! #movie #movies #horror #Halloween #halloween7 #halloweenh20 #johncarpenter #michaelmyers #theshape #jamieleecurtis #lauriestrode #steveminer #janetleigh #ripjanetleigh #nancystephens #joshhartnett #adamhannbyrd #JosephGordonLevitt #adamarkin #llcoolj #michellewilliams #JodiLynOKeefe #ChrisDurand #vintage #VHS #90s #90sfest #durandurantulsas4thannual90sfest

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

For your SK! Boys

What's their favorite horror movie?

Ooh, good question!

Moon likes slashers, so movies like Scream and Hell Fest. Gotta go with classic Halloween, too.

Sun is more into psychological horror movies, so films like Hereditary and Midsommar, or US. I think he'd also like Shutter Island (even though that's not technically a horror movie).

I think they would both like the SAW franchise, just so they can pick it apart for inconsistencies and realism. And research.

[la-fumettista]

Fantasy Fest/Halloween Costume

Pyramid Head from Silent Hill

[corynm]

ELVIRA!!!!!!

[talkteav]

Scare Tactics Returns!

Friends and family will get the chance to pull the ultimate horror prank when the hidden camera show Scare Tactics returns.

Jordan Peele’s Monkeypaw Productions will reboot the popular 2003 reality series.

[dare-g]

Everything i watched in October 🎥

[exoterrorandtalesfest]

Terror and Tales: Round 1 - AO3 Collection

[torchwood-99]

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Torchwood Halloween Mash Up

Spooky Scary Skeletons (Andrew Gold)

Friends on the Other Side (The Frog Prince)

Holes in Your Coffin  (Phildel)

Remains of the Day (Corpse Bride)

Willow’s Song (The Wicker Man)

[halloweenhorrorfest]

Important Dates!!

April 26th - June 21st: Eight weeks for sign ups

*** Writers should start writing as soon as they sign up ***

June 23rd - June 26th: Four days for writers to submit their summaries/outlines - A Form will be posted on the 23rd

*** Make sure to include pairings/ships and warnings ***

June 27 - June 28: Groups will be formed

June 29th - July 5th: If there’s any issues etc within groups we will try and rearrange during this time frame

Check ins: 

Check in #1 July 21st - July 24th 

Check in #2 August 18th - August 21st  

 *** Vultures, if you are required you will be assigned into groups ***

Check in #3 September 15th - September 18th 

Check in #4 September 28th - September 30th - The final check in!

Posting will start October 6th - November 6th

We look forward to seeing what you all will create!!!!!

*** Please ask if you would like an extension on posting/submitting ***

*** Dropping out ***

If for whatever reason you want to drop out please do message and let us know asap - during the second check in time frame will be your last chance to drop out!

[the-slasher-files]

SLASHER FILES' BLOOD FEST: WEEK ONE

SAVED FOR THE DEVIL

MICHAEL MYERS

Prompts: FIRE. WOUND(S). SUBURBS. BONDAGE

Keywords: ACRID. MALIGNANT

You were finally home. Back to comfort. Safety. You just wish you could stop the shaking.

It was your first night at home alone without the help of your best friend. They had work the next day, and it was time to get back to some sort of normalcy, even for yourself. But you couldn't stop the memories and waves of violent anxiety. Every twist and turn, trying to melt into your couch, it only made your body ache more. The gash on your thigh grew warm with irritation, stitches throbbing and your muscles would tense with a deep, tight pull.

This wasn't how you were supposed to spend your week off.

You take a moment to collect your equilibrium once you raise yourself off the cushions; Hesitating, eventually opting out of grabbing your crutches and slowly, you move out the front door. You just needed some air.

Limping down the wooden steps with clinging hands against the railing, you were thankful no one was ever out around this time of night. No one to gaze and pity you or ask about the accident. The corpse of your totalled motorcycle lay against the asphalt of your driveway, a mangled sore thumb within the so-called "perfect" suburb. But you knew all your neighbours just wanted gossip to spew behind picket fences of your "wild night out". At first, the suburb seemed warm, and safe, with lovely families and idealistic women, now, it just seemed creepy. Something like a maze of houses with monsters hiding in plain sight. Pointed roofs cast dark silhouettes against the midnight sky, mirroring the sharp jaws of a bear trap that kept you in place.

There was nothing but eerie silence around you, the cool breeze carried with it the acrid smell of singed plastic, motor oil and leaking gasoline. It twisted your stomach. Goosebumps arose on your flesh as memories flooded back; Blinding headlights, crushing metal, screaming brakes and your hands grasping at the metal trying to rip your leg apart.

Breathe. Breathe. You're safe.... safe.

The gentle squeal of your front door drew your mind back to the present. Your bare feet padded softly around the corner, seeing the front door open merely an inch that the wind could've pushed open. Odd, but not abnormal with the amount of pain pills still sitting within your veins.

Climbing the steps once more, you closed the door behind you. Taking in a deep breath, your body ached and shivered, restlessness eating at your very core, yet the exhaustion wanted to tear you down into the ground. 'Ice, medication and sleep' the doctors voice repeated.

"Ice, meds... Ice cream and sleep" You softly spoke to yourself with a slight delirious chuckle.

The dim led lights greeted your skin in a cool glow just as the cold graced it as well. It was all so normal— The gentle fog that rolled out, the soft burn of the ice pack once your fingers grabbed the ice pack. Normal until there was the cracking of your skull against the freezer door. Your wrist snapping between the gap, bones cutting like a blade through tendons and muscle, coating your skin in blood as your body fell lifelessly against the hardwood. It wasn't the headlights of a vehicle blinding you or the force of a 4000 pound piece of metal colliding with your figure, but your body flooded with agonizing terror all the same.

Reacting on instinct alone, a pure fight or flight to stay alive, your body twisted to your back so your eyes could gather the impending doom. A looming shape of death came from the shadows of your dark home. A reaper with a white unaffected face, boots heavy without fear of a sound, mythologically pounded towards you. Clambering back, clutching your broken wrist that was spilling out, malignant eyes stared down like a predatory ready to fest on his prey.

"P-please— I" Your voice caught in your throat.

Stuck mindlessly as the large boot pressed upon your chest. Ribs compressing down on your lungs, something caught his attention on the kitchen counter, and a bloody hand reached out. The flash of silver captured the low light from the fridge still hanging open, blood dripping down the plastic. Slowly, the man knelt down, a powerful leg in navy coveralls crushing your sternum, waiting until he heard the sick crack of bone drawing a blood-curdling scream from you. Thrashing, grappling and writhing, unable to move under the shadow above you. Your lungs hurt with every breath, burning and tasting copper as he just watched. Toying with your vital fear and raw emotions, watching you hopelessly settle to watch him back.

"What the fuck do you want from me?!" You screamed, no one would come to your rescue— Wouldn't dare to leave their cozy homes and search for the wounded within the black night.

With your wrists above you, laying lame on the hardwood floor, your yelling seemed to displease the shape. And within a matter of seconds, his large arm drew back and then hurled forward to slice a kitchen knife threw your hand. Pinning it. Before you could curl your other hand in defence, the man above repeated the action. Nerves, tendons, muscles and bones all set ablaze in the sight of the beast, he tilted his head curiously. A sick enjoyment.

His breathing could be heard beneath the mask and over your pounding heart. He was labored bearing witness to your struggle, and it was not in sympathy.

Your crimson ran hot, forming a puddle and tangling within your messy hair. Stretching out his arm, he grabbed another blade from within the knife block and finally released his knee from you. He had you exactly where he wanted, pinned in a sick way of bondage to do whatever he pleased. The searing pain from your hands travelled all the way up your arms, forcing you not to move, just crying and feeling every broken breath that you took.

Begging softly between cries, they fell on deft ears as the man gazed over your body. It was as if he was enamored by you if he could even feel those emotions. But the man was just looking for another reason to keep you alive a little longer, and he found that reason.

A thick finger, oddly gentle, coasted along the fresh wound on your plush thigh. Stitches raised, skin still raw. It pulls a lamentable whine from you, raising your knees with the instinct to protect yourself from a vile predator. And you swear you hear the man above give a quiet 'hush' as he tilts his head in curiosity.

"Don't, please" You try and beg again, twisting your body in any futile attempt. "...I won't tell anyone, I promise"

The massive blood-soaked hand trailed up, knife within his dangerous grasp. Sharp, deadly, he grazed the blade across your cheek, almost as if it was a gentle caress— He followed the flexed tendons of your anatomy. Jaw, throat, and playing at your collar bone. The man was curious. A sick young dog let loose to play god and have his own fascination piqued with blood and torture.

Your chest rose and fell in quick succession before arching in anguish, having the knife drive home into youe jugular. The beast above had hooked his blunt fingers in your stitches and tore the flesh apart again. You wished you could let out the scream you wanted, but blood came like a tidal wave, washing the tubes of your throat. It would drown you as he pushed the knife further.

Leaning down, the man grasped your jaw to see him, making sure your last dying moments were spent gazing the devil in the eye. Like a religious figure on pinned to the cross, you died under his torture. In the safety of your own home. God saved you for the devil, your rightful death. Blood pouring in a halo, he left to become the shadows once more.

[duranduratulsa]

Up next on my 90's Fest Movie 🎬 🎞 🎥 🎦 📽 marathon...Halloween: The Curse Of Michael Myers (1995) on glorious vintage VHS 📼! #Movie #movies #horror #Halloween #halloween6 #halloweenthecurseofmichaelmyers #johncarpenter #michaelmyers #theshape #donaldpleasence #ripdonaldpleasance #mariannehagan #paulrudd #MitchellRyan #GeorgePWilbur #ripgeorgepwilbur #mariahobrien #leogeter #bradfordenglish #jcbrandy #janiceknickrehm #DevinGardner #kimdarby #vintage #VHS #90s #90sfest #durandurantulsas4thannual90sfest

[horror-nostalgia]

Spooky season is finally here 🧟‍♂️🎃👻💀🪦🔪

[bearnakedbaker]

Gotta Finish

[elledejavu]

Yokai Fest Halloween Town 2022 (HeroKami Productions)

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