#horror slashers

[bbreakingbenjamin]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 😂☠️🗡️

[i-heart-slashers]

Okay hear me out...

...yes please.

[slasshrr]

i feel like most horror movies hardly affect me anymore because i’m too busy queer-coding and doing character analysis lmao

[luvghostie]

Michael Myers, Otis Driftwood, Leatherface, Brahms Heelshire reaction to their s/o shouting “Who’s ever there I have a gun and I’m not afraid to kill myself” and they are holding a fucking hanger because they got scared by a sound

╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑

𝐒/𝐎 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 “𝐖𝐇𝐎’𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈

𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐔𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃

𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅” 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐑𝐄

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.ೃ࿐

GN Reader

TW: violence mentioned, talk of unaliving, semi-angst, and language

Brahms was coming back from making you two drinks. It was a rather cold and windy day at the heelshire manson. That being said, he knew the perfect beverage! Hot Chocolate. It wasn't uncommon for the two of you to cuddle closely together during this season. You needed the warmth and you knew Brahms would love the psychical touch.

Once he was on his way back he heard you yell. “Who's ever there I have a gun and I'm not afraid to kill myself!” What? Who was in the house besides you and him?! Throwing the drinks on the floor, brahms made his way to you. You reside in his room in the walls. How would anyone besides you knew where they were at?

When Brahms walked in he saw you armed with a hanger. He didn't think twice about it since he you were scared. “Y/N what's wrong? Is there someone here?!” Brahms inquired, rushing to put his arms on you. As the embrace collided with your body you tried not to laugh. You knew there wasn't anything serious. It was just a small noise that startled you after all. Giving a simple hug back you answered, “No, Brahms, it's just you and me. I promise.”

Michael wasn't the type to worry much about people breaking in. He knew if anyone did they wouldn't last long. However, hearing you screaming and threatening to unalive yourself startled him. No way someone actually came in. Well, no one in their right mind. Michael would take care of the person for good. The last thing the male wants is for you to be scared when he's near. Your protection and safety are key for him.

Michael took his knife in hand and charged to the room. Upon entering he was confused. Why were you holding a hanger? He looked around for any signs of someone inside. Yet, the room was clear, and no one was there besides you two. No animal, no open window, nothing. So what scared you?

Michael titled his head in a questioning manner. You couldn't see it but you knew his eyes lingered on you trying to understand. As you gathered your composure you found it humorous actually. “I-I’m sorry,” you said, throwing the hanger to the side. “I thought there was a ghost or something.” That's when it clicked to Michael. He wasn't upset, if anything it was cute to the male.

Bubba was away for a while with his family. In return, you were left alone. It wasn't all that bad though. You could watch TV, explore the house, and maybe get some cleaning in. The Sawyers left their house in pretty messy shape after the murders. It couldn't hurt to tidy up the weapons and bleach the blood-stained carpets.

When Bubba arrived home he looked for you immediately. He knew you loved him and wouldn't leave but he worried. If you wanted to leave it would've been the perfect opportunity to do so. Searching the downstairs part of the house he heard a yell. “Who's ever there I have a gun and I'm not afraid to kill myself!” his eyes grew wide as he took in what you said. You couldn't possibly hurt yourself. He... He loves you.

As the other family members finally got inside the they were greeted by Bubba running upstairs. When he found you he went right toward your side. Bubba didn't speak a word, he only made small noises of sadness. You were able to understand and felt guilty for scaring him as well. You frightened him so much he didn't even notice the hanger in your hand. “I'm sorry big guy, I thought someone broke in,” you said, hugging him tightly. “I swear I'll give you lots of cuddles tonight.”

Otis went out with Tiny and RJ for a while leaving you in the company of Baby. She and you were very close together. Getting with her older brother was bound to make you guys talk sometimes. Especially, when you needed to vent. She understood everything you said never judging how you felt/acted. Even if it was about Otis she'd never tell him a single thing. What happens in Baby's room, stays in Baby's room.

Baby fell asleep early due to feeling relatively sick. As soon as you noticed she was out cold is when you began to feel scared. The Firefly house was big. Not to mention, they had a mad doctor living underground. You tried not to think about it most of the time but the topic came to mind. What would happen if he need a new patient? Would they sacrifice you?

Otis finally got home, kicking his boots off meters from the front door. When he got to baby's room he heard you yell in fear. Only, he heard the last part. “I'm not afraid to kill myself!” slamming open the bedroom door he saw a comical sight. “What the fuck are you doing with a hanger?” he asked between laughs. Your face turned beat red from embarrassment. You swore there was someone else in the room before he came in. It wasn't long before the interaction spread throughout the family.

[adalwolfgang]

Could i request platonic hcs for norman bates adopting a child, maybe one that was kinda just left at the motel? ^^

🏨𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁𝘆-𝗶𝘀𝗵/𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁/𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗺𝗮𝗻🏨

Today was a slow day like all the others. No one had checked into the hotel in a few weeks except for the occasional lost soul who would come in to ask for directions. Norman was too occupied in the backroom to here someone come in. Specifically two people come in.

Your former parent or guardian walked cautiously up to the check in desk, you excitedly following close behind. There was a skip in your step unlike your guardian, who was crossing their arms across their chest and a frown on their face.

A few hours prior, you were playing with your toys and watching a show/movie you liked. Your guardian had walked into your room, telling you to be ready to leave in the next few minutes and that you were both going to be staying at a nearby hotel for a few days. You didn't question their random decision. Already sitting in the car with a giddy smile on your face. You were excited to be visiting a new place. New places meant adventure in your eyes.

Now you were sitting in a lush chair, kicking your feet in excitement. Your guardian had told you to go find a chair to sit and wait in while they got your room taken care of. Due to the position the chair was facing, you missed the sad look your guardian gave you as they rung the bell, that alerted Norman, before quickly exiting the lobby of the hotel and driving off in their car.

Norman came bustling out of the back room, wiping off the front of his shirt to try and look somewhat presentable. A look of confusion crossed his face when no one was at the desk. More confusion flooded his face when he spotted you sitting in a chair, alone. No other adult or human being for that matter insight.

He made is way from behind the counter and cautiously approached you. You didn't seem to notice or hear him approach so he cleared his throat to get your attention. When you turn your face to him, the first thing that caught his attention was your eyes. They were filled with a mix of wonder and adventure. Norman barley caught himself practically gawking before coming back to the harsh realization on why you were there in the first place.

Your parent/guardian had abandoned you.

•Gives you your own private room right next door to his. It’s much more spacious than your old room.

•Mother has mixed feelings about you. Approves of you at first because of your innocent nature but also views you as a distraction to Normans work.

•Since Normans new to the whole “being a parent” trope, it takes a bit of trial and error but he soon gets the hang of things.

•Spoils you every chance he gets. Your room is decorated to your own liking, with whatever toys you liked, the walls painted your favorite color.

•Will agree to whatever games it is you’d want to play. Whether it be dress up, tea parties, hide n’ seek, coloring/painting. You name it.

•He tries to keep you away and out of sight from guests. He doesn’t want to risk the chance that whoever your previous parents or guardian were to show back up and decide they wanted you back. Since he never got the chance to see who had left you at the motel, everyone is a suspect.

•He tries to have a schedule and be as organized as possible so he can balance work and taking care of you. He makes sure you’re awake no later than 10 am, (Tries) homeschools you from 11 am to 1 pm, Bedtime no later than 9:30 pm.

•If you ever get overwhelmed or have a panic attack, he’ll either wrap you up in a blanket and lay you down on the couch OR set you in his lap and read to you.

•Names he calls you(Yes i know lots of littles): Little one, Little Monster, Mouse, Sweetie, (whatever else pet-names you think he’d call you)

[ride-a-cow-boy]

The Merkins | Slashstreet Boys | Freddy Krueger and Ghostface.

[maraazuls]

Bo and Vincent

[lunatiksart]

Loved his half melted face look from season one of the chucky series so decided to paint it.

[fearwasalwaysanoption]

Welcome to Camp!

[kianapaints]

Chucky already has chosen the snowman's mask...

[issdisgrace]

I love your heterosexual relationship writings! slashers def would force you to call yourself a male even when you have a pussy! cause their fragility def makes them only wanna be around ‘men’ so hot!

Lol, this is the best hate comment. You can go fuck off out of here because at least I’m not insecure peace of shit. I know who I am and I am proud of that. I’m proud to be trans and I’m proud to stand alongside my brothers and sisters. People like you are the scum of the earth. You have a special place in hell.

[crystalmoonfall]

[i-heart-slashers]

Get Your Girl

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Paul x female!reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | They thought it was just another night on the boardwalk until Paul catches a scent that will change his afterlife forever.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1 k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | mentions of weed

Santa Carla is a place where the night holds secrets darker than the shadows themselves. The boardwalk gleams under the moonlight, a shimmering array of colors and sounds that lulled both humans and vampires alike.

Those said vampires prowled the night with their senses keen and alert as always as they sought out their next bit of entertainment... or meal. They roamed the boardwalk at night, their shadows blending seamlessly with the darkness, their whispers carrying secrets of centuries past.

On one such night, Paul found himself trailing behind David and the others. The air was thick with anticipation, charged with something new—maybe it was that new strain of weed he'd smoked after they'd woken up.

He could feel the energy tingling on his skin, urging him forward. 

That's when he caught a whiff of something intoxicating, a scent that pulled at the primal instincts buried deep within him. This aroma called out to him like a siren's song.

He glanced at David, whose eyes gleamed with a knowing glint. "Follow your nose, Paul," David murmured, his voice low and commanding.

And so, Paul did. 

He wasn't the best tracker in the group, but he let the tantalizing scent guide him through the mass of people on the boardwalk. Neon lights cast a kaleidoscope of colors on the area, and the air was alive with laughter and music, mingling with the salty tang of the ocean.

With his senses attuned to the mysterious scent that beckoned him, he walked, Marko and Dwayne, flanking him, trying to keep his focal point on that scent. David followed behind as he watched the usually wild vampire, keeping an unusually calm focus.

As Paul ambled along, the intoxicating scent thickened and danced upon the breeze, weaving its way into his senses with a seductive allure. It was unlike anything he had ever encountered, a symphony of sweetness and floral notes that set his veins on fire.

He followed the scent like a moth drawn to flame until he stood before a group of girls, their laughter ringing like chimes in the night.

Without thinking, Paul leaned closer, his nose brushing against the hair of one of the girls. He inhaled deeply, his senses drowning in her scent, which enveloped him like a warm embrace, flooding his senses with a dizzying rush of desire. 

He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, pushing his nose further into her hair, and realized with a jolt of recognition that this was the scent he had been searching for, the one whose scent had called out to him across the night.

Feeling someone touching your hair, you turned around, your eyes wide with surprise, as you caught sight of a guy sniffing you. He was a tall blond with wild hair, but an expression of pure pleasure lit up his handsome features.

Paul could see the confusion flickering in your gaze, the wariness that danced on the edge of your expression. And yet, there was something else there, too, something he couldn't quite name.

You lifted a hand to your hair, your fingers brushing against the spot where he had pressed his nose. The two of you locked eyes for a moment, just gazing at the other.

For a fleeting instant, time stood still. In that moment, Paul saw eternity reflected in the depths of your gaze, a universe of possibilities unfolding before him. But before he could speak, a playful smile danced upon your lips.

Eyes sparkling with mischief, you leaned in to press your nose in his hair and inhale his scent, your expression softening with amusement. "You smell like weed," You remarked with a playful giggle. Your words laced with an enchanting charm that ensnared Paul's senses even further.

Paul blinked, taken aback by your words. He had expected fear, revulsion even, but instead, there was only curiosity. He found himself smiling in response, a warmth spreading through him at the sound of your laughter.

"Can I have some?" You say playfully as Paul takes the joint he had placed behind his ear, the one he had rolled in for himself in excitement for a late-night smoke, and held out to you wordlessly. 

Taking the offered joint, you gave him a surprise laugh as you held it. You thanked him with a sweet smile that he hoped he'd see more of, and he moved to speak.

Before he could say anything, however, your friends appeared at your side, tugging you away with a knowing grin. Paul watched them tug you away, his heart heavy with longing. 

He knew then, with a certainty that bordered on instinct, that he had found his mate.

With a parting glance, you offered him a smile that ignited something deep within his soul, a spark of recognition that left him breathless in its wake. As you disappeared into the crowd, Paul stood rooted to the spot, his mind awash with a whirlwind of emotions.

A hand clapped him on the shoulder, and Paul turned to see Dwayne standing beside him. There was a gleam in Dwayne's eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that had formed between Paul and you just now went beyond human recognition.

"She was something, isn't she?" Dwayne said, his voice low and amused as Marko and David both realized who you were— it looks like they'll be gaining a sister soon.

Paul nodded, unable to tear his gaze away from the spot where you had vanished into the night as his dead heart began to ache, wanting to rush after you. "She's everything," he whispered, his voice barely a breath against the ocean's roar.

Marko bounces as he grins, a flash of his teeth glinting in the moonlight as he throws his arm around Paul with an excitable aura. "Well then," he said, shaking Paul as Dwayne and David sighed at their 'terror twins.' "It looks like we've got ourselves a mission. Let's go get your girl."

[slasshrr]

who put this gay here…

[luvghostie]

Hi! I get the feeling that Art can be a yandere. So Can I please request yandere Art the clown headcanons with a s/o?

╰┈➤ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐍

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.ೃ࿐

GN Reader

TW: violence and kidnapping

Art is a naturally violent person. Lack of empathy and carelessness are a majority of his personality. Not including the little gags and pranks, he does now and then. He is a clown after all therefore, laughter is key.

For some reason, his heart warmed when he saw you. He was going to kill you but the thought made him hurt psychically and mentally. Why were you so important? Art couldn't wrap his head around it.

That night he asked you to dinner at his place. (he wrote it down but still) Whether or not you agreed is on you. When you tried to leave, however, he knocked you out. You didn't thank you'd get away that easy, did you? Once you woke up you found yourself in a relatively comfortable cage. This is where the fun begins.

Art doesn't abuse or take advantage of you. If anything, you're more fragile than glass to him. So beautiful, so weak. The way your eyes feel with misery when he kills in front of you makes his day 10x better.

He'll give you plenty of food and water. You'll never go hungry and thirsty. Art puts you before him and anyone else. He's gone many nights without eating just to make sure you did. If you don't eat the food his heart aches. He just wants you to be happy with him.

After some time he'll allow you out. He's developed trust for you. The countless nights of you talking to him and the notes he's supplied you with. You grew to trust him as well. You could even say you started adoring him.

Whenever you two are in public he never leaves your side. Oh, and if anyone- ANYONE looks at you wrong he'll murder them in the most gruesome way possible. Acid bath? Water Torture? Skinning? He'll do anything he sees fit to punish them.

Gifts are a must with the clown. Expensive, cheap, anything in between, he'll get it for you. He loves to see you in cute little outfits. Not to mention something sexy. If you say no though he won't push it. Art wants you to love him not hate him.

You have definitely gotten Stockholm syndrome from the years captured. You couldn't deny the love you felt. He treated you better than anyone else did. It wasn't hard to tell he didn't mean you harm. So in the end, you and the goofball decided to stay together...forever.

[adalwolfgang]

Can you write Norman comforting the reader after a night terror?

🏨𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳/𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁/𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀/𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽/𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁𝘆𝗶𝘀𝗵?🏨

-"Nor-" you shot up in a cold sweat. Your eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. You rubbed a hand over your eyes before looking over to the other side of the bed to see Norman laying on his side holding his head up with his hand.

-"Nightmare?" He didnt need you to respond to already know the ansewer to his question. He observed your face for a mere second with a look of empathy before sitting up straight and laying back against the headboard, his arms held open, silently motioning for you to sit between his legs and you did just that.

-Once you got comfortable and situated between him, he gently wraps his arms around your body, laying his chin atop your head. You both just sat there in silence. It wasn't the awkward kind of silence thought. It was a comforting silence. Just two people finding comfort in each others presence.

-After awhile, you could feel Norman start to hum a tune. It wasn't nothing in particular. Just something he made up. The humming grew just a little aswell as him rocking you both from side to side ever so slightly. This little tactic of his seemed to be working because your tense muscles started to loosen little by little and your ragged breathing started to slow down.

"Is my little monster ready to talk about the nightmare they just had or wishes to keep it to themselves?" he muttered into your ear. He wouldn't force it upon you to tell him but if you talking about it would help calm you down, he'd be more than willing to listen. You kept quiet after awhile, instead laying farther back into his chest. That was all he needed to know.

-For the rest of the night, you both just stay cuddled close to one another. Finding comfort in one another's embrace. That alone was enough for you both to fall back asleep to get some much needed rest.