#spine-chillers

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Barbara Ker Wilson (collector) - A Handful of Ghosts - Knight - 1979

[gelidponies]

For Artfight, OCs belong to @manbehindthemask / @misterteeth

[mamayan]

I don’t want to write kinktober I want to watch as much horror and psychologically jarring shit as I can until I hit a breaking point and need a full 11 months to recover to do it all again—

[dontyouworrydaddy]

can you do a 141 + könig where they all are watching a horror movie and expect reader to be scared and jumpy, but instead reader is enjoying the movie and even laughs at some parts! like reader isnt phased by the gorey movie😭 <3

𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

Task Force 141 (+König) + gn! reader

Hiiiii💘💘 I really love this idea. Like horror movies aren’t even scary😔 I just sit there with a straight face and I‘m like: ok😬

ANYWAYS HOPE YOU LOVE THIS!

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The dimly lit room was filled with the hushed voices of the boys that prepared for their movie night. Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Price, König, and you had all gathered around a large screen in the basement of your base. They had chosen a horror movie, expecting that you, the newest addition to their team, would be scared out of your wits.

But little did they know that horror movies don’t have an impact on you since you grew up watching saw and other brutal shit.

"Alright, lads and lass," Price said, settling into his seat with a mischievous glint in his eye, "we've got a real spine-chiller for tonight. Let's see who's the first to jump out of their skin."

The opening credits of the movie rolled, eerie music accompanying the names of the actors and the sinister title. Ghost, who was sitting beside you, leaned in and whispered, "Get ready to be terrified, little soldier."

You simply grinned and replied, "Oh, I love a good horror movie. I doubt anything can spook me."

As the movie's suspenseful music built, the tension in the room grew palpable. The first jump-scare approached, and the team watched with bated breath. But when the horrifying image flashed on the screen, you burst out laughing.

Gaz and Soap exchanged surprised glances. "What's so funny, y/n?" Gaz asked.

You shrugged, your eyes still on the screen. "It's just... so over the top. Look at that fake blood. It's practically neon!"

The team couldn't believe it. As the movie continued, the scary scenes kept coming, and you continued to react with amusement rather than fear. You found the whole experience rather comical, pointing out the clichés and tropes as the story began to unfold.

Price, who was trying his best not to smile, muttered, "I've never seen someone find a horror movie this entertaining."

König, who had been observing silently, joined in. "You have a point. It's like you're watching a comedy, not a horror movie."

During a particularly gory scene, you didn't flinch, but instead commented, "Wow, they really went all out with the fake blood and special effects. It's like they're trying to see how creative they can get with it."

Ghost couldn't help but chuckle. "You've got a weird perspective. Most folks would be hiding under the covers by now. Literally, what’s wrong with you?"

As the movie reached its climax, the rest of the team started to relax. They had expected a night of screams and shivers, but your lighthearted approach had lightened the mood.

In the end, when the movie finally concluded with a final jumpscare, the rest of the team waited for your reaction. But instead of fear, you burst into laughter, clapping your hands. "That was brilliant! Such a funny scene! Literally saved the whole movie!"

Price leaned back in his chair, shaking his head in amusement. "Well, I'll be damned. You've got nerves of steel, y/n."

The others couldn't help but agree, and they all started to laugh as well. The horror movie had turned into an unexpected comedy night, thanks to you being unable to be scared.

As you all left the room, still chuckling and recounting the movie's amusing moments, König approached you and said, "You certainly have a way for finding humor in the darkest places, Soldat. It's quite… different.."

[justanothersquidblog]

my i should've specified‼️meant who's the better leader shiver v frye v big man

Ahh!! I see- well since many of my ocs aren't really affiliated with Deep Cut besides the agents most likely...

San: Team Frye strangely enough. She reminds them of Callie. They would've gone with Big Man but San thinks he could use a bit more of a spine.

Hachi: Team Big Man because she prefers his more chiller energy compared to Shiver's ostentatiousness and Frye's fire.

Yon: Team Shiver! Yon thinks Shiver is very cool and that's sorta it! Shiver reminds Yon a bit of Marie- however that's cause Yon unfortunately has bought into Shiver's cool guy persona. Do not expose Yon to the cringefail shark she might reconsider her vote.

Neo: Team Frye as well. ..It's not cause of any opinion, it's cause they wanted to play the splatfest with San.

[winterbuckwild]

Continuation of my little self indulgent Marvel AU crossover thingy. No Tony this time but guess who...

The guy had been sitting in the darkest corner they had for a few hours now nursing a single beer that was still only half way to finished.

Eddie had been keeping half an eye while he was serving the afternoon regulars, joking with the ones sitting at the bar while he put the glasses away and restocked the chillers.

From what Eddie could see of his face he was gorgeous to say the least, but the hollow of his cheeks and hunch of his shoulders suggested that his pretty face was the least of the guys worries.

Eddie waved a barfly off with a fond smile and kicked the final chiller shut with a thick boot. He sent a quick text off to Steve to let him know he may be about to do something dumb, and rounded the bar to the main floor.

"How you doing, fella, can I get you a refill?" He approached the table slower than he normally would, boots thumping purposefully on the wood floor, audible above the low music. Between Wayne and Steve and their collective PTSD he recognised the thousand yard stare.

That stare snapped up to him the second he spoke and the icy blue eyes made him shiver a little where he stood. Eddie's general view of life was if it wasn't scarier than vecna then he could deal with it, but something about the guy made his flight instincts stand up and take notice.

Christ he was hot though.

"I'm good, thanks." The voice was softer than Eddie expected for such a big dude, and his smile was just off enough, just practiced enough, to send a frission of unease down his spine.

"You know where to find me." Eddie kept thr friendly tone in his voice, snapped off some kind of weird salute type thing and retreated to the bar to tell Steve he was on one piece.

When he looked up from his phone, the guy was gone and his beer bottle was sitting on the bar next to Eddie elbow.

Eddie had never even seen him move.

[caratlibrary]

"Our feathered arms, our stockinged legs. / The intricate paws, the filleting tongue. / We love what we are; we love what we’ve become." - Michael Collier, “All Souls” from The Ledge

The nights come sooner, the shadows grow longer, and a chill settles in the air— as the clock approaches the darkest hours of the night, something strange is afoot in the halls of the Carat Library…

Guidelines: October’s event will have the theme of spine chillers. Each submission must:

follow our regular reblog criteria as listed in the official rules,

exceed our event word minimum of 1k words,

and feature elements of fantasy or the supernatural.

While it’s not a requirement for submissions to fall into the horror genre, or even to be scary, we encourage all participants to be festive and adventurous this October.

For this collab, slots are limited to one participant per member AND concept. For example, if someone has claimed the slot for Jeonghan and vampire, you cannot write for Jeonghan and another concept, nor can you write for another member and a vampire concept.

Some examples of concepts include, but are not limited to, ghosts, angels and demons, zombies, wizards/magic, mermaids, yōkai, nymphs and fairies, etc. 

To participate: Send @honeykyeom a direct message with your planned member and concept, and she will reply privately to confirm your proposed slot. To see which slots are still available, see the masterlist below.

Please post your completed fic in the month of October, using the tracking tag #caratlibraryspinechillers

Important dates:

Sep 24, 2023 - registration opens

Oct 1, 2023 - submission period begins

Oct 31, 2023 - event closes

Masterlist:

S.COUPS

JEONGHAN

JOSHUA

JUN

HOSHI

Pumpkin to Talk About by @starsstuddedsky

hoshi + magic

I thought Cinderella was supposed to come in a pumpkin carriage, not come with a pumpkin for a head.

read here

WONWOO

WOOZI

THE8

In Another Life by @nishloves

minghao + ghost

You never imagined your life without minghao; Hell, it was too tormenting to even think about it; So how are you expected to let him go after you have loved him for so long?

read here

MINGYU

DK

A Shadow of You by @anemoiant

seokmin + wraith

Your childhood friend has been nothing but a ghost rotting in your memories, so when you reunite during a criminal investigation, you're left with nothing but chills.

read here

SEUNGKWAN

VERNON

DINO

[strawbubbysugar]

I caught up all the way from chapter 20 because I checked out for a little, but this also let me know that Mangle was the person Fetch was taking us to due to an earlier chapter (from a mention of folklore) so that was a nice advantage of reading it all at once! Anyways, my ask! Sun seems interested because he wants pry/ncess to become an animatronic like him, am I right? That way they could essentially live forever or unless until they get decommissioned. He’s probably already had many moments of panic over pry/ncess’s mortality already as it is. I think in his mind hes like “if they were an animatronic I wouldn’t have to worry about their fragile meat suit getting hurt anymore” akdhsj meanwhile pry/ncess is still, understandably, very horrified lol the “all too human eyes” bit is really a spine chiller. Something also tells me it’s not so.. linear and simple, these changes. So far they don’t even seem to like.. act? Right? And the human decay leaking out is.. a touch concerning xD So even IF hypothetically that WERE to happen, I… do not think Sun would like the actual outcome probably. But still, something tells me he’s interested because of pry/ncess.

We’ll just have to wait and see 🤐 MUAHAHAHA

[katiajewelbox]

Halloween Countdown Day 8

The Jorogumo (Spider Woman of Japanese Folklore)

Beware of the sinister Jorogumo in the forest at Halloween!

My second costume character of 2023 is inspired by the Jorogumo yokai of Japanese folklore. The Jorogumo's name means "entangling bride" or "prostitute spider" in Japanese. Yokai are supernatural monsters of traditional stories and myths in Japan. They are often based on real creatures or are explanations for natural phenomenon. For example, the Jorogumo is a real spider called the Golden Orb-Weaver (Trichonephila clavata) that has lived for at least 400 years and attained magical powers over its unnaturally long life.

The Jorogumo is said to be a solitary predator who lives in caves, abandoned houses, and forests all over Japan since ancient times. They are powerful deceivers and shapeshifters who use their cunning to trap strong young men in order to eat them. She takes the form of a captivatingly beautiful young woman to lure her favourite prey into her web, where the unfortunate man is bound with unbreakable spider webs while the Jorogumo feasts on him over many days. Jorogumo are often depicted as sexy women with spider limbs surrounded by spider webs and the skeletons of their many victims.

Like a lot of Japanese yokai stories, not only are they great spine chillers but also moral fables showing examples of the type of people and situations one should avoid in real life! Nowadays, the real life Jorogumos use the world wide web rather than a spider web to trap their victims and bleed them dry of money.

Watch out for my Jorogumo character, who may lure you into the forest and trap you in her spider web!

#Halloween#halloweencostumes#spider#japanesefolklore#jorogumo#costume#folklore

[the-berf]

It was hot as balls. Summer in Chicago was exceptionally brutal that year and the AC in the kitchen of The Beef was, to put it politely, had seen better days. Much better ones. As a result working there was becoming quite the challenge. Smoke breaks were gone in favour of water breaks in the walk-in chiller. It was an unspoken agreement that they took turns in there or, for a super quick cooldown, the walk-in freezer was employed. In for a minute to bask in the shocking cold then out. To actually need something from either walk-ins was a blissful treat.

Carmy had been by the stoves, too warm to even curse. Why he thought becoming a chef then working in a shitty little place like The Beef was beyond him. Everything was grating on his nerves and going outside for a much needed smoke was unthinkable. As much as he craved it, facing yet more heat was beyond sanity. So he'd not smoked since early morning, was jittery as fuck, too warm and in desperate need of a break.

"Get in the walk-in," Richie snapped at him.

"No time."

"Then the freezer. Just looking at you gives me heat stroke."

Syd was already next to him, ushering him out of the way for a much needed break. Annoyed, Carmy march away because if he stayed, if he argued, he might just punch someone. Wrenching the door of the freezer open harshly, he stalked in, relishing the slamming of the door. For a moment it didn't feel too cold, even as his breath curled in the air. Fuck but did the change in temperature feel good. Running hands through his hair, Carmy let out a groan, eyes shut. Maybe he had needed the cold break. Should probably get a drink too. He truly was the master of "do as I say, not as I do".

A shiver running down his spine, Carmy walked back to the door and tried to open it. Nothing happened. Giving it a shoulder shove, all Carmy got was the promise of a new bruise. Thumping on the door, he yelled.

"Yo! Cut it out!" There was no answer. "Yo! Cousin! This isn't funny!"

After a moment he slapped his hand repeatedly against the door, hissing at the chill that was seeping through him. Fuck the freezer and regulation temperatures.

"Cousin?" Richie's voice was filled with annoyance. "You trip and twist your knickers or something?"

The handle rattled but the door didn't budge.

"Carm, stop being an idiot. Come on out!"

"I'm trying, jag-off!"

"Then try harder!"

Carmy pushed while Richie pulled to no avail. The door wouldn't move. On the outside a commotion was growing as more and more of the staff tried to help open the door. Nothing seemed to be working and, as the minutes ticked by, Carmy paced the short few steps back and forth, teeth chattering. Goosebumps decorated his bare arms, the sweat that had been making his t-shirt cling to his back was starting to feel a little crispy.

"Hurry the fuck up! I'm going to literally freeze my balls off in here!"

"Not like you were using them anyway."

Richie's answer was a little muffled but it got Carmy seeing red. The anger at least gave him the illusion of warmth as he spun and snarled at the door. "Fuck you! You wanted me in here! Is this what you did to Mikey too? So desperate to take this shithole from us. Well guess what, dickhead! This will always be a Berzatto family restaurant and you will never be a Berzatto."

For a moment there was silence. An absolute stillness and even Carmy held his breath.

"I'm going to get you out," Richie said firmly. "Just so I can look you in the eye like a man before punching your lights out."

"Oi! Cut it out!" That was Syd, the voice of reason. She only served to irritate Carmy further.

"Are you in on this?" Because she had been there to take over and help get Carmy in the freezer. "What did he offer? 30% of the restaurant once I'm out of the way and Nat's refused to take over? Or 40% if you suck his cock once a week?"

"Jeff!" The outrage in Tina's voice brought him up short. "We're trying to help. You're not making it easy."

Which made Carmy question something. "Who the fuck is running the restaurant? Get back to work. You want to get paid? Get to fucking work! All of you!"

It was so cold. Carmy sank down to sit on the floor, knees pulled to his chest, arms hugging around them. His chin slotted perfectly into the divot between his knees. Shivering, he tried to ignore the noises from outside. It was pointless, they should prioritise the restaurant, make sure orders were being taken and filler. Not like he was going anywhere. Eyes closing, Carmy let his mind drift to anything other than the cold.

"Carmy? You okay?" Syd sounded closer and, against better judgement, Carmy shuffled closer to the door, leaning against it. His arm near enough burned from touching the metal of it.

"Yeah, hust fuckig fine. How're the orders?" Maybe his sense of time was fucked but he had only sat down a few moments earlier.

On the other side of the door was some muttering. He could just about catch snippets like "slurring?" and "keep him talking" and "hurry the fuck up".

"Uh, yeah, orders are good," Syd replied. "Got one in that I wanted to run past you. Guy wants gravy as dip. But wants it fresh and to the family recipe standard. Can you run me through the gravy recipe?"

"The fuck?" Carmy almost laughed, it even stopped his teeth chattering. "You hit your head and suddenly can't make gravy?"

"He's insisting. Wants the Berzatto special." From where she stood by the door, Syd shot Richie a glare as he tried to hold back laughter.

"Berzatto special baby gravy." The words burst from Richie right as Fak rounded the corner, ready to pull the freezer door apart.

Too tired, Carmy couldn't bring himself to rage at the stupid joke. He was too tired to do anything really. A nap sounded good. Really good actually.

"How long he been in there?" Fak asked the others.

"Too long," Richie said at the same time as Syd replied, "Coming up to half an hour. Regulations don't let you stay longer than fifteen and even that's with appropriate clothing."

Nodding, Fak discarded some of his tools. "So time is of the essence." More loudly he added, "I'll get you out in no time, Carm."

There was no response from inside the freezer. Alarmed looks were exchanged.

"Just get him the fuck out."

Tina had taken initiative and closed the restaurant. Nobody could focus as the wrong kind of tension mounted in the kitchen. They all crowded as close as sensible, just about leaving room for Fak to work. The entire door was coming off, hinges and all. Helplessness engulfed them. There was a sugar laden tea cooling on the side and someone had grabbed a throw from the office, along with a cushion.

Finally, the last bolt was out and, between Fak and Marcus, they managed to wrench it out of place, the broken lock slipping out of its socket with ease. As they moved, Carmy near enough spilled out of the freezer, flopped on the floor without the door to hold him up anymore.

Richie's excalamtion of "fuck" was coupled with him rushing to Carmy's side, rolling him onto his back. More pale than normal, breaths slow and shallow, Carmy was unresponsive.

"We need to move him, get him warm." Syd was on Carmy's other side hand hovering over him but not quite daring to touch.

"No shit, Sherlock." With that Richie scooped Carmy up, trying not to think about how cold he felt to touch. Thinking about heat, Riche set him down in front of the ovens, grateful that Syd was hot on his heel with the throw and cushion.

What followed were some agonisingly slow minutes. Nobody dared even move really, worried it might somehow set Carmy's warming progress back. At least the pallid colour of his cheeks was changing. Nowhere near rosy and healthy but better. Not to mention that the only time anyone had ever seen Carmy truly flushed was when he was red in the face from yelling in rage.

"Carmen?" Richie nudged him, desperate for a response but he got nothing. "Come on, cousin. Don't be a dickbag."

Reaching out, he patted Carmy's cheek, intent on annoying him into consciousness. To an extent it worked as Carmy left out a soft moan and tried to turn his head away. At least it was progress.

"Thank fuck." Ever the man of simple words, Richie sat back on his heels with a laugh. "Didn't think his insurance would have covered this."

Ever so slowly, Carmy returned to the land of the living. It started with a disgruntled little huff which turned into discomfort and pain as he turned to curl in on himself. At least he was shivering again by the time his eyes opened, blinking blearily at first.

"F-f-f-fuck."

"Here, drink." Syd held the warm tea while Richie helped sit Carmy up. Some of it spilled as Carmy got his hands around the mug, shivers making him shake violently. Before he could spiral, Syd was there with a steadying hand. "It's okay, just drink what you can. We'll take care of everything else."

A little cowed, Carmy let his hands be guided so he could drink the sugar laden tea, not ever recognising that the solid wall of heat behind him was actually Richie. At least, not until Syd was taking the mostly empty mug and a hand brushed fondly through his hair.

"Trust you to be the contrary fuck to get hypothermia in the middle of summer."

Too tired to care, Carmy shrugged and leaned back, content to let the others hold down the fort for the time being. Before he closed his eyes to relish the warmth he was surrounded by, Carmy managed a croaky "sorry" which was waved off. Whether he was apologising for getting stuck, for the shit he said or for just generally existing was hard to tell. But, in a way, it didn't matter because they were all family and forgiving each other was core to that.

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Frank D. McSherry, Jr., Charles G. Waugh, and Martin H. Greenberg (Editor) - Treasury of American Horror Stories - Random House Value - 1988

[imagintheworldaway]

Florida

A/N idk with this one, i just could't stop myself.

Warnings: Drugs, memory loss

Requests: Open

Life hasn't been easy. We both got dealt shitty hands, abusive childhoods, absent parents, people only ever caring when the fame and money followed. But that wasn’t for years. We were both broke kids trying to figure it out, only having each other as a comfort blanket. It's so shitty to think about, we were both just kids, two kids who were never given a real chance. That's where it started. At Least that's my theory. What do you expect, kids learn from the adults that raise them, and when the adults are shitty there is no question that the kid will more than likely also turn out to be shitty. Deep down, somewhere in my soul, I knew I had good in me, but what's the point of being good and decent and nice when the world and everyone in it had only thrown it all back in your face? 

I don't really remember the first time I met Frank. I remember we were kids, well teenagers, we ran in similar crowds, and he always had this smile, this cheeky smile which you just couldn’t say no to. And those eyes. Those emerald green eyes, the way the sunset shone in them when we were lying on top of a building, no cares, no one to answer to, just ourselves. Maybe the silence in knowing that we were both doomed was what comforted me. Maybe it was the fact he was tall and handsome, or maybe because he could do things to me that made my knees weak and screams echo through the city. 

When he suggested, well when he told me he was moving to LA there was no doubt I would follow him. There was nothing holding me down, so why not follow a boy to LA and see how it goes. I think that's when everything truly clicked for the first time. Being homeless, couch surfing, working dodgy jobs just to buy liquor and cigarettes was how we got by. That sunset, nothing really beat the LA sunset, the warm hues and bright rays that glistened in his eyes, illuminating his face reassured me that this was all worth it. 

But LA changed us. Like it does everyone else who gets sucked into the black pit which is the city. As we grew we were able to scrape together some pennies for an apartment. That's when the bug changed. My Frankie was now the sexy Nikki Sixx and I gained the nickname of Florida, or Flo. why? Well I was still as carefree as when I had arrived here. I didn't care where, when or what we did, and everyone we met said I was like a ray of sunshine, meaning I was like Florida. I was also majorly sedated most of the time which only added to the birth of the nickname. Nikki said he always saw Florida as the much more chiller younger cousin to LA, he always wanted to go to Florida, maybe it was the child in him that missed out on such a core memory that so many other kids got to have. So I became his Florida.

We had our own funny little rituals to get by. I would pray for snow and Nikki would produce the white powder that sent shivers down my spine but always brought me a great warmth. Our house was an apartment but our home was on the borderline. We would work these stupid jobs, meet our dealer, then climb on the roof. Heads frazzled in white powder but the same comforting silence that we had as tennagers still there, reassuring us that this was right. 

Sometimes Nikki would hold me so close I could swear that I could hear his thoughts. His hand was always squeezing mine, comforting me, knowing we were at the same place. But bliss cant last forever. 

I was happy that Nikki was finally in a band that made sense. Tommy was such a goofball and always knew the right thing to say, Mick was quiet, but we had a silent understanding, we looked after each other and then there was Vince, he was gorgeous, and always knew how to make my heart flutter and my cheeks red. They would practise and write songs as I would cut the lines. I never got involved with their business and they left me to mine. It was good. So fucking good. Until it wasn’t. 

The more popular the boys got the more money i got a hold of and the more lines, spliffs, pills, tabs and alcohol i consumed. I became the girl always at the show, dancing along on the side, supporting her boys. The music used to create colours, streams of vibrant vibrations would cloud my vision as I swayed and moved to the beat. I couldn’t care about the other girls. Why would i? He always came back to me, no matter what. I was the one in the pictures who he had his arm around, i was the one he brought to the parties, i was the only who kept his supply safe. 

It never stopped. I was the new guy everyone went to. You wanted something, you went and talked to Flo to get it. It was like my own dirty little secret that few people were in on. It was never my intent but it was easy. I kept the gear, he kept me satisfied. What I once thought was love I think was deeper. Nikki and I were the same person, and people knew that, you can't find Nikki? He's with Flo. Need some gear? Florida will be in Nikkis' room. A package deal, two of a kind, dare I say soulmates. 

All good things must come to an end. That's what our first dealer had said to us. How did he know that all the way back then? I don't know, I don't care to know. He always did warn us though. He always said how I was stupid for following a boy because I was in love. Love was only an emotion, so why did I care so much about a silly little feeling? Maybe because, as fucked up as whatever this thing we had was, it was the only form of love either of us had ever felt. 

I was a good girl. The perfect girlfriend, anything he could ever want, but i wasn't enough, i would never be enough. Florida was pretty, Florida was fun, but Florida wasn’t without its demons, it's blotches on its happy go lucky outlook on life, I truly was becoming the worst parts of it all. I took a second to think. When was the last time someone had called me by my real name? What even was my real name?  ‘Hold out your hand’ someone said, easily distracting me from my thoughts. Who was that? I was alone, wasn't i? Maybe not. I felt a light pressure on the back of my head, forcing it down. So that my nose met the white powder that had been lazily sprawled across the side of my hand. I took in the sensation of the powder I had felt so many times before. Don't forget to smile Florida, this is as good as it gets. 

[yandere-writer-momo]

Monster F-er Presents: Grimm’s Darling Fairy Tales!

A mix between Brother’s Grim and Disney Movies brings you the magic of sweet dArK adorable, and heartwarming PoSsEsSiVe romance between the Darling Reader and the main character/s of each story! Including magic, dEaTh fantasy, GoRe and finding your true love! yOu BeLoNg To ThEm-

As your being forced against your will to stay and never having the chance to go home-

So stay for awhile! Either lay down in bed or sit in a chair and read each and every story, until it satisfies you to your heart’s content! WhY aRe YoU cRyInG?

You can’t leave, why would you want to leave??? Is there someone who’s making you scared? Who is it?! We’ll KILL them so they’ll never bother you again!! WHERE ARE YOU RUNNING!?!??!!!

ErRoR eRrOr ErRoR

What do you think? I tried to do a spine-chiller type of thing here (I don’t know if it was good or not since this is the first time doing it) with a few ideas on some classic Fairy Tales but with some Rizzy Twists (Or Twists you think would work better)

Sorry if that was creepy or not creepy enough (Did you get some Goosebumps?)

If you’re curios, I can send you the Starring List of Each Baki Character with the star; Darling Reader! (It’s just the Name Titles and ‘Star Actors’ for each Story, along with the simple Plot Line, but with a Twist!)

Example;

Little Darling Hood

Characters: Reader (As ‘Little’ short Darling Hood as the cute little baker, who comes to Jack’s ‘aid’ not realizing her mistake)

Jack (As the Hunter/Lumberjack of the town that lives deep in the woods all alone secretly the infamous Big Bad Werewolf that terrorizes nearby villages by devouring their cattle, livestock and foolish hunters that think they can kill him)

Plot: Jack Hanma is the Hunter and Lumberjack of the small village and falls sick, but his size and stoic demeanor makes everyone too afraid to help him, except for sweet and kind Reader, who decides to go to his cabin to take care of him! (With a basket full of medicine, pastries and the meat and vegetables he gave her as a gift yesterday)

However, Reader doesn’t realize that ‘poor’ Jack isn’t sick, but he’s actually in his Heat Cycle trying to stay away from said cute baker to not scare her (But now that she’s in his cabin, he’s going to devour her whole, and not in the way she thinks)

Jack please be gentle, you wouldn’t want to scare your mate would you? Let her know she’s safe, after all she accepted your proposal! That’s why she came to you with the food you gave her before your cycle started, to show you can provide for her better than anyone else, and she came to CARE for you, like a kind and loving mate should do!

And before you ask, YES Jack will look a cross between Human and Werewolf at the moment (He looks bigger to, but it’s his very soft and fluffy fur that makes him look beefier than he usually looks, which is covering his entire body minus some of his face)

I hope this wasn’t weird (My ADHD is running wild right now and I can’t stop it) Proceeds to stare into the distance with a deranged look realizing how much of a freak I really am I really like your stuff and I’m know for getting to hyper-fixated on things I really like (Your writing is the stuff I like)

Another potential fic to add to my queue.

My WIPs so far

Kizaki x fem!reader x Yandere Hanayama 🌶️

Yeti Sikorsky x Sacrificial Bride reader x Dwarf Gaia

Orc Jack Hanma x princess reader (450 special)

Biscuit Oliva x Sugar baby reader 🌶️

Werewolf Jack x R.R.H reader 🌶️

Collab with @de4thbl4de 💕 (might hold a poll for who we should write about)

[plrod]

Are you ready to enter the Pumpkin Prom? Welcome Heartless Cyrus, a horrifying chiller creepypasta that's going to send a shiver down your spine. Cyrus was a senior in High School with some questionable bullies.

The Pumpkin Prom was where it was sent to end. One corpse. Two corpse. The world crashed down. Who's the victim now?

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Use Code BETAREADER

[lenorethequietbookkeeper]

My pieces for ArtFight this year! I was on the fence of posting these but given this blog is what's linked there it should be Gucci! I love how these turned out I went for a kinda analogue/old VHS tape vibe and while it's kinda mixed in that regard, I still love how these turned out! I think is was my fav ArtFight yet! Go Team Werewolves!

List of characters;

Rotgut (Original OC, @viciouslyfilthy)

Spine Chiller (MLP, @manbehindthemask)

Lilly Pianissimo (Original OC, @/kinoubap on Instagram)

Principality (MLP, @frostcorpsclub)

Shiloh and Jett Blackwell (Original OCs, @/aloisefrench on Instagram)

Spider-Sonata (Into The Spiderverse, @magpie-masterpieces)

Rafflesia (Strawberry Shortcake, @/that_one_dingus on Instagram)

[horror-n-m3tal]

Spine Chillers 1980.