#horror fandom

[marshbevvie]

MERRY CHRISTMASSSS!!

IT’S CHRISTMAS AHHHH! I knew I had to find time to post after my early-morning Christmas party with the Losers; I’m on my way to meet @marihockstetter right now to exchange gifts with her! @stan-the-bird-boy doesn’t celebrate Christmas but he made a point of getting us all stuff anyways— thanks Stan! So glad to spend Christmas with my guardians and @eddiekaspbrak-official @people-call-me-haystack (<3) @richie-trashmouth-tozier @bill--denbrough @mikehanlon76 and everyone elseeeee!

Merry Christmas to you too, Tumblr Losers. And to all a good night!

[thewordslastcowboy]

LET ME COOK ON THIS!!

This is still a WIP by all means but IT ALREADY LOOKS SO PRETTY and I’m so exited to finish this piece!!

Also If anyone can think of objects etc I can add to the table space in the corner or some smart little details PLEASE lmk bc I wanna go all out for this?!

Goes without saying but this artwork is like completely compliant but I’m just being silly and imagining some situation where Dan dies (ofc temporarily) and Herbert is about to bring him back 😈

TRAGIC DANBERT TILL I DIE

[the-irreverend]

I can't bear to imagine what's gonna become of this hellsite when we see what his sexy ass looks like as Count Orlok?

[explicette]

[thelastfinalgirl]

The Blair Witch Project. Directed by Daniel Myrick and Eduardo Sánchez (1999)

[macabrebatz]

O, Christmas Tree

(Art the Clown/Reader)

GIF by junkfoodcinemas

Author’s Note: Me? Writing?? In 2024? Who would’ve ever guessed?

Notes/warnings: Fluff, reader has anxiety about living with Art, set in early December, Christmas fluff but it’s not Christmas yet, canon typical violence is briefly mentioned, gender neutral reader, are they roommates or lovers? that’s up to you

Word count: 1,121

Art had always been a strange individual. But for the past week, his behavior had shifted. He stayed in his workshop and had been adamant about keeping you out. It was a normal occurrence for Art to disappear for hours at a time but locking himself away from you was new. And it was concerning.

It was already a miracle that Art hadn’t killed you the second he met you. It was even more of a miracle that you’ve managed to stay alive and at his side for months now. You were thankful that he seemed to take a fascination towards you but this new behavior made you think that your luck might just be running out.

You made your way out of your home and walked towards the workshop. At one point it was merely a detached garage that you used as a glorified storage unit. But when Art came along you figured you’d let him have the building to work in. You weren’t using it anyway. Now it was his space for making all types of nasty weapons.

“Art?” you called out, knocking on the door of his workshop.

You could hear shuffling in the workshop and then silence. You knocked again, quieter than before.

“I just wanted to check on you,” you said.

There was no response, no shuffling. Nothing.

You sighed, turning away from the door. As you began to walk away there was a tiny creak. You turned to see Art sanding at the door, arms crossed with a blank expression on his painted face.

“Art, are you okay? I feel like these past few weeks you’ve been kind of dis-“

You were abruptly stopped. Art’s finger pressed against your lips as he silently shushed you. His blank expression turned into a smiling grin.

You attempted to speak again, but he pressed his finger a bit harder into your lips.

You took the hint, nodding your head. He took his finger away and then took your hand, leading you back into your living room. He gently pushed you down to the couch and gestured for you to close your eyes, putting his hands up to his own face to demonstrate.

You were hesitant. You weren’t too keen on being surprised by Art, because many of his surprises included the missing limbs of people he had killed. Or purposely scaring you. Although you found yourself caring for the clown, living with him in any capacity often came with daily hazards and the occasional heart palpations.

“Ok,” you said, quietly.

You shut your eyes and felt Art grab your hands and bring them up to your face. Whatever he had in store, he really didn’t want you to see it yet.

You heard him walk away and then you were left with silence. Minutes passed and you were beginning to get worried. You were becoming increasingly anxious and nervous, afraid that this was going to be one of those elaborate moments that he suckers you in just to make you jump out of your skin for his amusement. Or even worse…

No, you didn’t want to think about that. Surely if the clown had intended on killing you he would’ve already done it. Yes, surely that was the case.

Your train of thought was interrupted when you heard the sound of something dragging across the hardwood floor of your home. Your mind went to dark places, assuming the worst.

Art was moving around, you could hear him doing something although you had no clue what.

More time passed and you were starting to get stir crazy. Whatever he was doing, it wasn’t something that was easily prepared. It was taking so long that you had the urge to whine. The temptation to peek was growing stronger by the minute but you knew better than to look.

“Art, what’s going on?”

You could hear what sounded like metal clanking together and something being stacked. Honestly, you weren’t sure.

Your arms were becoming sore from being in the same position for so long. You could only hope that the wait was going to be worth it.

It had been easily thirty minutes into waiting and you heard the sound of Art walking closer to you. You jumped at the sudden feeling of his hands on yours. He was behind the couch you sat on, his chin rested gently on the top of your head. He slowly moved your hands away from your face. You hesitantly opened your eyes and gasped. One of your hands covered your mouth in disbelief.

In the corner of your living room sat a rather tall black Christmas tree. It was wrapped in sparkly white garland and red ornaments were littered across the branches. Soft white lights were stretching around it, twinkling and illuminating the area. All of that waiting was because Art had been decorating the tree. The sound of metal you heard must’ve been him putting the tree in its stand. And the stacking noises? That could probably be explained by the red and black Christmas presents stacked under the tree.

“Oh my gosh,“ you said, standing up from your spot on the couch.

You couldn’t help but want to take a closer look. It was truly a beautiful sight to behold.

“You got a Christmas tree? For me?” you asked.

You turned around and another gasp escaped your lips. Art was dressed head to toe in a Santa Claus costume, white hair and all. You had never seen him in anything else other than his clown suit. If he wasn’t in his black and white suit, he would just be naked.

“Art, I don’t know what to say. This is so…sweet,” you said as you walked over to him.

He waved his hand, pretending to make a bashful gesture. It was almost like he was saying, “Oh, this? It’s not that big of a deal.”

But it was to you. Sure, sometimes it felt like you had to walk on eggshells around him. That just came with the territory of being around a murderous clown. But no one had done anything this sweet for you in a very long time.

“Thank you, Art.”

You kissed his cheek and he smiled with a big, toothy grin.

“I like this, by the way,” you said, running your hand over the trim of his Santa jacket. He wiggled his eyebrows up and down and you giggled.

“By the way, as much as I love this gesture…I sincerely hope there are not any body parts in any of those presents.”

He made another face, almost gleeful.

You could swear you could hear him in your thoughts saying, “You’ll just have to wait to find out.”

[lunatiksart]

Leatherface Throne of bones design. The idea being this is what leatherface maybe fantasizes about, having his own throne in his household.

[eerie-candid]

Hi! Your house of wax fanarts are amazing ❤️ waiting to see more cause I love it 😇

And then Bo beat those guys up. The end

[klovercrown]

Obsessed with the editing in Saw ♥️

[gleafer]

Hi, I’m Gleafer, Nice to meetcher!

I like long walks on the beach, some occasional howling at the moon and making people GUFFAW at my illustrations.

I post here, there and everywhere. Along with a Patreon where I allow things to get a tad…spicy in my art collections.

Smash the follow button if you like and enjoy the view I provide of angst, humor, nonsense and absurdity.

I plan on PUHLENTY of new comics, OC art and fandom love in 2024. So stay tuned!

ciao, my saucy pigeons!

[angsty-art-ist]

long time no post have an ashy slashy for ur troubles

(bloody alt under the cut)

[the-bar-sinister]

"blorbo is so sad and tired!" "they deserve a break!" "take them out of situations!" "coffee shop au!!"

What if I like them best when they're miserable? what if I want the situations to get worse?

[thewordslastcowboy]

I made more re-animator memes because I’m TWEEKING LIKE CRAZY OVER THIS SILLY FRANCHISE… I’ve never had a hyper fixation hyperfixate like this before. Don’t mind how lazy I got with the shading of the first two I was too drained from the last one I deserved a little break 😰😩

ANYWAYS I HOPE U GUYS LOVE THEM!! (Real ones will know that I posted the last one a couple days ago 😈🙏)

+FUNNY FUNNY TIKTOK I POSTED 👹👹

[feyswilde]

this is gonna be a good day.

[explicette]