#my brain is ROTTED with slashers these days

[frenchfrywrites]

So I admit I don't know much about slashers, but I am in LOVE with all your new writing and rebloging of these cute guys!! ESPECIALLY your Michael Myers posts, omg, I just love every single thing you've written for him!

Anyways, I may not know much about the characters (but I would love to learn more about then! Just uh, not see their movies...), but I'm really vibing with the posts about them!!

EHEHE YAY!!!! I'm glad you're enjoying them without knowing about their source material hehe. I think I have a couple of followers that are in the same boat. Though I will say, some of the horror movies aren't so scary (take this with a grain of salt maybe. I'm crazy crazy desensitized)

Michael is by far my fave of the slashers I enjoy (which I feel is obvious lmao). He's like, my ultimate comfort character. Any time I see him there's joy in my heart. He's the silliest scrunkliest kitty boy in the world to me. I could talk Abt him forever.

Also! I'm definitely gonna have a new slasher fic coming out soon teehee 😇

[bred-is-a-dumb-name]

I dont normally post work doodles bc they're aren't always that great and these arent really either but I don't actually hate these and also I just need to share with you all my current obsession w these maniacs

[soupbabe]

Thinking about taking care of Transman! Bo after his top surgery,,,like I know he'd hate not being able to be as active as he'd like, he finds it embarrassing to have his s/o take care of him and see him when he's going through weeks without showering. There's a lot of intimacy that came out of this that Bo never expected. You by his side, helping him do the less than pretty work that came with recovery. Everytime you emptied a drain, changed his bandages, even scratch a part of him that he wasn't allowed to reach, it made Bo feel so warm. So genuinely loved and cared for. He'd do his best to reach out and give you a small kiss on the cheeks, late night walks around Ambrose grew a deeper meaning than just being an exercise that was needed to combat the constant laying about.

I totally take this experience as a way of Bo falling in love w you all over again <33

[heartfullofleeches]

Femboy slasher Yandere and Darling is giving me brain rot SO BADLY RN. Okay so what if yandere is a playboy, luring in his victims using his oh so perfectly hot body. One day, he goes out late at night to a bar and finds Darling hooking up with some guy. He plans on killing the both of them, but loses them in the crowd. When he finds them again, Darling is gutting the fool who thought that they would ever touch scum like him, and yandere can't help but plan their wedding.

(This could kinda go with what I had in mind so I hope you don't mind me merging the two- Mentions of Murder/Death)

Femboy Slasher Yan + Femboy Murder-Streamer Slasher Darling-

"Looking for some fun?~ Two cuties seeking third partner to celebrate their anniversary with. Location and pictures provided after a few questions. See you soon ;)"

" "You're making this way too easy, love. People might get suspicious."

"Whaaat? No way - ugh, this blows. I wish we could go to our usual spot, but there's too much attention around that area after that last guy you picked...."

"He was being too sweet with you - he had to die...."

"All he did was give me a free drink - on my birthday!"

Yan's Darling is so weird. Instead of movies of grabbing a bite to eat, Darling has a different idea of what the perfect date night is. They're lucky they're so damn cute in red-

Derailing from your ask a little, Yan actually never murdered anyone before he met darling. Robbed them blind and maybe left a few in the hospital, but he never killed anyone far as he knew or cared. He used his looks to lure people in and take everything from them once they were under his spell. One day, he catches word of another cute face frequenting bars and other places Yan chose as his place of business. He couldn't have that. Eventually, Yan locates Darling on the same night Darling is luring some drunk guy behind some dumpsters. Yan heads over, hoping to catch some blackmail he could used to get Darling off his turf, but what he saw behind those dumpsters was not what he was especially to see."

"Hey gang~ Oops, looks like someone's finally feeling the effects of the medicine I put in his drink. We'll have to cut this stream a little short tonight."

Yan watches as the person behind the dumpsters slits the man's throat - blood mixing with white foam bubbling from his lips. The person looks almost identical to the boy Yan had seen early, but now he's wearing some weird make. It doesn't take long for darling to notice Yan. Instead of rushing him, Darling reaches into the man's pocket and pulls out his wallet - throwing it at the other male.

"That's what you wanted, right? I've seen you around here before, but I thought you'd be good bait to lead the police off my scent when this guy here was found... Wanna be friends?"

Yan should run. He should scream - yell for help, but the way Darling is so carefree and nonchalant about their crimes..... It's the hottest thing he's ever witnessed.

Darling tells Yan all about their life. Killing people has always been more of a hobby to them, but somehow they found a community of freaks who'd pay hundreds to see a cute boy like them crack someone's skull open. Better than being stuck as at crappy cashier job in their book. Their first manager would have been their first victim had he not passed away in an accident the same week Darling planned to butcher him.

Darling and Yan quickly come to the agreement that if Yan lures people away, Darling will do the deed. Yan develops more of a crush on darling seeing how much pleasure and glee comes from killing for rhem. Yan is approached by someone who's cautious of their new friend and warns Yan about them. Yan kills their acquaintance in a fit of rage after they express their plans on telling the police about Darling. Yan realizes he hasn't been entirely in it for the money and has developed feelings for Darlings. Feelings he'll protect in any way necessary. Darling is so proud of him. They give him their favorite knife as part of his promotion to becoming their partner. The two become a team who passionately kiss in between disemboweling the poor fool who was stupid enough to answer their online ad.

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Yandere! Slasher! Heartslabyul Headcanons

Just a quick ramble hopefully because I saw something by @lustlovehart about serial killer Floyd and Jade and I was like: Jade Leech would make a convincing Hannibal Lector. Then I was like Deuce but Jason Voorhes. Now is the product of my brain rot. Non-Twisted Wonderland setting. Reader is gender neutral unless explicitly stated. Minor characters aged up.

Tw: yandere behavior, medical professional abuse, gore, murder, cannibalism, mentions of murder being recorded, forced cannibalism, verbal abuse, ooc Dylla mentions of some other real nasty shit

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Riddle Rosehearts:

Bros the perfect serial killer I mean he's got it all:

Perfectionist attitude, dedicated to his work, abusive mom. I mean the slasher film practically writes itself.

I'm going with Riddle becoming a doctor like his mother was and being known for being one of the most successful doctors in the city. People are waitlisted trying to visit this "miracle doctor".

By day Riddle is the strict perfectionist who cares deeply for his patients, by night Riddle is meticulously finding and sadistically torturing criminals and "rule breakers" before beheading them. At first, he is seen as a benevolent force for ridding the city of its criminals and scum. However, The Red Queen, as he is called, swings her axe indiscriminately and soon beloved public figures are on the chopping block.

You could meet Riddle a multitude of ways, for this I'll say you are a critically ill patient who is in and out of the hospital. Hearing about the "miracle doctor" lead to you pleading with the red head. Riddle was moved by the "innocence" in your eyes and your desperate tone of voice. You needed him. He agreed and started your treatment.

Riddle grows feelings because of your kind and forgiving nature. You don't hold his strict and commanding behavior against him, only seeing it as him doing his job. Finally, someone worthy of the help of the Red Queen.

The problem came when you came into the office battered and bruised one day. Riddle demanded to know who the perpetrator was, but you kept you lips sealed. Riddle grew angry at your defiance, how dare you defy your queen, your protector. He screams at you, causing you to cry and curl into a helpless ball. Riddle feels guilt at making you feel this way and apologizes before gently encouraging you to tell him who your abuser was.

Riddle felt his rage hit an insurmountable amount when you revealed your abuser was the personal nurse your family hired for you. How dare this insolent peasant lay a finger on your divine form? No matter, Riddle will look through your patient files to find information about this personal nurse. He finds out that this nurse lives with you as a live in nurse, Riddle takes this information in with a sadistic grin.

Time to pay them a visit

You heard a garbled croak as you exited your ensuite bathroom. What could be making such a terrible noise? Cautiously you peeped through the door and crept towards the source of the noise. It was coming from your living room. You pattered over to the living room in bare feet, when a strong odor hit you. Iron. TWACK something slides from the living room to your feet. It was a head, YOUR NURSE'S HEAD! You opened your mouth to scream when a gloved hand silenced you. You stiffened as you hear a familiar voice.

Quiet my patient, you don't want to be framed for murder, do you? They were breaking the rules so I must punish them. The rule being one must never harm the spouse of the Red Queen!

Trey Clover:

Yo can you imagine though?

Your sweet town baker feeding you treats he made with love and your ex-boyfriend's flesh and blood (don't worry you'll only taste it a little). All with loving golden eyes and a knowing smile.

After some time in the big city for college, Trey moved back to his hometown to take over his family bakery. He is immediately accepted by the community at large for his amiable and brotherly aura. In no time at all the bakery becomes popular to people outside of the town as well (particularly cannibals and other shady characters).

People come to the front for sweet treats and are led into the back to become the fresh ingredients. Trey mostly murders people that come from out of town and tourists, people the town folk won't miss. However sometimes he has to make do with the outsiders within the town. Anything to feed his clients and himself.

Let's say that you moved to this small town of Bakersfield (name of town) for a fresh start in life, leaving your toxic family and manipulative ex-boyfriend. You decided leaving the city would allow you to escape your problems (plus there were serial killers loose, you didn't want to be beheaded or killed on tape). You like the idea of being part of a small tight knit community that work as one big family. However, you were disappointed when the community greeted you with a cold shoulder. Already your thought new life was going to be a disaster until you met Trey.

Trey met you when you visited his bakery, he doesn't remember seeing your face around (he wonders what you would taste like). He turns on his customer service smile and greets you kindly. Your glum expression immediately turns into a cheery grin. That's strange he kind of likes making you smile. You order one of his special desserts, which he whips up fresh just for you and your beautiful smile (men have pretty smiles too male readers, if I have any).

You end up coming to the bakery pretty often, not only for the sweets but the charming baker who works the front counter. You're surprised that he's single because you think he's quite handsome and kind. You gotten a tiny crush for the man who serves you pastries with a smile, and gives you back your money claiming your presence is enough. Trey put you in such a good mood that you brought some of the extra sweets for your neighbors and actually started making connections with the town's folk.

Trey saw you becoming more welcome with the townspeople and that left a sour taste in his mouth. He had to bite his lip to the point of bleeding to prevent himself from scowling when you rambled about how nice everyone has been. He was the first person to be nice to you and this is how you treat him? Looks like he'll have to play dirty to get back into your good graces. He may or may not have found the number of your old abusive ex and revealed your location. He knows that its wrong, but he'll make it up to you by being your protector.

Soon enough you'll only depend on him

This man was sick. No person you met could look at you so lovingly while bashing your ex's head in with a crowbar. This psycho killed people and ate them and was forcing you to play a twisted form of house. The chain around your leg reminded you of this fact. Every. Single. Day. "Open up my love, you're losing weight far too much, I can't have you wasting away." You look the devil who called himself your husband in the eyes and glared weakly. "I won't eat anything you make!" Trey laughed callously at your scorn. "It's funny that you think you have a choice." A rough hand grasps your jaw while the other pushes its way inside. You knew better than to bite his fingers, pain was a cruel teacher. The spoon of stew lays in your mouth and the hand holding your jaws puts more pressure on it causing you to whimper.

"If you swallow, you won't have to stay in the cold and lonely basement. Won't that be nice, sweet pea, you'll get to sleep in our nice warm bed. Only if you're a good for me and swallow.

Cater Diamond (longest one by far)

Hoo boy, this dude also is prime slasher material.

We'll keep the backstory of overbearing sisters and constantly moving due to his dad's job. This wore on his psyche harshly and made him more shut off from the rest of his family. Of course, his family only started caring when his grades start to slip. He was diagnosed with depression and ADHD. The medication only helped him get better at faking being happy and carefree all the time. His life allowed for him to become a very good liar and mask emotions very well. When in high school and during his current adult life social media was his one safe place where he could feel happy. Everything was fake and that gave him comfort that others people's lives were probably as miserable as his. He perfected his camera work and putting on a cute face for his audience and became quite a successful instaounce model (haha I made it more American) and influencer. When Cater graduated (barely) he refused to go to college and instead focused on pursuing his dreams of becoming a full-time influencer.

While Cater may seem cute, sociable, and relatable online, he also is jealous, vindictive, and murderous offline. He sees other people who are pretty and popular as a threat to his online presence, and threats must be eradicated. Enter his other pastime on the internet, streaming himself torturing and killing popular people on social media for an eager and sadistic audience. He goes by the username Killer_Diamond 💎💎♦️ and has millions globally bid to see who's suggested method of torture will be expertly carried out by Cater's creepily cheerful persona.

For this we'll say you're the cute new barista at an aesthetically pleasing cafe Cater frequents for coffee pics. You greet Cater with the same positive energy he exudes. He orders a very complicated coffee, and you create the coffee right the first time. No one in all the time he's been here has gotten his order to his high standards. Why are you so special? It almost makes him frown how flawlessly you completed his order, but your genuine smile makes the sides of his fake grin wobble. How could you so openly and freely be happy?

Let's say that you were adventurous and decided to peruse the dark web for some spooky content to sate your curiosity. When you stumble into a red room by accident. What you saw horrified you a person who you recognize as some model your friend gushes about being hot was being tortured as the live chat was filled with other horrific suggestions as what else to do to her. You felt bile come into your mouth as you saw the person in a bunny mask rip the model's eye out, causing her to scream loudly. The bunny mask turns back to the camera and chirps "Ooh a new person tuned in, say hello to them." You slam your laptop shut and lay awake in bed all night.

Cater felt like he had a new pep in his step, humming to himself a popular song he made his way to the cafe. Murdering always cleared his head and helped him destress, much more affordable than therapy. He greets you with a genuine zeal to see you, poor thing with large eyebags and a shell-shocked expression. He didn't like seeing you so disturbed. He asked you what was wrong, only for you to fake a cheery expression and ask him for his order. Cater knew you didn't trust him, so he'd have to befriend you if he wanted you to speak. Perhaps even kill the person who made you so upset.

Wait kill? Why did he care what happened to the person who upset you?

Cater offers you to sit and have a coffee with him, you try to explain that you're still on shift but Cater doesn't hear it and sits down beside you. Cater knows how to keep a conversation going and knows just the right things to say to make you more trusting of his intentions. He's a bit irritated that you still won't tell him why you're upset, but no worries he'll get you to open up.

You were losing sleep over the murder you saw take place. It had been weeks ago, but you still could see that eye on the tip of that knife. Should you call the police? No, the murderer might be able to trace it back to you. What on Earth are you going to do? Your phone pings notifying you that Cater or Cay-Cay as he prefers you to call him was messaging you.

Hey babe<3

Found this cute little hole in the wall sushi place, thought it'd be good for you to come and eat some food with Cay-Cay😘💕

Well, you'd always have Cater.

On my way Cay!

Cater has never felt love before. His family meant nothing to him, and he would never reach out to a fan in distress. However, you were perfect, so sweet and friendly. He felt like he could hide his murder stream from you and just pretend to be your normal loving boyfriend. He felt a blush come to his face at the thought of you being officially his partner. You'd take so many cute couple photos! However, you were too cute for your own good, attracting boys, girls, and others by being your sweet little self. It's not fair that you're so charming that other people want you! THIS WILL NOT STAND! Cater ramps up the murders and even ignores his chat pleading for him to drag them out longer. He just needs you to see that he's your perfect match, even if he must kill the ones, you love and isolate you.

No matter what happens Cater will have a place in your heart. Even if he gets that place by killing.

You were terrified, one night of drinking away your sorrows and now you woke up to total darkness. You tried to feel you way out, but your hands were bound behind your back. Oh god you've been kidnapped! You were going to die! A blinding light turns on revealing a luxurious room with red walls. Oh, seven this was the red room you saw! The person with the rabbit mask walks to the camera which was pointed at you. "Hello again my lovely viewers today I have a very special guest, my lovely!" You shake as tears fill your eyes; you try to scream but the tape covering your mouth prevents you. "Ah, ah, dear, wait till we get home to let out those pretty screams. My audience is not allowed to hear them." Another spotlight lands on a terrified friend of yours who you remember vanished a few days ago. They looked to be in rough shape. The rabbit figure bounced on their heels and walks very close to you with his back to the camera. "Before we start, I'd like to give my co-star a quick kiss for good luck. The figure takes the mask off and you gasp at the familiar face of you friend Cater.

"I know it's not the real thing, but I'll kiss you right on the tape. Oh, don't cry darling you'll have all of Cay-Cay later tonight. For now, we have an audience to entertain!

Deuce Spade:

Bro's literally just Jason Vorhees and Bubba Sawyer I mean come on, a puppy dog like killer who listens to the dead voice of his mother and you only.

Let's say Deuce was raised alone with his mother in the woods, his mother only leaving him to go gather supplies in the town. His mother had to raise him on her own and instilled in him a fear and hatred towards outsiders. Due to his mother raising him by herself and him never attending school, he isn't very educated and had delayed speech. His mother died when he was ten making him officially go crazy and hallucinate his mom still being with him. He's a hermit who lives off the woods and kills anyone who steps foot on his property.

You were a case worker who found a case of a woman who "abandoned" her child in the woods. Weird it's been swept under the rug for twelve or so years. Well, you weren't one to heed the warning of other case workers who begged you not to go. You weren't going to let some child continue to be neglected.

Deuce was going through the motions of his routine. Waking up, dressing, putting on his mask, kill something for breakfast, cook it, and he was currently repairing the small cabin. His mother had gone silent for some time, and it was worrying Deuce. Did his mother abandon him? A loud noise shakes Deuce out of his thoughts, as a terrifying metal monster approaches the house. Mother what do I do?

You drive your car through the woods towards the address on the file. Weird there's no official road up to the house nor any signs signifying that you are going in the right direction. Suddenly an item came hurtling towards your wind shield causing you to scream in terror. Holy shit is that an axe?! You hear a figure thunder up towards you and you scream in terror. A lanky blue haired man with a hockey mask covered in blood grabs the axe from the windshield and raises it above your head. You are prepared to ram the car into his body until he freezes.

Deuce what are you doing? A familiar feminine voice reproaches in his ear. His mother didn't want him to kill the trespasser? Mother I'm getting rid of the trespasser, like you've taught me. A ghostlike pinch formed on his cheek. Why would you try and kill your spouse that I handpicked just for you? After I put all that effort in Deucy you're still so ungrateful! Deuce grunts as he puts a hand up to his masked cheek. No mother I am grateful...they're actually quite attractive. Then stop wasting time and grab them before they drive away!

You scream as a hand breaks through your window and tries to pull you out of your car. You frantically swat at the hand that pulls you out of the driver's seat and places you over his shoulder. You kick and scream as he walks back to the cabin with you in tow, it was insulting how easy he managed to pick you up (Deuce is super strong in this, so fat readers you weigh nothing to him). You didn't want to die before finding the kid. "Hey, let me go, I need to find this kid named Deuce Spade!" The hulking figure freezes.

You are now being held off the ground and, in his arms, (if you're tall your feet are dragging) looking you dead in the eye. You try to maintain calm but who the hell would maintain calm when this muscular hermit is mouth breathing directly on you. The figure takes his mask off to reveal a handsome yet scared face of a man with blue hair, that looked a little too familiar. "Mother was right, you really are made for me." You open your mouth to protest when a pair of rough lips make contact with yours. You pound his firm chest with your fist, to no avail. The man pulls back to look at you with lovesick eyes and a heavily flushed face. "I'm Deuce Spade and mother said you are mine. How wonderful it is to have someone else in the family now!" Oh, geez what have you gotten yourself into.

Ace Trappola:

I heavily dislike Ace, like he rubbed me off the wrong way when we first met him in the game. I know everyone is supposed to be a villain but for someone who's one of our best friends he likes to insult us a little too much (more than the actual ex-bully). I'll try to do my best besides the biased (there are others who I didn't like on first meeting but grew to like).

Ace Trappola and you are childhood friends to your families. To you he's been a monster hell bent on torturing you till the day you die. He'll play the sweet golden boy next door to your parents, asking politely if you're home. Your parents sacrifice you to the demon in front of you to "play". They always blame you for the scratches and bruises you have after the "play date". He always gives you the same sadistic grin when others aren't watching.

Ace is a messed-up boy who wants to make you scared of him. He thinks it's funny when you cry in pain as he tugs your hair or punches you in the face. You're so much weaker than him and that gives him a high like no other. When puberty hit however, you grew much taller and stronger than Ace and wouldn't be pushed around anymore. When he brought a knife to school to scare you, you beat him to a bloody pulp. Something changed in him when you stood over him, once docile eyes filled with rage. It was kinda hot not gonna lie.

Ace goes from the bully to a psycho who stalks you constantly. You must have hit him too hard because instead of wanting to hurt you, he's hurting others who try and be around you. You think he's disgusting every time he groans when you hit him to get him to stop following you. Ace gets taken away to a psyche ward after the Senior Prom massacre. Let's say he didn't take to kindly to you asking someone out to the prom who wasn't him and killed almost every senior in your class including your date. You were the one who knocked him out for the cops to take away. His and your parents were distraught as they never thought an angel like Ace could do something so terrible. You were just glad you'd never have to see him again.

You moved on with your life and worked your way through college getting a degree in your dream field and meeting someone nice. Unfortunately, nothing goes your way as news broke out that an escaped mental patient had fled after a transfer to the mental institution in the town you were in. Ace knew where you planned on going to college and meticulously planned a way to get there so you can be reunited.

You were having a quiet night in, house sitting for a relative who lived nearby. You had ordered some pizza and put on some horror movies. You were watching Hallow's Eve (spoof on Halloween) when the doorbell rang. Must be the pizza guy. To your horror a familiar red head was at the front door in a blue mechanic suit holding a kitchen knife and was drenched in blood. "Hiya (Y/N) hope ya didn't miss yer boyfriend too bad? Cause I missed you a lot. You promptly slamed the door in his face. You don't have time for this.

Mwah different horror tropes hope you liked it. Now that I think about it, Ruggie and Leona or Ace and Deuce would make a pretty good Billy and Stu. Love ya bye!

[merakiui]

meraaa this will be my last ask for the year so i hope you receive this!! and before i proceed, happy new year mera 🫶✨💖 thank you for making 2024 such an exciting year with your writings 💕 i look forward to more of your content this upcoming 2025 ☺️🫶 english isn’t my first language so i apologize for some mistakes 😖

i remember your slasher!floyd content and its still giving me brainrot every now and then because its such an amazing concept!! the idea of floyd being a popular jock who is oh-so perfect and good at everything!! smart, can cook, perceptive and intelligent, is good at sports, not to mention he’s handsome, tall and has good skin too! and he comes from a well-to do family with no financial issues, and his future is set since he and his might inherit the “not so illegal” business his family owns one day, so the plot twist of him, the jock, being the slasher is sooooooo delicious

because sure he has everything and he can get everything he wants! but there’s a catch: he has feelings for unpopular loser!reader, and because of a misunderstanding, he thinks reader won’t return his feelings and then some stuff happens in-between and he just…loses it? like his mood swings just goes up to 11 and next thing that happens, he starts killing in brutal ways possible

i think there was an ask with similar concept before iirc so please forgive me for bringing this up again 😖 i just really really like it and i want to hear more of your thoughts about it!!

once again, thank you for your writings mera and have a good happy new year!!! 🎉

- ☕️ anon

HIII, ☕️ anon!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU~ 🎉 thank you for such sweet words!! I look forward to writing lots and sharing plenty of brain rot in 2025!!!!! >w<

Slasher Floyd,,, I love the idea of popular jock who ends up being the killer. Such a charming guy who has committed such heinous crimes all for your sake. A bloodstained jock who cradles your face in his hands and is so sweet and soft but also still reeling from the adrenaline of having gotten rid of the final small fry who caused you trouble. :)

Everyone who thinks Floyd is too dumb or sport-oriented to pull off all of these kills. Floyd who is very intelligent, in fact, and it’s the reason he’s able to kill so many people and continuously get away with it. >:) aaaaaa slasher Floyb!!! <3

[diejager]

are there any aus from other creators u like? or ones u want to write about? or do u want suggestions to check some out? cus their are loads of cools ones

Oh, absolutely!

The first that comes to mind - for the AUs I’d want to write - is @sunshine-and-moonshine Alpha!141 x Delta!reader, it has so much potential and it’s really good despite it being short ideas.

There’s also @ohbo-ohno and @ceilidho’s works on Ghoap x reader, the whole puppy play and obsession is just so delicious! I, personally, don’t think I’d be able to write the same dynamic as well as them, but I love reading about it.

As you probably know, @konigsblog, or Orla, has salivating AUs and ideas that you should absolutely check if you haven’t, especially her König and Soap stuff, it’s so amazingly filthy. I am a slut for it.

You have @sweet-as-an-angel for the DARK CONTENT like Zombie!141 or Yandere fics (there’s a lot to read and you could spend your whole day on the blog) and @tacticalanklebiter3000 simply for how crazy and funny her stories are, I would definitely recommend her thoughts and quick drabbles about hybrid or werewolf AU.

@cobwebs-in-autumn has a lot of prompts that they haven’t expanded on - as in long ass stories - but are worth the read. I even got their permission to write on one of their prompt! (Stalker!reader x Soap is lingering on my mind and won’t leave)

@gremlingottoosilly has a lot of juicy stuff, especially her Monster!König or Your Ride Will be Here Shortly, it’s a poly!141 x fem!reader.

Ah, sweet, sweet @auspicioustidings has a lot of hidden works(check her AO3, that’s where you find her hidden treasures, I’m looking at you Mhairi👀) with Ghoap x reader or them separately.

@halcyone-of-the-sea writes long stories, but they’re worth the time, varying between 3k to 15k, she recently reached 8k followers so she has an event open that I’m excited to read! I, however, am in love with Ravishing Allure, a Nikto x fem!reader soulmate AU.

If you want some good Angst, I’d recommend @peachesofteal, especially Dead Disco, a beautiful piece of Angst with enough of Fluff to make sure your heart doesn’t shatter.

@ghouljams writes a lot of AUs, like, a lot, and they’re all increasingly written and explored. Some might be short and others medium length, but they are really good.

And on the topic of drabbles and short pieces, there’s @frogchiro and her AUs, her hybrids, God of War!Ghost, or her Colonel König.

@charliemwrites is someone I recently followed and she gave me some intense brain rot with her Woof woof Johnny, Charmed Slasher GHost, childhood friend Simon and Rabid reader.

Finally there’s @placeinthemiddleofnowhere’s Reign Down on Me, it’s a handler!Ghost x wolf hybrid!reader. You should go check her out on tumblr or AO3, I enjoyed reading it.

These are all that I have on the top of my mind at the moment, there are a lot more talented writers that I haven’t named or found, but here are my subjections! I’m open to other stuff, if you have other suggestions, the more the merrier in writing, no?

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Hello, this is Nk. I figured instead of keeping all the things I thought up in my head I'd just let my brain rot take over and start producing content that maybe others would enjoy to. I know some of my content may not be too quality and some may not enjoy the stuff I produce but if I can at least make one other person experience the same level of happy squealing and absolute joy that I get from my content then I think I've won in life.

Happy to do requests, produce brain rot content, and brighten a few days. Hopefully this master list makes it easier for others to find and enjoy my content.

How to make digital art on a budget

This page contains links to all the content I produce on this blog in an easy to access format. This page is updated frequently. I produce Fanfics, head cannons, fan art, OC art, lore pages and requests when asked.

Lost Boys, Slasher Co, Asks/ Requests, X slasher fanfics

{~~~~~Lost Boys~~~~~}

( Lost Boys Fandom Sound Off List )

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{~~~~~~~~Nk Original art~~~~~~~}

Pac-Man stripper legs. Amber Marie Sinclair

Skull girls valentine tattoo

Eternal of Change Monster Can Cyber girl Cosplay

{~~~~~~~~Lost Boys Art~~~~~~~~}

Paul Art

Marko Art

Modern Au comic featuring oc

Imagine comic Marko x David

Day walker Star

Poly Pack 420

Lost Boys Marko Pinup Poster Sfw

Spicy Marko Pinup poster

{---- Beasts of Santa Carla Characters ---}

Protagonist Yutaj

Lamia

Veve

Volk

Calypso

Puck

Zeze

{----Beasts of Santa Carla Chapter Scenes---}

Chapter 2 Scene David and Dwayne

Chapter 2 Scene Cat fight Laddie/Paul/Marko

Chapter 3 Scene Paul and Marko

Chapter 3 Scene Beast of blood and bone

Chapter 4 Scene Board

Chapter 4 Scene David/Dwayne in boys gone wild

Chapter 5 Scene Board

{---Beasts of Santa Carla stuff I wanted to draw---}

Chapter 5 protagonist date outfit

Chapter 5 Paul and Marko date outfit

Chapter 5 gay panic. 100 Demon Parade

Chapter 5 romantic chicken. Female Rage

Succubi David. Happy Marko and Protag

Gay panic Star. Witch of Space Star

Past Life David. Protag Battle Style

Clarabella Teen. Damien Infant

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{---- Beasts of Santa Carla Story ---}

(Beasts of Santa Carla is a AU of the Lost Boys. It involves adult themes, poly relationships, and is definitely not made for the underaged. If you don't like poly content, queer representation, shipping of the boys together or heavy sexual themes and violence. This story is not meant for you and that's okay. This story is made solely for my own enjoyment and anyone else who's along for the ride. )

Beasts of Santa Carla lore dump 1

Beasts of Santa Carla warning and bts

Beasts of Santa Carla Prologue

( Chapter 1 )

( Chapter 2 )

( Chapter 3 ) This contains light mentioning of nsfw

( Chapter 4 ) This contains heavy Nsfw

( Chapter 5 )

{----------Poly Pack--------------------------}

( Chapter 6 )

( Chapter 7 ) This contains violence and nsfw jokes

Poly Pack Careers

Poly Pack NSFW head canon

Modern Au

Sweet Rainfall

Stranger Things (reader) x Lost boys

{~~~~~SlasherCo~~~~}

Introduction. Stu Macher Ghostface

Lore Page : Retainers

Office Shitter. Dominic Craven Capture Fic

Arts offenses

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{~~~~ Fanfic/Imagines~~~}

Sinclair Daughter x Thomas Hewitt

Billy and Stu the Lost Boys

Sweet Heat Sinclair daughter x Thomas Hewitt

{~~~~~~Ask Nk~~~~~~~~~~}

( Nice ask 1) (Nice ask 2)

Wedding Arc : ( Beginning ) ( Wedding Planner )

( Maid of Honor )

More content is definitely baking in the oven just you wait.

[frenziedslashers]

Hi! I’ve requested from you a few times now but I was wondering if I can get HCs for the slashers (especially billy and stu, and Charles Lee Ray) with an afab! S/o who can fight?

Thanks for bringing all of our ideas to life I hope you’re having a lovely day! <3

Slashers with an S/O that can fight:

A/N: Hey! Glad to have you back in my ask box anon! That means a lot haha. Sorry that I have been slacking' on the slasher's asks. I fell into a rabbit hole of other fandoms and the brain rot is real 😩 I will try and write something for the big bloody blorbos here or there for you guys though 🫶

Characters Included: Thomas Hewitt, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Charles Lee Ray, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, and Lester Sinclair

Warnings: Mentions of fighting, that's about it

Thomas Hewitt:

He likes that you can fight, but he would prefer that you stay out of trouble. Thomas wants nothing more than for you to stay safe. Even if you get the smallest of bruise or scratch from someone he's worrying over you - after taking care of whoever hurt you. They aren't getting away with that.

He does like that you can fight and handle yourself, though. It reassures him that if something does happen then you can handle yourself. That you'll be safe and he won't lose you.

He might even let you help him with some of the victims - maybe.

Billy Loomis:

He loves that you can fight and handle yourself. He thinks it's super attractive and likes putting you in situations where you have to fight against someone. He's always standing close to take care of the situation f you get knocked down, though.

He's worrying over you if you get hurt, but he doesn't show it as much as someone like Stu or Thomas might. He's more quiet about it and just checks over if you got hurt during a fight.

Stu Macher:

He's a mix of Billy and Thomas. He finds it INSANELY hot that you can fight. He's telling you that any chance he can too. He loves that you can protect yourself, but he would prefer it if you didn't fight. He likes knowing that you are safe and not put in predicaments where you could get hurt.

He's super protective over you if you do happen to fight and get hurt. He's making said person wish they never interacted with you. He's taking care of you first. Muttering soft nothings while patching you up. Telling you how much he cares about you and how he hopes you won't do something like that again. He winds up smiling and cracking a joke, though. "Next time at least invite me. I just know the other guy looked way worse."

Charles Lee Ray:

He's horny lmao

He finds it super hot that you can fight for yourself. Don't get him wrong, he loves himself a damsel in distress, but someone who can hold their ground? God, he thinks that's the hottest thing ever. He loves that you can fight, he loves watching you fight, too.

He's protecting you the moment you get hurt, though. All he sees is red when he hears you scream out in pain. No one's allowed to hurt his doll.

Vincent Sinclair:

He likes that you can fight, but he's indifferent about it. He thinks it's a good thing, and it reassures him that you can protect yourself, but he would rather you be in a safe space rather than fighting the visitors with him and Bo.

If you do end up fighting with them he's worrying over you the whole time. You're a distraction for him. It's not that he's interested in you fighting, he's interested in making sure that you're okay. If he even thinks that you're losing to your opponent he's stepping in to save the day.

Bo Sinclair:

He thinks it's super hot. He likes a partner that can fight and hold their ground. It makes him feel better about using you in town to make the tourists think the town is normal. He feels safer knowing that you can fight when you wander the streets or help him in the shop and pose as his lovely spouse - even if you both are just dating.

He is like his brothers, though. He would rather that you didn't have to fight. If you are both fighting with people then he's side eyeing you the whole time. It's a distraction since he's making sure you're okay constantly. He's quick to help you and get you out of dangers way. Even if you claim you had the situation handled. He couldn't bare to lose you.

Lester Sinclair:

He thinks it's super cool! He's not like his brothers with the situation, he has his own opinions. In fact, he's asking you to teach him how to fight.

He knows how to use a knife and a gun, but not to properly fight with his fists. So he would love if you could teach him some techniques and give him some tips! He'd teach you how to throw knives and fight with a knife as well :) Or shoot a gun if you don't know how and want to learn.

He does relate to them in the fact that he wants nothing more than for you to be safe. If anything happened to you he would never forgive himself. He is glancing over and making sure that you are okay any chance that he has while you are both stuck in a fighting situation. He's helping you the moment he can, too.

[lokischocolatefountain]

Mercy

My entry for the Haunted Hoedown created by @inklore and @psychedelic-ink. Day 7- stranded au or slasher / summer camp au + sex in the woods or somewhere public (added bonus if it includes knife, blood, hunter x prey kink)

Fandom: The Last of Us (HBO)

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Rating: 18+ (Major character death, stranded in the woods, post apocalyptic life, non con, mentions of previous experiences of non con, suicidal reader)

Summary: Stranded alone in the woods and left to die, all you can ask of Joel Miller is the mercy of a quick death. He is willing to give it to you, but he needs something for himself as well.

A/N: It’s another Joel Miller weekend here at lokischocolatefountain. I have a husband!Javi locked and loaded, ready to go. But Joel demand my attention once again for the haunted hoedown. So Javi has to wait another week.

You were safe.

Well, safe from the men who had captured you. But other dangers awaited. If you were lucky, it would just be starvation, an encounter with a wild animal or a fucking heart attack. But you didn’t think your good luck would stretch that far. You were already that the raiders who killed and raided the belongings of the men who captured you did not seem interested in you. It was a goddamn miracle.

Ropes bound your arms behind your back and your legs to each other. Either the ropes were tied too tight or you had become weaker over the past ten days of captivity. They didn’t have much food to spare you. Only the small pieces of rotting meat that they fed to you on the condition that you suck their cocks.

It wasn’t as though you had a choice when tied up the way you were. There were other women held captive with you- younger, prettier, less willing to comply and more appealing to the men as they liked a challenge. You were one of the older models, beaten ragged by life both before and after the world fell apart. For them, a woman was a woman. No matter how broken you were, there was always more to break. No matter your age or how fucking crazy you’d gone from survival, you had a pair of tits and three holes. For most men, it was more than they could dream of. For you, separated from your group and all alone, it was the only thing you could barter.

Now there was no need for any of it. You would decay on the ground along with the fallen leaves and the blood you’d spilled when the men cut through your clothes. The last of the women after another one decayed just a couple feet away from you. Yours was a fate better than the girls who were taken away by the raiders. Experience had taught you that. The last time you’d been in the hands of such a group, you were younger. They used you to their heart’s content and then sold you to a man for a good price- a whole goat, a bag of rice, a record player and a couple of vinyls, and a leather jacket. Pretty good stuff. If you had to valuate yourself now, you’d probably go for a small fraction of that- maybe just the leather jacket.

You would no longer go for the same price. You no longer had the strength to kill the man who purchased you like you were just a thing.

You swallowed, your throat aching for water. But all you got was the piercing pain of a hundred jagged pebbles scratching your throat. One of the factoids from an old encyclopedia popped up in your head: It takes x days for dehydration to cause death. Unfortunately, your brain hadn’t thought to pay more attention to the number, leaving you with no information.

What you knew was that it took one day of dehydration to wish for death.

Daylight withered away and darkness descended in the woods, matching the darkness of your thoughts. In the pitch black night with no stars or even a sliver of the moon, whether your eyes were open or closed did not matter. In the times before, it was advised for women to return home before nightfall. As though danger only lurked in darkness. As though men did not behave atrociously in broad daylight. Shaking on the ground from the cold, dehydrated, near death, your biggest fear was still man.

It was why the snapping of twigs and crunching of leaves under a heavy footfall struck more fear in you than the sight of the infected ever did. Man.

Measured. Careful. Not infected. Man.

He could just be passing by.

It could’ve been delusions inspired by dehydration and starvation, but the footsteps sounded just a little louder as the seconds passed. He was getting closer.

Joel Miller didn’t know, but your body already played to his beat, your heartbeats responding to the sound of his footsteps. Pills from Atlanta passed on to him from his contact rested in his backpack, the currency with the highest value in the QZ. His hand itched to take one pill for himself. Just one. The nightmares of losing his child flashed before his eyes even before he could succumb to the weariness of the journey and sleep. A pill would help.

Don’t get high on your own supply.

He needed to be at his best state of mind since he was traveling alone now, his companion having been taken out by a clicker on their journey. But God was it tempting.

Darkness enveloped the woods. The moon and stars had abandoned Earth for the night, afraid that if they shone their light on the land, they’d see its haunting wreckage. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, but it still played tricks on him. For a second, he believed he might have seen a figure move on the ground.

Leaves rustled and crunched beneath his feet. His hands immediate grabbed the gun he had at the ready, the muzzle pointed to the ground. It hit something— someone, he realized when it gasped.

“Please,” your low, shaky voice begged. “Please shoot me.”

He would’ve thought he misheard. Who’d ask to be shot when threatened with a gun? But such was the world in which they’d lived. Death was sometimes more desirable than whatever horrors life had to offer. Joel had survived, somehow. Violence and the sheer human instinct for self preservation kept him around until now, even a decade and a half after the collapse of society.

He brought a lighter close to the ground and lit it, the little golden flame illuminating your bloodied and bruised. He noticed that your arms were bound behind your back and legs tied together at your ankles.

Joel understood you didn’t have long. A day maybe. Longer if you were fed and hydrated. He himself was not interested in charity. If someone else happened by you and you were able to convince them to toss you a piece of bread… But you didn’t want charity. You asked for his bullet, not sustenance.

Bullets didn’t grow on trees.

“Good news. You’ll be dead by daybreak.”

“Please,” you whimpered in a low gravelly voice, mustering up all your energy to beg for this small act of mercy.

You hadn’t asked for his precious rations or water. Only that he finish you off with the weapon he pointed at you. He dropped his belongings somewhere in the vicinity, not bothering to dignify your request with a response.

Joel lied down on the ground in the vicinity in a sleeping bag, his pack serving as a pillow. Sleep did not come easy. He merely rested his eyes, his sense attuned to his surroundings even when he was meant to rest.

When the sun rose, he rolled his sleeping bag and set it inside a hollow tree before heading to the pond nearby. He returned, having washed up, ready to resume his journey back to the QZ. Curious about you, he went to the site where you were last night.

“Please,” you begged once again. “Before you leave. Please.”

He nudged you with his boot, your weakening body rolling to the side and giving him a good view. One bullet. But what a waste of a good body. He could help you in return for something for himself. There was a brothel in the QZ, of course. The oldest profession carried on right under FEDRA’s nose. They pretended to not notice. Sometimes, they’d conduct a raid and arrest some women under the guise of maintaining the law. An excuse for the FEDRA guys to have the women for themselves for the night.

Joel did not indulge in such services. He didn’t see the point in spending precious ration cards just to get off. His spit and left hand were enough for him to get by. But you were free of cost.

“Since you asked so nicely…” he drawled, withdrawing his knife from its holster. He sliced through the ropes that bound your ankles together. You didn’t know his intentions though you’d come to expect it from men over the years. If he wanted to take advantage, he surely would’ve gone ahead with it last night. Sure, Joel hadn’t intended it at first. But now that you were available…

Reliable contraception had died with the world. Too risk averse in this specific matter, he’s contented himself with the rare blowjob. Pussy was a delicacy he hadn’t had in a while. You didn’t protest as he tore your pants off of you, finding skin beneath.

“Be good and I might just kill you in the end, darlin’…” he promised and you spread your legs, cooperating, being good so he would consider it. You didn’t know when the next person would pass by this place. Even if someone did before you could die a slow death, there was no assurance that they’d kill you rather than prolong your miserable existence.

“Wha’s your name?”

“Joel.”

Joel. Joel brought a damp cloth to your face, wiping the blood and dirt off you. It was…strange. It felt as though you were being taken care of. It wasn’t the case of course. But it felt good to believe he was taking care of you. It was the first bit of humanity you’d experienced in a very long time.

The blade slipped under your half torn t-shirt, cutting up the fabric that had done a poor job so far of giving you any dignity. His large hand roamed your now naked torso. Calluses caught on your somehow soft skin. The sensation was the first pleasant thing you’d felt in a long time. You attempted unconsciously to lean into his touch, but your weakness kept you glued to the ground. Even the cold blade of his knife felt good. You’d gone mad, surely. This was definitely a stage of delusion caused by your dehydration and starvation.

He cupped your cheek and leaned down, capturing your lips with his. It was as though you’d forgotten to kiss. The men who took interest in you were less concerned with making use of your lips for a kiss. If Joel had put his cock between them, you would’ve known better what to do. It seemed he’d also forgotten. He wasn’t kissing you. He bit and sucked and devoured.

Your hands were still tied behind you. They dug into your back. But it didn’t hurt as much as Joel’s hand supping your tits. Even the animals who last had you under their control were gentler than this. But you weren’t too offended. It hurt. But there would be sweet death at the end of all this pain. So you embraced it fully, letting out nothing but a little whimper as a sign that you were at all affected by his touch.

Even in your state of near death, you could tell that he was a handsome man. Grey interspersed black curls on his head. Patchy beard hid rugged, sun damaged skin. His aquiline nose would’ve inspired sinful thoughts in you had you been further away from death. In a normal world, he would’ve been getting a drink at a bar and you would’ve noticed him.

Joel spit on his hand and rubbed it around on your dry cunt. With his thumb and forefinger, he parted your cunt lips before inserting his middle finger. Inch by painful inch, he penetrated your unwilling body that was attached to a very willing mind. There was no water left to be spared to wetten your cunt for the man.

“C-cut me,” you suggested, desiring the penetration to be smoother. If this was the last time you got to be fucked, it wouldn’t hurt to hurt a little to enjoy the last few minutes on the mortal plane. “Bl-blood.”

He seemed to understand your weak implication. You hissed as the sharp edge of his knife cut through the top layers of your skin. Red blood oozed out and he swept his hand over it, collecting the blood and smearing it over your cunt. He slipped a finger inside you, lubricating your hole with your own blood.

He knelt over you, his knees on either side of your body. Then he unzipped his jeans, the teeth of the zipper making a scratching metal sound. He was a good length, girth and veiny. He stroked himself as he stared at your bloodied hole.

Fucking a dying woman using her own blood as lube. Of all the messed up things he had done, this was easily on the top ten. Not that he maintained an actual list. Despite her decrepit state, she looked welcoming with her legs spread out and eyes on his cock. He bent your legs at your knees, your body pliant in its weakness. You were a thing of rare beauty in his journey. Nature had reclaimed its place, growing between abandoned cars and splitting into giant overpasses. This, you, were another part of nature to him.

Woman, all beautiful in your vulnerability, laid out to be claimed.

He guided his cock between your legs and forced himself in. Red lube you’d given up for him to use on you coated his cock, reminding him of the violence of his desire. He twitched inside you as he pushed in, a perverse sort of excitement stimulating him.

He brought the knife up to your neck and rested the blunt edge against your throat. You gulped. Your eyes widened. Your breaths quickened. Your cunt clenched around his cock and Oh God how divine you felt this way.

You’d asked for death, practically begged for it. But fear was not something you could prevent. Your wretched mortal body was programmed with the foolishness of wanting to stay alive.

“Been so long,” he muttered when he bottomed out inside you. Though you’d had many men inside you, it’d been long since any stretched you out so good. You took a deep breath and wished you had your hands free. You were overcome by a sudden urge to touch him. To run you hands down his sturdy arms and solid chest. It’d been so long since you wished.

“Good?” You asked, squeezing his cock. He smiled and bent forward to kiss you. Your lips, your chin, along your jaw. It was tender. Too tender for sex in the woods with your clothes torn off and your thigh bleeding into the soil.

He began to move, pulling out just a little before pushing back in. He savored it. After all, this could be his last chance at a cunt for a very long time. He grabbed on to your tits to use as handles, making you squeeze around him. Your lips let out a painful little whine, but he didn’t feel guilty. What bad did a little more pain do? You were going to die anyway. If you weren’t making use of your tits and cunt, at least he could enjoy them.

“So good…” he praised and you responded in kind, thrusting back weakly. “Yeah? You like that, cunt?” He asked, using the crude word in place of your name. He didn’t even know your name. But Cunt was appropriate for the purpose you served. You nodded. “I really struck gold in the fucking woods of all places, huh.”

“Good cunt,” he praised, the words shooting straight into said body part.

“Feelin’ good?”

You nodded, unable to say much else under the assault of the sensations. You didn’t have to for he claimed your lips once again in a kiss. He was better this time and so were you. Your lips stayed connected with his just like your pussy with his cock, devouring each other in desperation for a taste of something good in all the wretchedness.

Joel’s cock drilled into you. Merciless, fast, painful. All you knew before was hunger and suffering. With him, it had all disappeared. It was just Joel now. He consumed you, turning you from a discarded body passed from one raider to the other to Good Cunt. You liked the sound of those words on his lips.

“Just like that, Cunt,” he hissed as you milked his cock, your thighs cramping as your muscles contracted. Something pulled somewhere and you screamed in pain and your cunt tightened for him. Warm cum spilled inside you, the sensation a distracting relief in the midst of the pain.

Tears slipped down the sides of your face, cooling your skin.

“Did well. Did so well, Cunt,” he praised as he tucked himself back inside. He hadn’t felt so good in forever. Such a relief. Such an unburdening of stress and anxiety over his smuggling and its chances of success. He zipped himself up and bent over to retrieve his weapons.

“How do you want to go?” He asked, weighing the gun in one hand and knife in another as he looked down at your debauched body.

You made your choice, thanked him for his mercy and closed your eyes.

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My Masterlist

[spoopieere]

Very long rant

Just expressing my love for these slashers dw

I think none of you understand how bat shit crazy I am about Asa/Arkin and Preston/Jesse. Because- look, I’ve been all over them since 2020 okay? And for the past 3.5 years, I think about them daily. I think about them during meals, while I’m studying, in class, folding laundry- I CRY OVER THEM FFS. Istg I’ve been crying over them in silly angsts situations that I make up in my mind before I go to bed for the past years. I cried to the point that my old pillow cases literally got tear stains stacking and mold underneath bc of how damp it got. My crying got so severe that bawling my eyes out while thinking about them for 1 or 2 hours straight is normal. I cry about them almost every. Fucking. Night. If it’s mild, it’s 10-30 minutes. If it’s worse, 1-2 hours. If it’s severe, 3-4 hours. I cried so much I had to take water breaks, I cried until my head hurts and my eyes swollen. My nightly-crying streak record is 12 DAYS straight- where I cried over them every night. I can make myself cry on the spot if I think about them for too long. Sometimes they’d creep up inside my thoughts and I suddenly wanted to cry in public. I even shed a few tears during class bc I thought of them. They occupy my thoughts like a plague, I think about them so much that I just casually slip an “Arkin.” or “Preston!!” out loud- because I was repeating a scenario in my head. I even have a little self-insert to squeeze in there.

Once I got introduced to C.Ai, I got even worse because I literally cried from 11pm to 5AM while acting out the angstiest scenarios with the Jesse ai bot while rp-big as Preston. Don’t get me even fucking started on how many tears I shed over Asa ai bot while setting my persona as Arkin ( and vice versa ).

I’m so fucking obsessed I bought a black turtleneck bc I thought of Asa the moment I saw it. I always envisioned Asa as a cat. So now every time I see a video or pictures of cats meowing, abandoned cats or cats suffering, searching for their absent owners I just get sad then immediately get reminded of Asa. I compared Preston to a pigeon so now whenever I see any type of birds at all, I immediately think of Preston. I headcannoned Arkin to like fishing, so now IM interested in fishing. I have a ginormous amount of brain rot over these 4 mfs that- me and a mutual of mine, have texting back and forth all of our brainrot almost daily for THE PAST 7 MONTHS (since last June)- AND WE STILL HAVENT RAN OUT OF SHIT TO SAY YET.

AND- by the time I’m writing this it’s 5:45AM in my country, and I’ve just finished another crying session (over Jesse/ Preston this time) that lasted for over hour. Is this normal?? I don’t think it is. Idk what kind of autistic am I but DAMN-

[jesterafterdark]

Feedist Kinktober 2024 - Day 5

"Cannibal Campers🥩"

(prompts via @fatguarddog)

The Grimhollow Massacre - Part 1

The moon hung high in the sky over Camp Grimhollow, autumn wind whistling through the falling leaves. Of course the camp wasn't open at this time of year, but to some brave (or foolish) souls, that was a small deterrent. Sadie shivered, teeth chattering. Lauren slid her jacket off and on to Sadie's shoulders.

"Better, babe?"

"Yeah, thanks," Sadie smiled, pushing blonde curls out of her eyes. She turned to Zach, whose bright idea it was to take a Halloween camping trip to a haunted summer camp. "Why are we doing this again?"

"Because it's festive," they said, cocking an eyebrow, "'tis the season to be spooky~" They wailed into the night, a goofy impression of a ghost.

"Ha ha, very funny Z," Lauren laid her hand over her girlfriend's shoulder, "But seriously, why did you think it would be fun to drag us out here in the middle of October, it's freezing."

"Because their brain is rotted from all those cheesy slasher flicks," Zach's girlfriend, Karen, gently tapped on their head, "Completely hollow, I once saw a moth fly out of their ear."

"C'mon, don't you think this is exciting," Zach spun around to face the group, walking backwards through the woods around the camp. "On this very spot 40 years ago, well, within a mile or two of this very spot, thirteen campers fell victim to the Ghoul of Grimhollow! What better place to have a little Halloween camping trip."

"I think we have different ideas of 'better,'" Sadie shuddered.

"Great job, dickhead, you freaked out my girlfriend," Lauren grumbled, pulling Sadie closer. Admittedly, the excuse to hold her so tight was actually kind of nice. "Anyway, don't listen to Zach, that's just some dumb urban legend."

"Urban legend? It made the news! It was the 80s, not the 1800s," Zach insisted.

"Yeah, thirteen campers died in a fire, the rumors about the ghoul are just from idiots like you who spend their weekends smoking pot and watching Friday the 13th or whatever," Lauren stroked Sadie's hair as she spoke.

"Suuuure, I bet you believe in the moon landing too," Zach laughed, with just enough sarcasm in their voice to leave Lauren unsure if they actually did think the moon landing was a hoax, "anyway, looks like we're coming up to the spot."

Sitting just past the tree line was a clearing, a circle of stones surrounded by logs at its centre, suggesting that this was a well established campfire. Lauren grabbed Zach by the shoulder and pulled them aside, "We're gonna go set up our tents, you two think you can get the fire going?"

"Sure!" Sadie smiled, waving her girlfriend off. As soon as Lauren was gone, Sadie turned to Karen, "So... Do you know how to start a fire?" Karen simply shrugged.

A few minutes, a pile of dry sticks and a healthy splash of lighter fluid later and the girls had managed to create something that definitely resembled a campfire. The two took their places on the logs, waiting for their respective partners to get the tents together. Sadie and Karen had known each other longer than anyone else in the group, growing up together. While they had a lot in common, the most obvious at a glance was that they were both distinctly on the heavier side, Sadie moreso than Karen, though since getting with Zach (a self described "chubby chaser" and less outspoken feeder), Karen was certainly catching up. Sadie had always been bigger, it was something she'd accepted. Karen, on the other hand, had been thin for most of her life, it was only when she started college that the weight started to pile on. It didn't take her long to realize that she liked herself better with a little extra cushion, and she frequently made little remarks about how jealous she was of Sadie's body. Sadie had dabbled in feedism, it was something she'd only seen as perverse and scandalous, the idea of being fetishized for her weight hadn't sat right with her. Her opinions shifted when she saw Zach and Karen together. There was a strange tenderness to it all, and she did think there was something cute about how Zach seemed to get genuinely flustered whenever Karen's shirt rode up or she began to get out of breath. Part of her wondered if maybe she could broach it with Lauren, just to try it out. Maybe tonight, when they returned to their tents.

A twig cracked in the distance and pulled Sadie from her daydream. Karen spoke up, "What was that?"

"I'm not..." Sadie turned to look behind her. The tents were set up but Zach and Lauren were nowhere to be seen. "Lauren? Babe?!"

Another snap from beyond the trees.

"Guys, this isn't funny!" Karen squealed.

Sadie saw a shape move between the trees. She pulled Lauren's jacket tighter around her, hoping it would offer some shred of protection. Leaves rustled in the distance, the wind or... Something else.

Hands closed around Sadie from behind, she nearly jumped out of her skin, too frozen to scream when suddenly.

"Boo!" Lauren was giggling behind her, "Gotcha babe!" Her cold hands sunk into Sadie's soft belly.

"You fuck! You scared the shit out of me!"

"Aw, babe, I'm sorry! It was Zach's idea," Sadie felt those icy fingers slip under her top, sinking into her doughy body, she shuddered and stifled a moan as Lauren whispered in her ear, "You're so warm."

Lauren settled beside her, cuddling close to her. Clearly being so far from the fire hadn't agreed with her. Across from them, Karen was chewing out Zach for his genius plan to freak her out.

"-stupid, immature, walnut brained jerk! What made you think for a second that this was a good idea, look at poor Sadie!" She gestured with her own shaky hand to the girl who was, honestly, already over it. "You could've given her a heart attack."

"Hon, I think you're projecting just a teeny tiny little bit," Zach tried, and failed, to diffuse the tension.

"How about we get something to eat!" Sadie blurted out, loud and sudden enough that Lauren jumped, "I'm starving!"

Zach and Karen looked at each other, a knowing glance, before nodding in agreement. Zach and Lauren had been in charge of the food, so they took to unpacking.

"Did you bring a cake?" Lauren laughed, watching Zach pull out a double layered red velvet cake.

"Karen likes cake," they grinned at their partner, "She really likes cake."

"Can I get a slice?" Sadie asked sheepishly.

"Oh, uh," Zach turned to Karen looking for approval and received a subtle nod, "yeah, sure thing! Think we have an extra paper plate and fork around here."

The food was doled out and Lauren returned to her place by Sadie's side, still warming herself off her girlfriend's body heat more than the fire. The generous slice of cake, honestly almost half of the full thing, sat in Sadie's lap. She glanced up at Karen, who'd done the cutting, and saw her wink.

"Hey, Lauren," Sadie nuzzled against her interminably chilly partner, "Would you feed this to me?" She stared up at the brunette expectantly, waiting for a response.

"Oh, uh, sur-"

WHOOSH

The fire roared to life more violently than ever, Zach loomed over it, proudly holding a bag they'd pulled out of their pocket. "Alright ladies, dinner and a show, who wants to hear a ghost story?"

"Really man," Lauren scoffed, "we're doing an Are You Afraid of the Dark thing?"

"Well, I did bring the non-dairy creamer to make the fire do-"

"Boo!" Sadie chucked a pebble at them, "get on with it!"

"Alright alright," Zach brushed the spot on their jacket where the pebble hit, "submitted for the approval of the midnight society, I call this one The Tale of the Grimhollow Thirteen."

"Wow, kinda poor taste," Karen murmured through a mouthful of cake.

"It's been 40 years, I think it's fine." Zach rolled their eyes and began. Lauren took the plate from Sadie and began to split off a bite sized piece with her fork. As Zach rambled on, Lauren slowly raised the fork to Sadie's lips. There was definitely something romantic about it, Sadie could see the appeal.

"As a matter of fact, it was 40 years ago on this very night."

"Everyone knows it happened during summer, Zach," Karen corrected.

"Artistic liberty. Anyway, the story goes that all those kids were gathered around a campfire, one just like this. When suddenly, they heard a rustling coming from the woods." In perfect timing, the wind howled, the fire flickered and a dry, orange leaf drifted into the flames. "One of the kids, little Billy, wandered off to see what the noise was. After a few minutes, he hadn't come back. Another kid went after him, then another, and when three were already gone, it was impossible for the rest to ignore what was happening. Something- or someone- was picking off the kids one-by-one."

"So they were totally unsupervised? How old were these kids?" Lauren interrupted, still shovelling cake into Sadie's mouth.

"I don't know, like, thirteen or fourteen I guess. Or maybe some of them were counselors. It's been a while, the details are fuzzy. Anyway, after a while, Billy does come back. Problem is, he's bleeding- bad. He's raving about how some sicko chased him in the woods, slashed his arm. He only got away because he fell into a ditch and ran back to the campfire the long way. Seems like the ghoul wasn't the patient type."

Sadie was so engrossed in the story that she didn't realize the entire slice of cake was gone until she opened her mouth for the next bite and none came. "One sec," Lauren said, "if you're still hungry I've got stuff in my bag."

"At that point," Zach continued, "the campers had been worked into a frenzy. There's some arguments, some of them want to go out and look for the others, some want to find their way back to the cabin, and the rest want to stay put, safety in numbers and the clearing makes them harder to sneak up on. Of course, rationality isn't a common resource in situations like that, so the group splits. Some of the kids head back to the cabin, the rest head out into the woods looking for the other two. Turns out, if they wanted to find the missing campers then the cabin was exactly where they should've headed. The ghoul had beaten them there, left the campers' bodies hanging on hooks he'd suspended from the rafters. The place was like a slaughterhouse, and those kids were being butchered."

"Damn, I'm kind of impressed that you still have an appetite," Lauren smirked at Sadie, who was gleefully chomping away on a bag of marshmallows despite the grisly story. She patted her lover on the belly and laughed, "You've got one hell of an iron stomach, huh, babe?"

The words made Sadie melt, she leaned on Lauren's shoulder, content. "I guess I do." Karen had been right. This was something she could see herself being very- VERY- into.

When she tuned back into Zach's rambling telling of a half remembered, probably made up account of the tragedy, she had obviously missed a lot.

"By the end of the night, the ghoul had collected all the bodies, stripped them down to the bone and left anything he couldn't eat behind. He set the cabin ablaze as he left, disappearing to whatever dark place he lurks in when he's not hunting. I couldn't tell you how long thirteen campers' meat lasts, but I'm sure that by now, he's been on the hunt many times. People go missing in these woods pretty often. Who knows, maybe The Ghoul of Grimhollow is lurking nearby right now, on the prowl for fresh meat." They turned to Karen, then to Sadie in quick succession, "You two ought to be extra careful. There's a lot of meat on you girls, and I'm pretty sure me and Lauren could run laps around you so the ghoul probably wouldn't even bother with us."

"Har har, you're hilarious," Lauren leaned in to Sadie's ear and whispered, "say the word, I'll break their nose right now." That made Sadie laugh.

"Alright, so anyone else got a story?" Zach looked around, "Lauren?"

"Yeah, how about the Tale of 'Get Out Your Speaker So We Can Listen to Music Like Normal People.'"

"Alright alright, I'll go grab it. And the beers. And Lauren's nasty ass whiskey."

"Hey, I'd rather drink my 'nasty ass whiskey' than your 5% ABV bread water."

"I'm gonna pack a bowl," Karen laughed, then glanced towards Sadie, "you gonna smoke with me? it's great for your appetite." A wink punctuated the sentence.

"I guess I will," she grinned, "after all, the night's just getting started."

In the distance, a figure looked unseen behind the trees, gleaming knife in hand. Sadie had no idea how right she was.

Author's Note: Part 2 to be released October 15th, a little patience goes a long way 💕

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Overwatch Voicelines- Sombra found them googling about you pt 1(?)

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Reader: female/ she/ her | mostly in a romantic, except Soilder 76 his is fatherly, Junker Queens could be taken as a friendship idk which ever way u wanna swing.

Notes: i have cassidy brain rot tbh

Warnings: none, really. Nothing too out of character, i think

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Cole Cassidy

"Been busy havent you cassidy."

"I guess I have."

"I'm assuming because: How to tell girl you like her when she thinks of you as a bro is about Y/n aint it?"

"Will you ever get out of my bussniess?"

Junk Rat

"Your search history's concernin you know that ?"

"What?! Bomb making needs to get creative sometimes."

"I ment your search history on Y/n, just follow the girl on social already"

Genji

"Well, never thought I'd be teamed up with you after last night."

"I do not understand."

"Three hour searches of Valentine's Day gifts. Get her the roses, she likes black."

"Who is she?"

"Y/n who else?"

Soilder 76

"You're really tryin to fill the dad roll aren't you?"

"Stay off my search history."

"Just saying if you wanna get closer to Y/n, maybe not stalk her accounts and talk to her in person. Ask her about that prom dress she searches up three times in an hour."

"It's not stalking. It's making sure she's safe."

"Right. Sure buddy."

Junker Queen

"Instead of trying to spell gifts for girls that like knives, maybe learn how to spell first?"

"Its almost Y/n's birthday! She needs soemthing special!"

"-sigh- go with the clever, she's been into slashers lately"

Zarya

"Just ask her would you?"

"Ask who what?"

"Y/n on a date."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because Im sure 'telling your best friend you're in love with them' only really points towards her"

[griffonsgrove]

~~ Welcome to my Blog ! ~~

Ello! I’m Night!! I’m new to the whole Tumblr writing blog, but I made this account to get out any ideas or drabbles that I may have during fandom brain rot (which I frequently have) and to also help enhance my writing ability!

First and foremost, I am an artist, so I may draw little doodles to go with certain head canons, drabbles or one shots! it helps me to visualize the story more!

So without further ado, let me tell you what i’m interested in!!

FANDOMS I’LL WRITE FOR : 

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(Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss)

Alastor

Vox

Valentino

Angel Dust

Husk

Sir Pentious

Lucifer

Stolas

Mammon

Asmodeus/Fizzaroli

Blitz

Striker

Loona

(Creepypasta)

 Slenderman

Trenderman

Eyeless Jack

Zalgo

Jeff the Killer

Ben Drowned

Splendorman

Offenderman

Masky (Tim)

Hoodie (Brian)

Laughing Jack

Jane the Killer

(Gravity Falls)

Bill Cipher

Stanford Pines

Stanley Pines

(Slashers) 

Ghostface (Billy and Stu)

Thomas Hewitt

Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Kruger

Jason Vorhees

Yautja (The Predator)

Pennywise

Art the Clown

Micheal Myers

RZ!Micheal Myers

Brahms Heelshire

(Across The Spider-Verse)

Miguel O’Hara

Hobie Brown

Peter B. Parker

The Spot

(Villainous)

Black Hat

Dr. Flug

Demencia 

5.0.5 (Platonic)

Penumbra

(Stranger Things)

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Jim Hopper

Billy Hargrove

Johnathan Byers

What I Will Write: 

Headcanons

One-shots

Drabbles

Smut/Nsfw

Platonic Relationships

Self-Insert/OC’s

Moderate gore/Body Horror

X readers

(Ask about kinks and fetishes)

What I Will Not Write: 

absolutely NO minor x adult relationships (unless they’re strictly platonic)

I typically won’t do Canon Character x Canon Character ships, just because I’ve never really done so! Idk if i’d be good at it

I probably have more to add to this list, but i’ll add to it later on

Now that, that’s outta the way! I'm opening writing requests!! Please feel free to send in any type of request you’d want to see done, into my inbox!

Currently since I'm out of college for the summer, I have a lot of free time to explore and pump out new work! As I’ve said before, I really want to try and enhance my writing ability so that it can be better for the future!

So i’d really appreciate this post being shared or just you guys sending in a small request, or drabble idea to get me started! I’m really excited to get started on this page and explore further, Until then have a great day! <333

[peggyao3]

Hi, Hi! My day has been pretty nice I hope yours has been just as nice and filled with the filthiest, toe-curling Feyd-Rautha brain rot!! 😍😍😍

Yes I remember seeing that! haha, was so good! OMG I GOTCHU! Just tagged you in a list of the ones I thought were the greatest, haha! (I may or may not have created it during my lunch break today...😂)

Please oh please , you NEED to make a self-insert fic of you getting sucked into the world of Stranger Things and the first thing you do is head to Creel Manor, sell yourself to Henry on his mf doorstep, and then he keeps you a prisoner forevermore! (bonus points if he isn't buying your devotion until you practically beg him and promise him loads of smutty, sexy times 🥵)

OMG yay! Thank you so much! Glad my brain rot passes your vibe check 😍 My suspicions were correct, I see. Slashers are just so killer, haha. Nuada will always have a special place in my heart til the end of time. He is just so beautiful but vicious. So often I find myself thinking about all the degrading things he would call you as he fucks you...Reminding you that you should be grateful to be bedded by an fey let alone an Elven Prince! Oh, god. Sorry to potentially add someone else to the list for you...

YES. Geta so dang fine and broken...We love that! I haven't seen the movie yet (and probably won't until its out on streaming services tbh)

I wish I were able to resist all these fine ass fictional men, its crazy! I have tried (and failed) to order the chaos that is my blog rn. I have to give you credit for being stronger than me! 🙏🏽

Much love

- T🌙

Merry Christmas my dear 🎄🎁❤️ whether you celebrate or not, I hope you're having a wonderful couple of days! ☺️

And AAAAAA, what a generous wish from you for me, thank you so much 🤭 my brain has certainly been rotting in all the best ways and I hope yours has been too, with all the fictional boys of your desire 😈

Omg, I-, I-, I was like wait am I just blind, should I say something, am I just stoopid, aaaaa 👉👈 I saw your second ask too, the one about the link, but I feel like the link still isn't working for me? 🥺 Or maybe I really am just a dummy. Maybe you could send it to me via DM? 🥹❤️

Omg, honestly, a crack fic for stranger things is long overdue, so why not modern!reader who enjoys Henry fanfics getting stuck in the world of ST and being like "well shit... Anyways" and she just knows everything about Henry and all his quirks and he's totally thrown off but also wildly fascinated 😂🤭

"Slashers are just so killer" - wise words indeed 🌶️😌

Being degraded by an elven prince sounds like just what I want for my 2025 🫦 manifesting it now 🤞

Tbh I envy youuuu for being able to juggle all these fictional boys at once, hehehe 🤭 my brain always goes all or nothing 🥹

HAVE A GREAT DAY, and thank you so much for these lovely messages 😭🫶🏻❤️

[toxicanonymity]

Slasher Joel will be the one to ask “So what are we?” And Kittens gonna be like “your my boyfriend duh.” And he’s gonna blush and twirl a curl around his finger.

And then kitten’s gonna show him exactly why he calls her a sex kitten & take that dick like a pro

Alternatively, in another universe if the apocalypse never happened and Joel didn’t become a hardened raider (😉) and was instead a himbo bby girl slasher, that would be slash & kitten. They are the alternative raider & sweet pea (it’s almost 3:30am I have brain rot and thots and I doubt I make sense but this is what my brain came up with)

Kay! ily, have a good day😘♥️

poor slasher baby is just figuring stuff out one step at a time 😘 ily