#please send slasher brain rot

[soupslashers]

i just realized i didn’t have ‘ask anonymous questions’ on. i turned it on. go be insane in my inbox

[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 😭🫶🏻❤️

[i-arch-my-backula]

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[puregaalee]

GaaLee HorrorFest 2022: Prompt List

It's Halloween night. You're dressed in your best costume yet, and you've got a bag just waiting to be filled with candy. The first house you see is dark, but the porch light is on, flickering on and off, on and off. Every time it flickers back on, it illuminates a bowl of candy filled to overflowing.

You carefully approach and, after a moment, shove your hand in and come out with a handful of treats. The bowl is still full, so you take another handful and add both to your bag before going on your way....

This event's prompts are a bit like that: A big bowl of candy set out on Halloween night for eager trick-o-treaters! You can take as many or as few prompts as you like! You can mix them and match them! You can combine different categories! You can use just that one single prompt that speaks to you, or find inspiration in ten! Whatever your heart desires!

The prompts are broken up into three categories: words, quotes, and images. The words are also broken up into further sub-groups based around a specific genre or type of horror: slasher, gothic, ghost stories, and creature features.

Each quote prompt comes from a horror book, while each image comes from a film (which do not need to be watched in order to use the prompt, though I have provided watch options). Below the cut is a text version of each prompt, as well as the names of the films the visual prompts come from and a larger version of the image. TW: spiders and dead bodies/body horror.

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If you have any questions about the prompts, please send an ask to @puregaalee

Words

Slasher

Blood

Organs

Flesh

Teeth

Bones

Eyes

Nails

Gothic

Dread

Cold

Sick

Eerie

Rot

Bleak

Shadow

Loneliness

Ghost Stories

Haunted

Possessed

Hunger

Darkness

Cursed

Nightmares

Whispers

Creature Feature

Vampires

Ghosts

Shape-shifters

Werewolves

Demons

Zombies

Quotes

"We ask only to be reassured about the noises in the cellar and the window that should not have been open." ―The Family Reunion, TS Eliot

"Some teeth long for ripping, gleaming wet from black dog gums. so you keep your eyes closed at the end. you don't want to see such a mouth up close. before the bite, before it's oblivion in the goring of your soft parts, the speckled lips will curl back in a whinny of excitement. you just know it." ―The Ritual*, Adam Nevill

“When your rage is choking you, it is best to say nothing.” ― Fledgling, Octavia E. Butler

“But then, maybe “I don’t believe in you” is the cruelest way to kill a monster.” ― White Is for Witching, Helen Oyeyemi

"I do not love men. I love what devours them." ―Prometheus Illbound, Andre Gide

"I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster[…] And the monster feels my tiny little movements inside." ―The Haunting of Hill House*, Shirely Jackson

"I have meanness inside me, real as an organ." ―Dark Places, Gillian Flynn

"Night was a different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush against appalling things and feel roaming and prowling around a strange, mysterious horror." ―The Complete Short Stories of Guy de Maupassant, Guy de Maupassant

"One need not be a chamber to be haunted. one need not be a house. The brain has corridors surpassing material place." Emily Dickinson

*The Ritual has been adapted into a film which is available to watch on Netflix. The Haunting of Hill House has many adaptations including the 1963 film The Haunting, the 1999 film of the same name, the Netflix show The Haunting of Hill House, which is more inspired by than a true adaptation.

Images

Raw (2016): (Available on Netflix* // Trailer) A coming of age horror drama following a young vegetarian as she starts her first year of college at a school for veterinarian medicine. Her older sister attends the school as well, and during a hazing ceremony, she is forced to eat raw rabbit kidneys. The next day she is sick from food poisoning. As the film progresses, her craving for meat grows but it's not enough to cooked animal meat... [TW: animal death, cannibalism, blood, body horror such as injury]

The Autopsy of Jane Doe (2016): (Available with Amazon Premium* // Trailer) A supernatural horror film following the unidentified corpse of Jane Doe to a father-son morgue. Her body was found at the scene of a gruesome crime, and the police want to know how she died immediately. The father and owner of the morgue intends to stay late to perform the autopsy, and his son stays with him. But what they find within Jane Doe is anything but the standard cause of death... [TW: animal death, blood, body horror, flashing lights]

Umma (2022): (Available on Amazon to rent* // Trailer) A supernatural horror film following a Korean woman and her daughter living on a farm. The woman has been keeping secrets from her daughter, secrets about her childhood, about her mother, but when the woman's mother dies the secrets don't stay secrets for long... [TW: child abuse, animal death, bees]

The Amittyville Horror (1979): (Available on Hulu, Amazon, and other platforms* // Trailer) Based on the 1977 book of the same name, the film follows the story of a family living in a haunted house that is believed to have led to the murder of the previous family. Though the murders themselves are based on a true story, whether the house was haunted remains to be seen, but Amityville has been a cultural horror since... [TW: blood, gore, insects]

The Others (2001): (Available on Amazon Prime* // Trailer) A gothic, supernatural and psychological horror film following a woman and her two children, living in a large manor in 1945. The windows in the house are all covered, as the children suffer from a rare photosensitivity and cannot be in the sunlight. Grace hires a new housekeeper, groundskeeper, and maid. When odd things begin to happen in the house, Grace begins to fear the presence of 'the others'... [TW: child abuse, mentions of WWII]

Arachnophobia (1990): (Available on Amazon to rent* // Trailer) A natural horror comedy that starts in Venezuela, where an entomologist is doing research. While there, a never-before seen tarantula is discovered and samples are taken back to camp for stud. Unbeknownst to the team, another one of these tarantulas hitch hikes its way back to camp and slips into the bed of an unsuspecting photographer, who is ailing from a fever. When he's found dead, no one suspects anything and his body is packed in a crate for shipping back to his hometown and a proper burial. But before his body is shipped, the tarantula hitches yet another ride, leaving its home in the forest to make for the small town of Canaima, California... [TW: spiders, death by spider]

The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020): (Available on Netflix* // Trailer) A gothic romance, the story follows a young au pair to Bly Manor. She's gone to England to escape from something that haunts her, only to stumble upon strange things at Bly... [TW: implications of past child abuse, Bury Your Gays, drowning, dissociation]

*All above listed films, including The Ritual, The Haunting (1963 & 1999), and The Haunting of Hill House are available for free here.

[batsforbadones]

How do you think the slashers would react to having a goth s/o?

When I get to pick the slashers * violent, thankful groaning *

BRAHMS

- " ... Like the Addams family? “ - He has plenty a clue what the word gothic means- His manor is gothic architecture, he’s read gothic poetry, Poe, King, horror and the works- He gets it. He understands. He finds your music a little too harsh for his tastes, but he like the way you dress. - He doesn’t like the muck you put on your face, but that’s honestly more of a response to the makeup in general rather than the sub culture. Anything other than a light lipstick or blush fills him with unease.  - Whatever you’d like to wear, he’s more than pleased to buy. Those lolita outfits are his favourite. He fancies the lace of it. They remind him of- Something. He’s not quite sure, but he can’t help but bury his face in your lap every. time. you. wear. those. black. frilly. socks. - If you weren’t a victorian goth before, you sure are now. You have never been blessed with such exquisite clothing, all for him to basically watch you play dress up, you can barely walk in these things, they’re so extravagant, but Brahms likes to sit in your lap while you wear them. - When the boy takes a bath, he could, potentially, be persuaded to the idea of a corset. ( A/N please corset Brahms please. Let me talk about this man’s waist. PleasE ) - He likes staying in, so you can rot his brain with whatever paranormal dribble you please.

JESSE 

- Literally just a corp goth.  - Listens to so much heavy metal it’s, rather sickening actually.  - Has always been a man of higher fashion. Yours probably drew him to you.  - Also more than willing to spend an almost insulting amount of money on you. Everything from your platforms to your old high school band tees - Jesse can have tailored to perfection. Just say the word for your goth mate over here. He’ll do it himself if that makes his little ( title of royalty ) happy. - He likes to match clothes.  - You can also talk this man into wearing a corset. He owns a few pinstripes of his own from the beginning days of his company. He’s now become a little more minimalist and monochromatic, but pin stripes were his beginning. - Winter + Jesse = The finest dressed man you have and will ever see. Gorgeous. He makes it a mandatory feature to take holiday photos to send to his associates, because you are the *best* dressed couple, and best looking couple, and he knows he makes his big corporate friends absolutely appalled when they see such classy folk. - As you stand in a mall parking lot, he violently taps away at his black beary- - I refuse to go into hot topic. - He likes piercings a v i o l e n t amount.

[thatweirdmod]

Windowless Moviemaker Chapter 6: Race

Windowless Moviemaker

Chapter 6: Race

Kidney turns and leaves me sitting against the wall-- speechless.

My eyes slowly move over to Mitchol, whose slouching form is now cast in darkness by Kidney's shadow. I think, hollowly, that the blood drying on his face probably itches a little. Mitchol manages a small squirm in his ropes.

"Well?" Kidney demands irritably.

Mitchol's swelling, battered face jerks up to attention at Kidney. "W-what?" He dares to ask.

"You're up. Give me a plan."

"Oh," Mitchol says. "Er, I just expected-"

"Is there something you don't understand about your situation?" Kidney interrupts. "You don't get to expect anything. Now, the plan."

"Uh, well, I guess we need to get to their computers somehow. They probably ripped DVDs too. Redhand's a little old fashioned. We might also have to look out for tapes..."

Kidney crosses his arms, scowling. "If I kill these guys, then wipe their houses, am I gonna have to worry that I missed a spot because you couldn't point me in the right direction?"

Mitchol attempts to splay his hands. "Look, I know where my stuff is, but how am I supposed to know exactly where their stuff is?"

Kidney chews at the inside of his cheek angrily and walks over to the table to grab a notebook and pen. "Let's just start with addresses," he says, poising to write. "Redhand."

"He lives up in Tindle in those stained up white apartments. Er, I think the number's 46."

"Costriel." Kidney demands, looking up from his scribbling.

"He lives in an apartment too, and he's actually rooming with Nethandre." Mitchol says. "316, in the Fortitude Apartments."

Kidney nods his head.

"So, er," Mitchol begins. "What are you planning to do now that you know where these guys are?"

"You remember how I said you don't get to expect anything?" Kidney says patronizingly. "The same applies to asking. I, the one who is allowed to expect and ask, do not expect you to open your mouth unless I ask you something."

Mitchol swallows and shifts in his blood-stained bindings.

Then Kidney turns to one of the concrete walls, as if it called his name. He stands, staring at it silently, before asking another question.

"Did you... Did you give those videos to my uncle too?"

Mitchol's mouth quivers. "H-he, uh... he was the one who suggested that, you know, we needed some extra insurance on you in the first place. So yeah."

Kidney stands still, unanswering and unmoving, but I can see his jaw working slightly.

"But please!" Mitchol sputters. "Dude, I-I.. I totally forgot about that earlier-- when you asked who had the videos." His arms press up against the ropes, trying to shield his body. Kidney walks in front of him. "I wasn't holdin' out on purpose or anyth-" Mitchol is cut off by Kidney smacking him over the head with a closed palm.

"Just out of curiosity, Mitchol," Kidney says. "If I hadn't asked about Uncle Stoulfer just now, would you ever have "remembered" to tell me?"

"We-w-w-well I don't know." Mitchol trembles with his hands splayed open and his eyes wide. "Guess it's a good thing you jogged my memory man, ha..."

Kidney turns and paces slowly, shaking his head. "I never liked the way that old, crusty loaf looked at Krin, even at me. But for my own selfish reasons, I ignored it all this time." He scoffs lightly. "Just one more reason to be glad I'm out." He turns back and looks Mitchol dead in the face. "The blinders are off."

"So you're aaalll alone," I say from the corner.

Kidney's eyes shoot to me, surprised.

"What? You thought I'd be totally traumatized just from that?"

His gaze narrows hatefully.

"So some weird shit happened and you saw my dream. It prompted you to get the jump on us, but that was mostly luck. And that's probably as far as your luck will go in regards to picking useful kernels of information outta piles of brain vomit." I snort. "Even my thing was more useful, because I saw you in real time."

Kidney smiles. "Where did I see your dream?"

"Huh?"

"It was inside your mind. It had to have been, 'cause that's where they're all cooked up." Kidney says, tapping the side of his head. "The moon is almost full again. That has to count for something." He breathes in. "I can go further with this. But I'll make sure you stay at your current level. You'll be underground here where you can't touch the moonlight."

"You don't even know what the hell 'this' is." I say.

"Pretty smug talk for a guy who's about to lose everything," Kidney says, with his mouth turned upwards in a smirk that doesn't reach his stony eyes.

"What better time to be smug than when you're about to lose everything?"

His face contorts with all the nasty feelings that must be roiling around inside of him. "I told you I'd take everything from you, and this bullshit positive nihilism of yours will be one of the things. I'll make you understand how bad playing as the loser really is, even if the game has the same black ending for everyone."

He takes Mitchol's phone out of his pocket, then says, "Mitchol, you told me you could set Redhand up."

Mitchol breathes in. "Redhand's looking for a new place to do his snuff movies, so I'm thinking maybe I can tell him I found a good place, and you can catch him there?"

"Hmm," Kidney says, folding his arms. "Why does he happen to need a new location now?"

Mitchol explains, "He's been under some suspicion lately. His neighbors've been complaining about a smell, like rotten something, coming from his apartment."

I don't need to wonder what that smell could be. I watched a video where Redhand Heriolt cut a girl open with a sharpened can top. It'd probably taken a fair amount of practice to learn how to do, but he'd managed to keep his subject awake and alive while he pulled out part of her intestines, smeared the pungent brown contents over both of them, and pleasured himself.

I had thought, while clicking through Redhand's contributions, that cleaning up set after filming that kinda stuff would be way too much of a pain. Looks like Redhand thought so too. That filth and gore in the background really had been as caked-on as it looked.

Mitchol continues, "He even got, you know, reported to the cops 'cause someone heard screams. Redhand laughed it off, sayin' it was slasher flicks playing on the TV. They left after he promised to turn the volume down, and they never got a search warrant or nothin'. Still, better not push it, right?"

I nearly snort. Well no shit someone heard screams if he was doing that stuff in an apartment.

Kidney asks, "Where do you plan on telling him to go?"

Mitchol swallows weirdly, with something about him quivering. "That ghost town 40 minutes southeast of Grishee, the neighborhood has a bunch of abandoned old houses. I know a little white one has a basement too. I think I could convince him it's ideal."

A frown of skepticism sends Kidney's lips pointing downwards, but then he walks closer to Mitchol and loosens some of the bindings so he can move one of his hands. Just as soon, however, Kidney slips a pocket knife out of his back pocket and pops the blade out against Mitchol's neck.

Mitchol gasps sharply, but Kidney just places the previously confiscated cell phone into his newly freed hand. "Text him," Kidney says into Mitchol's ear, adjusting the angle of the knife. "Make it sound natural, and make sure he goes to that little white one."

Mitchol's throat bobs, as much of a nod as there was going to be. He goes to work on the keys:

"sup dood. te ghosted out hood in Caplum has som gud spots. white house wit te green dor has a cool basement."

And "SEND".

Kidney's mouth quirks to the side. "I know I said to make it natural, but are you sure he'll get that?"

Mitchol chokes, "Yeah, I mean, I text him like that often enough."

"I see," Kidney says. Then, the phone buzzes.

"R U THERE NOW?"

"Eh, what should I say?" Mitchol asks.

"If this is a test, you might not be able to answer follow-up questions confirming that you're there. You're at home, got it?"

"nah im chillin in my plce. u out?"

"NO. HOME RUBING1 IN BEEFSLAB+blood I BAWT.CANT HUNT BUT NEed it bad."

"lol. tis Caplum spot wil fix u up. no 1 evr gos der. wnna chekit out togetrr?? jst gimme a time bro."

"nightS YUNG.TERES TIME TO CATCHA WOMAN I LEAVE RN. BETHERE 1HR???"

"frige lvl cool dood XD"

"I didn't say you were supposed to go too," Kidney purrs lowly over Mitchols shoulder. "But, I suppose you can just be 'late.'"

He takes the phone out of Mitchol's hand and re-tightens the ropes. "I can handle Redhand Heriolt from here."

With that, he turns on his heels, clops up the concrete stairs, and leaves me and Mitchol to rot in the bunker.

I look at Mitchol. "Please tell me you just tricked him somehow," I say.

"Shh," Mitchol replies quietly.

A couple of little sparks flare up in my chest and head. If I had the energy, I'd click my tongue. Don't you shush me, bitch. I whispered anyway.

Black silence begins settling down between us, and I close my eyes. The concrete is hard against my body, and I can feel us becoming one via temperature as my warmth seeps away into its cold. I move my lips, and a barely audible, hoarse series of whispers spills from them.

"Mother Earth, Mother Earth, once again to us give birth."

Suddenly, a violent roiling upheaves my stomach, like Poseidon's stormy fist punching the sea in wrath and sending the waters booming and swashing. I projectile vomit all over myself and the floor. The deja vu from my dream hits me first, and then the disgust and embarrassment of real life.

Mitchol jumps, as much as he can tied up anyway. His face is tense with that look of distubia, shock, fear, and concern that I hate directed

at me. "Wha.. are you okay man?"

A suck in a stinging, bile stained breath and respond to him in stench coated words. "No. Fuck... we just... we need to get the fuck out of here."

I lick my lips, and regret pools inside my mouth as my tongue pulls foul bits and cooling, sour fluid back into it.

There's a book of religion that says god will not be mocked and is not to be tested. I suppose I couldn't rightly be of the wombs and births of two different mothers at my own convenience. I never considered myself a man of faith, but this stuff I've been touching-- it seems to be some part of a sprawling realm beyond scientific knowledge.

I look down at myself. The sight of me must be making Mitchol sick, but since I'm already like this... I allow the muscles in my bowels to unfurl like a relaxing kitty, and warm liquid soon soaks my jeans and forms a pool around me.

Yep, this is one thing they don't tell you, at least not often, about being kidnapped. I was living freely up until however many hours ago I was taken, and that meant that I drank coffee and expected to be able to reach a toilet when it made its way through me.

I sigh, and lean over to inhale the merging smells that had all been inside my body. Amazing, how humans are all so disgusting inside, but we act as if we're clean until it comes out. I don't bother to look up at my roommate as I contemplate going number two.

But then I catch my reflection in the puddle of urine, and decide that I have to cancel my reservations with Mr. Brown, because the Train of Thought just arrived, and it only stops at the station for 3 seconds.

The first thing I thought, or perhaps, was told, about Mother Moon was that she was a relayer of the sun's message. And gods... gods... I was just thinking about them. But what do I do about them-- what do humans do about gods? They... sacrifice and serve. Blood, lives... offerings.

"Angel of The Great Star, to you, I unbar. Birth me into the spacial assemblage. Through me, relay the message," I say.

Mitchol again looks at me like I'm insane. Indeed, I've done it incorrectly. If her light cannot touch me, it is pointless. I take in a deep breath, and begin fighting against the ropes around my body harder than I ever fought before. Just a bit, perhaps they're loosening.

If I can just get out of these, I might be able to find a way to force the bunker door open and get outside. And if Mother Moon accepts me, I will be raised above Earth and the Earthlings. I will be 3rd, and they will all be 4th.

In the clearing outside the bunker, Kidney faces the moon and spreads out his arms, letting the glow bathe his body. This pale light can be so many things: ethereal, comforting, serene, eerie... He'd never questioned whose mood it really depended on until recently.

"Mother Moon, Mother Moon..." Kidney trails off, his eyes closed in concentration. But concentration isn't quite right. The chant... the feeling isn't coming over him.

"Mother Moon." He says, more of a plain address than a mystical prayer. "I can see you here tonight, as always. Does it not please you to commune with me right now?"

Gazing up at the white ball suspended in the infinite black cosmos, he ever so slightly feels her grow closer for a moment. However, she remains silent and far.

"On your own terms, Mother Moon." Kidney submits, inclining his head in reverence. Despite everything that has happened, he still feels a little crazy as he walks back to his rental car. He might fit the definition of "lunatic" now.

Kidney drives down the rural road to Caplum. Thousands of spindly, bent trees slash endless shadows through the yellow glow from his headlights. If he were taking the Passage to Hell of the South and met Satan at the end, it might not surprise him. Fitting though, that such a road would be irritatingly monotonous. Bored despite his mission, he flips the radio on.

Unintelligible words and tunes grate through static on most of the channels. Then there's the twang of guitar and a longing voice that reminds Kidney of grass fields swaying under a golden sunset in the middle of a heaven set in nowhere. He never did like country music, so he twists the knob one more click.

A bold, smooth, male voice butters the speakers. "The quiet neighborhood of Green Shade has been shaken by the story of a local housewife. According to her, she was drugged and kidnapped from her home by two masked men, who broke in late at night."

Kidney's heart lurches inside of his torso, along with the food in his stomach. He gags, swerving into the wrong lane for a second. After everything they-- Jeeto-- had told her, Mrs. Horatay was still talking?

The deep voice coming through the speakers crinkles with static. "...underground bunker. They then proceeded to film themselves sexually and physically assaulting her. The woman reports that at various points during the hours-long ordeal, both of her assailants lifted the masks away from their mouths and exposed the bottom portions of their faces."

Kidney's head swims with nausea. He never saw so much as a coin for getting that damnable spasm closeup. The footage of the actual stimulation was cut, he was sure. He'd been the one to edit Mrs. Horatay's movie. But somehow it had escaped his mind that Mrs. Horatay could be looking down, drawing a sketch in her mind for the cops.

"Both attackers appeared to be young males, in their late teens or early twenties. She describes them to be of average height, the shorter of the two having a round face and lightly tanned complexion, while the taller male's face was square shaped. She noted no hair or distinguishing blemishes on either of their faces, however..."

Kidney's hands tremble on the steering wheel, but he forces himself to focus on driving. "Relax. There's gotta be a hundred guys that fit those descriptions around here," he mutters to himself.

After a small eternity, Kidney spots a sign that humanity had come here ahead of him. "SPEED LIMIT 45" in faded black over rusted white. He slows down, guides his rental car into the overgrown brush on the side of the road, then takes the key out of the ignition.

With the engine dead, it's so quiet out here. Kidney pulls on his new black burglar's mask before getting out, just in case. He gently pushes the door closed behind himself, then goes around to the trunk.

A bag of supplies he packed from Jeeto's house is inside, and he unzips it and pockets from it a syringe of animal tranquilizer and a switchblade. The weapon he chooses to keep equipped in hand, however, is the 16-inch machete he brought himself.

Kidney begins his stalk up the road. Even in this dark place with the shadows of the bushes staring at his exposed back, he can feel Mother Moon's light clothing him and guiding his footsteps. Krin's innocently smiling face in the sunset of his room... such a distant memory kept so close to his heart. He clenches the hilt of his machete. He will not be afraid.

Mother Moon's warmth and comfort begins to seep all through him, and he senses her closer than before. The neighborhood comes into view. So he stays low and hidden as he makes his way to the west-most side where that white house is supposed to be. He sees the car before the house. It's a van that only breaks creep convention for its having a green paintjob instead of a white one.

Suddenly, a something like a living memory possesses his mind, only, something is not right. He finds himself looking at himself from behind, his black, hooded form crouching down behind bushes. One of his meaty arms is outstretched, and the hand is holding something, shiny, cold, and heavy. It's a gun-- pointing.

The head that he has an intimate awareness of, but not a oneness with, turns furthur downward without command. He sees white hairs in the bottom of his vision, and the stomach below protrudes too far forward. It is covered with a green Hawaiian shirt.

Kidney gasps, and seems to be sucked back into his own mind again. "Stoulfer," he breathes. Instinctively, Kidney whirls around on his ankles and spins up from the ground. The blast of the bullet rings the air, and Kidney feels it whip past his head and break through the dry shubbery behind him.

The moonlight makes depthless pits of the bags under Uncle Stoulfer's eyes, and carves darkness into every wrinkle and pockmark on his skin. The hairs of his white mustache and goatee twitch.

The old man's deep, raspy laugh mocks him. "I always knew you'd end up givin' me trouble."

Kidney runs for one of the houses. He can hear the many voices of his uncle's mind echoing. The thoughts are so muddled, though, and examined all at once, they're like a wild drove. Irritation. Lust. Smugness.

But the foremost thoughts-- those are the thoughts of action. That is where Kidney puts his focus. The gun fires again, but Kidney knows where it has made its path, and dashes out of its aim just as the trigger is being pulled.

"Shit! Pretty quick on his toes," Kidney hears.

"Got lucky there," Uncle Stoulfer hollers.

Kidney crashes through the rotting, wooden front door of a house, and runs into a bedroom in the back. He stands to the side of the doorway and listens to the floorboards at the entrance creak. Inside, Stoulfer's thoughts sound like mumbling, for only weak, pale streaks of moonlight penetrate the dark building through broken windows and cracked roofing.

Kidney can sense with the stronger rays of light touch the old man's balding head, because those are the moments he can hear more clearly.

Uncle Stoulfer plans to check behind the kitchen counters first, then... Kidney clenches the machete handle and raises the weapon. When Stoulfer comes here, he will strike.

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Slasher blogs I recommend

I’ve meaning to make a list of slasher blogs y’all should check out so here is that list. Yes I might be a bit biased because a lot of these people are mutuals but who cares

@lostbxys as the name implies he talks about the lost boys a lot but he makes really good content

@the-slasher-madame another mutual but I do love the stuff they post. Really cool dude check them out

@chronic-boogara unfortuantly as of right she’s shadowbanned but please check her out when she get her account back

@doomh3ad He writes for a lot of slashers. Like a shit ton of slashers and their writing is like always amazing

@ivanznetbet He posts a lot about the black phone which satifies my The Grabber brain rot. Also he does post about male readers too if you’re looking out for that

@emariariddler is new to writing but he does slashers and stranger things characters and I did send in a request and was very pleased with the results. Please go give him some requests and love. 

Feel free to tag or add on any other writing blogs y’all like a lot. Sorry for the tags too. 

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Stranger things volume 2 comes out tomorrow so get ready for a lot of Eddie, Steve and Johnathan. Also if you need a push to send in more requests for them (or any slasher) please do it to help with my brain rot thank you