#halloweiner

[lazy-fox7]

drew some goobers teehee >< i would die for. most of them

[serpentinequ33n]

it’s October 1st so I gotta post my fav Axl tweet

[user-thirt3en]

[lucy2zesty]

Satoru Voorhees.

CW (in this chapter): Slasher style ‘spooky’ horror (he doesn’t kill anyone, just scares them), all horror is lighthearted, realistic reader, corny dialogue

AN: This is an attempt at Chapter 1 of a fic. I’m kinda just getting my footing. It is my first time writing on tumblr so be nice… please!

IMPORTANT!!!: THIS IS NOT MY ART. I saw this fanart on Tiktok from user @zeilorene and COULD NOT get it out of my head! Their work is awesome! Go show them some love!!! 💋💋💋

(I know the divider is bad… i couldn’t figure it out)

‘Jujutsu Crystal Lake Summer Camp’ was your (reluctant) place of employment. Stuck in the limbo of high school and college, you’re short on cash. So, when your mom brings home a flyer from a coffee shop bulletin board saying ‘Camp counselors needed!’, you took the opportunity. What could be so bad about kayaking and making arts and crafts with kids all summer?

Spoiler alert: everything.

The camp is no short of hell on earth. The kids terrorize your every move, never listen to directions, and all they talk about is “Italian brain rot”. Your fellow counselors are no better. Drugs, alcohol, partying, sex, and peer pressuring you to do the same is all that’s on their mind. It’s not even like you’re a goodie two shoes, they just take the whole teenage thing too far! And forget trying to fill the void of your own mind with the internet. Your phone was taken on your first day.

“No! I’m not doing it! I don’t wanna barf. I’ve got that emeto-mo- something phobia!”

“Cmon. Just shotgun it. You have such a stick up your ass!”

“No! I do not have a stick up my ass! I just don’t wanna-”

“Prove it then. Sleep in the boat shed.”

“What? The ‘Kayak Kissing Kloset’?”

“Thought i’d use the easier name. Cause you get no play.”

That’s how you ended up in boat shed for the night, laying on the floor in your sleeping bag, with nothing but your lantern. The wood at the bottom of the structure was warped and covered in water mold. Probably from the lake flooding over the years. Hanging kayaks surrounded you on all sides, except for the one with the small wooden door. Long fishing rods were stacked in the corner, floor to ceiling. And a large set of shelves, full of miscellaneous water toys and life jackets.

All you had to do was listen to the sound of the crickets chirping, the kayaks clamoring, the whooshing of the leaves in the wind, and the sound of metal grinding against tree bark-

Wait, what?!

You heard it right. Because there it was again.

Sscccnnnggg…

The unmistakable sound of something sharp and metal hissing against the bark’s ridges. Your heart sinks so low you can feel it in your toes. What. Was. That. Your mind races, going through every possibility. Maybe it was an animal? Maybe it was one of the counselors, playing a prank? Or maybe it was a masked killer sharpening his blade to kill you?! If one thing was for sure, you are not dying with a can of worms next to you!

Sssccciiiinnngggg!

Closer. On the large oak tree that was outside the shed. The one that had been there in all of the old pictures from the 70s. There was no mistaking it.

Before you realized what you were doing, you slipped out of the sleeping bag, cautiously. Looking around the shed, cursing the lack of windows, the lack of places to peak through. Until…

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

Footsteps. Right by the door. That made you spring into action. Flicking off your lantern. Rolling up your sleeping bag, slipping it under the shelving unit. And standing to your feet, nudging yourself behind the kayak that was furthest to the wall, concealing yourself behind it. Your breathing shook. Hands clasped over your mouth. Heart pounding so hard you could feel it in your neck.

Then, with a practiced sense of familiarity, someone opens the door. You almost whimper in pure fear. Heavy work boots thudding on the ground. It shakes the ground under your feet. You begin peeking slightly from behind the kayak. Morbid curiosity. But thankfully, you went unseen.

This was not one of the counselors. This was a man you’d never seen before. Big, was the only description you could manage to find in the faint light coming through the open door. This man filled the space in a way that was almost awkward.

Wait? What was he doing? What’s in his hand?

Looking down, you were met with the glint of your worst nightmare. A two foot long, sharp, machete.

His hand moves, the blade raises. And your whole body jolts in shock.

Was this truly it? In a boating shed? As a virgin?

Your eyes widen, the blade flips in his gloved hand, and he hangs it up on a hook. Not even 3 inches from your head. The clang sounds rings out. And, relief fills you. Maybe too much.

Your foot shifts. Squeaking loudly on the hard wood.

Shit.

[cartooncacti]

Ok, Last one. I really gotta go cook.

[whatyadrawin]

Halloween is Cumming

[sonnerenamare]

Halloweiner and the tikky teating was pretty silly.

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