#slasher brainrot

[ash-fudo]

GAW DAMN TF

sir so fine even tho under his mask is all gummy and shi💀

[ungeschliffen]

soon

[dixidin]

I would 100% survive Scream because when Ghostface would call me asking about my favorite scary movie he'd be stuck for 3 hours listening to me talk about Carrie and the second Texas Chainsaw Massacre

And then I'd flirt with him

[whatyadrawin]

Ugh he is one of the only slashers you would need to tie up. You just know anything you do to him won't matter because he is just waiting to bust out of the bondage and have at you 😉

I was inspired by this image that's been reposted all over tumblr.

[littlemissbooie]

haHA ITS HALLOWEEN SEASON NOW YALL

[reijniana]

touching grass isn’t cutting it. i need to be shot

[phebth]

hello :3 ... Uhh idk if you want this request, its fine if not!

its okay if you're busy though, not like i expect it in 2 mins -._-. so take ya time.

But uh.. Poly lost boys with a s/o (afab, if you want to) who is.. very socially awkward, especially around them! (You can include micheal if you want) Like fkr reason she is just very awkward around literally everyone she encounters? Idc if its in a cute way, weird way, bad way, or maybe she just has social anxiety :( poor bby 😕 but ye-

a/n: I feel like this is too short but I'm still struggling to finish star x reader pt2 so have this in the meantime. I relate to this sm since I also struggle with social anxiety ♡

Reader with social anxiety x Poly!Lost Boys

alrighty so first off I have a feeling that the guys would take it kinda personally at the beginning of your relationship. why do you always look away and look nervous around them?? It didn't take them too long to figure out, it was when all of you had just gotten off a ride and since Laddie wanted some ice cream you suggested going with him. And when you got to the counter the boys noticed that your voice was trembling and when the lady asked a question you froze on the spot and had to ask her to repeat herself.

After that, it was clear that you seemed nervous and would look around every time you guys went out on the boardwalk. And on some days you seemed to be even shaking while keeping your head low. So they decided to keep dates inside the cave while Marco went out to get food/snacks. Even then you sometimes still looked out of place so they waited for you to come to them to ask them to hang out as they felt like they were pushing your boundaries.

Warming up to them took some time but after a couple of weeks, you got used to their presence. After that, they wouldn’t let go of you for HOURS! “WE MISSED YOU SO MUCH _____ HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO US ˃̣̣̥᷄ ᴖ ˂̣̣̥᷅ ” Paul yelled while clutching onto your shirt for dear life. Meanwhile, the other boys kept arguing about their positions for your cuddle session while Micheal goes undetected and gets first dibs on his spot since the others are too busy arguing. The night ended with the boys bickering over a particular topic while you drifted off to sleep.

[eunkimmie]

his dream ; vincent sinclair

Sometimes, he would forget all about it. The sugary sweet memories would eventually dissipate from his mind, being cooped up in that basement of his for hours on end. It numbed his mind sometimes, but that's just what he needed to get in the zone to make his artwork. It wasn't the best feeling in the world, but he figured that, logically, his needs overpowered his wants. And he needed to finish the town.

But...after a few hours of work, of carving the most intricate of details into wax and scratching dozens upon dozens of sketches onto a paper pad, he'd hear footsteps carefully make their way down the stairs, slowly, as to mind the wax. It tended to get a bit slippery. Every time, without fail, he would lose track of time. Had it really been eight hours since he last ate anything? Huh. He didn't recall...but then, you'd sneak your way behind him. Whether he be drawing or posing another one of his statues, you'd press the pads of your hands against his mid-waist, and then make you way upwards until your arms fit snugly under the crease of his arm. Your cheek would press against his back, his height still towering you, and the front of your body would fit so perfectly against his. You'd give him a warm hug from behind. Maybe if he wasn't so subdued to screams and violent thrashing from the people who were unfortunate enough to stumble upon Ambrose, the touches would make him jump out of fright. You could be sneaky, after all. Yet, alas, he was subdued to such things. Even if it made his heart leap, he would remain silent and still, just as always. His response was nothing short of appreciative, as each time he'd turn around to meet your adoring gaze beneath the shield of his wax mask. He'd give your head a pat before using his other hand to press against the small of your back, pushing your body closer to his, if even possible.

And, sometimes, Vincent thought it to be a dream. He was a recluse, a freak. His face was surely nothing compared to yours, the face he could stare at for hours in raw adoration. But even still, you allowed him to kiss your perfect lips with his half-mangled ones. So, that must've counted for something, right?

And, again, you stepped down those stairs, carrying a glass of iced tea in your hands. While it was a bit chill in the stairway to the basement, Vincent didn't really take kindly to warm drinks. It melted his mask quite often. You were met with the sight of his broad shoulders, his back turned towards you as he stood in front of a large canvas, a painter's smock loosely tied around his waist. And...if you could be honest with yourself, the cinch of the smock tied around his waist made his ass look quite nice, really. Gently, you placed the glass down on his desk, papers and pencils spread messily across the surface. Your hands placed themselves against the sides of his biceps, halting the movement of his hand working a paintbrush delicately against a white canvas. He was a bit chill.

"Are you ready to come up for dinner, Vincent?" As per usual, you received no verbal response. Silently, Vincent, washed off the bristles of his brush, running a dry cloth across it afterwards before leaving it to dry on the surface of the easel. As he did so, you gingerly untied the bow that he had so neatly done up to keep the smock together, and while you weren't tall enough to raise it over his head, he appreciated the gesture anyways.

After Vincent had come to a satisfactory stopping place in cleaning his area, he had raised the smock over his head and hung it off the side of his easel. You took that as a cue to hold your hand out to him, the size of his hand completely enveloping yours as he intertwined your fingers together. "Lester made dinner tonight, but I made some tea." With your free hand, you picked up the glass and handed it over to him. "It's important that you drink enough." He took the glass and nodded once, but simply carried it with him as he walked. You figured that once he felt comfortable enough to drink, he would do it on his own time.

"We can eat first, and maybe have a bath, and then you can get back to your work. Does that sound okay?" As expected, you did most of the talking in the relationship, relying on physical cues to understand Vincent's responses. He had let you hear his voice a few times, little so that you could probably count how many times on your fingers, but you deeply appreciated it anyways.

Vincent gave you a single nod once more, gently squeezing your hand in his for a moment. The warmth of your hand in his just couldn't be a dream, for it felt much too real. You walked with him hand in hand upstairs, humming softly as you did so. Surely, you were no dream, but you were his dream.