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raemoodboards · 6 months
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𝐙𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍
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movie: fear street 1978
portrayed by: sadie sink
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yestolizzygrant · 11 months
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“She reaches from beyond the grave to make good men her wicked slaves.”
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naurimastaur · 8 months
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A prank to die for
1980s slasher au featuring the Weasley twins//
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Summary: With camp’s annual house competition coming to a close, the twins take the fate of their team into their own hands, employing Fred’s nemesis Y/N along the way. Things go awry however, when someone tries to axe their plans. Literally.
Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader
This is a bit of a long one so strap in! Ps. Requests are open
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Squashed between the most frustrating person alive and the wall of the abandoned outhouse toilet, was not the ideal midnight rendezvous anyone would have in mind.
“Why hasn’t George signalled to you yet? It’s been half an hour.” Y/n huffed, her head pressed against the damp wood of the wall in exasperation before she thought better of herself.
“Could’ve ran into a lovely lady on the way,” Fred replied equally agitated. “None of your sort I’d hope, wouldn’t be very enjoyable.”
“You are a freak why am I doing this with you?” She spat, venom dripping from her every word.
“Cant resist the charm, I reckon”
“Then you’re as delusional as you are ginger.”
“And yet you don’t seem to be backing out of the idea. Could it be that you wanted this alone time with me?”
“I think I’d rather be chased by a serial killer.”
“If only a serial killer hated themself enough to waste time running after you.” He smiled to himself, her irritation fuelling his triumph.
She bit her tongue, thinking back to the moment she made herself a professional clown.
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“Y/n!” George called out, jogging to meet her walking pace, Fred tailing him. “We have a proposition for you. A real win-win deal.”
“We? As in him too?” She signalled toward Fred, who’s head was bowed in deep shame like a disobedient dog.
“Yes we,” George elbowed Fred before continuing. “It was his idea actually to include you.” Now that was interesting.
“The house competition ends tomorrow and it seems the trophy is missing.” Fred rubbed his previous attacked arm before continuing. “We know that Tom from your house has it hidden somewhere, and you know exactly where it is.”
“And? Why would I help you betray my own team?.”
“Because we all know Tom is a massive prick who needs humiliating, and he’d deserve it too with everything he said about you.” George looked at her meaningfully.
“At midnight tonight you will help us get it from his cabin, and George will set up the distractions.”
She was horrified at that. “Why cant you do the distracting? If I’m doing this, I’m doing it with George.”
“He can’t do much distracting when he’s the less handsome twin,” George winked. “Besides, I’m the fireworks expert.”
“This is all for the sake of a prank isn’t it? The two of you are ridiculous.”
“Pranking is within our nature,” Fred shrugged. “It would be cruel to suppress it.”
“Are you two used to people listening to the utter shite you speak, or am I the only one with the misfortune?” They both grinned at this.
“Fine. Yes. Okay, I’ll do it.”
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The silence was eating away at her faith. This didn’t feel right, everything was quiet. Too quiet. She couldn’t hear the chirping of the crickets, or the rustling of leaves stuck in the wind’s embrace.
“Fred we should really go and check on him. This isn’t right.”
Fred wasn’t a stranger to the feeling; in fact he felt like that every time he was parted from George. Half of his soul, half of him. It was never right, but he wasn’t ignorant to what she was feeling either.
They took off towards George’s hideout, before Fred came to an abrupt stop.
“What? What’s wrong? What is it?” She questioned with haste, before noticing a flashlight flickering on the forest ground. It was blinking in urgency; on and off and on and off. It was aggressively bright, flooding the area surrounding with artificial light. That was supposed to be George’s signal. Where is he?
“Well that’s creepy as shit,” Fred commented, taking a casual notice of a distant figure lingering just beyond the light’s touch.
George must’ve leaked our plan. He thought to himself. Useless git.
The figure began approaching however, with heavy rushing footsteps. Fred placed a protective arm in front of y/n on instinct, he felt nauseated that his natural instinct was to do anything of the sort. To her.
He stepped ahead, placing himself only a few feet away from the new person. He was close enough now to see them fully.
They had the build of a man with broad shoulders and a muscular frame. There were no eyes on their face, just sunken regions of skin where some might have been, adorned with scarred tissue. Notably there was no mouth either, just a gaping hole were one was supposed to be; A mask.
“Alright mate from one prankster to another, the costume is overkill but I applaud the dedication.”
“Fred…”y/n began to urge. Her eyes beginning to adjust to the thing adjacent. How hadn’t she noticed before?
Fred threw a dismissive wave at her.
“Look, I do honour my pride but we could collaborate on this house prank. Double the effect of the humiliation, bigger win. I’m sure Tom would shit himself at the sight of you.”
“Fred!”
“Cant you see I’m networking here?” Fred scolded, oblivious.
“Fred look at it! I mean actually look!”
Fred saw it now; the skin loose and peeling from the sides of its face, that his brain had originally convinced itself was a mask. This wasn’t a costume and that wasn’t its face. This was a creature that was figuring out what a human face was supposed to look like, but it didn’t have all the materials and it wasn’t finished learning.
He took notice of the silver point peeking from beyond its coat. An axe. A thick crimson red coating it’s blade like a second skin.
“Y/n RUN!”
“No shit!”
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Racing after Fred’s physical and vocal lead, the thought of her imminent death became all too plausible. Their voices were intwined in a harmonious plead for help; to warn, to scare, to do something.
They reached the first cabin, their hearts beating in a rhythmic dance. Her focus on their escape delaying the urge to search her surroundings. Or rather, lack of.
“Fred?”
“Yes?”
“Where is everyone?”
“What do you mean? They’re in their bunks surely. We’ll need to get everyone out immediately.”
“Right, and where are we?”
“The bunks.”
“And who’s here?”
Fred’s head snapped up in disbelief, noticing the empty beds around him. Before logic could grace his one remaining braincell’s lonely existence, he raced outside.
Y/n sank to her knees, reality hitting. The thump of Fred’s urgent knocks at each cabin matching the pounding in her head. Everyone was gone.
She got up, raw determination pumping in her veins like adrenaline. They needed to get to the kitchens. There would be knives there, a heavy bolted door. There they stood a chance.
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“Oh look you weren’t that far off with the serial killer joke earlier, you just forgot to mention the massive bloody axe he’s carrying!” Fred snarled at her, his voice hoarse from the terror clawing at his throat. The earlier fear was well gone now, the two of them already returning back to their usual bickering.
“Why the fuck is he chasing us for?” She whisper yelled at him, accusation laced in her tone, choosing to ignore his previous sarcastic remark.
“How the fuck should I know?” He shouted back, glaring at her in the process.
“I don’t know because you’re… you!” She argued, turning away from him and evaluating the cabin.
“My apologies then, it seems I left my psychic powers at home today!” He spat out, blocking the kitchen door with any object in his path.
“If he doesn’t kill you I’ll do it myself,” she huffed out, just for the sake of getting the last word in the argument.
Fred ran a hand through his shaggy hair in frustration, before taking notice of her still frame. She stood perfectly straight, like a puppet held up by its strings. Her hands clasped in a tight fist, the skin turning red from the tension.
“What?” He interrogated, purely annoyed by her presence but intrigued in her reaction all the same. “What is it?”
“If the campers aren’t here,” She turned to look at him, her eyes wide with fear. “Then who’s blood is that?”
He took notice of her face, once illuminated by the silver glow of the moonlight,now was masked by a deep maroon.
He followed her gaze, transfixed on the window in an involuntary daze. The glass was tainted red, blood gathering under it in a thick pool of bubbling heat. If it wasn’t coming from the inside, that could only mean one thing.
“We’re fucked.”
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A/n: I took an educational trip to a bench in the cemetery for inspo for this, just for my IBS to kick in and I had to run fifteen minutes home so I didn’t shit myself in front of the resting souls❤️ I will never try to be aesthetic again lesson learnt.
@thescrunkler @stock0hoim
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snoozebin · 3 months
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“ I don’t get a ‘thank you’? “
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“ oh! i’m sorry. I forgot. ‘thank you’ king of sunnyvale, future police chief Nick Goode for rescuing the poor, helpless, Shadysider me. “
,’ ziggy berman. nick goode.
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❗️| @j02parkk
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hello-georgiee · 11 months
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Netflix was so wrong to give me this man and rip him away from me so fast
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aladdinstardust · 2 years
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vintage horror book covers
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cyruslvjys · 10 months
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Fear Street 1978 icons
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Cindy, Tommy, Ziggy, Nick, Alice, older Ziggy
Fear Street Part Two: 1978
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▪︎Fears to fear ▪︎
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deftos · 2 years
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sadie icons <3
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myabandonedtoolbox · 7 months
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Cry of Fear (2012)
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pink-evilette · 11 months
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raemoodboards · 7 months
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𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍
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movie: fear street (1,2,3)
portrayed by: kiana madeira
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colorspoison · 10 months
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䨻鑭▓⃞⃯ 🌑 ̄ ̄ ̄ 𑩚ᦕᩨᏯ ₅₅₅ Ꮘ✿᥍ᩚ̫𝘁 ༺ ೃ 💠💡✫` 𖠺. ∬🦑ᯓ✿ 𐑙i𝗸ᦕᩨ 𝗏𝗌. ྀྀི ᥰᧉᩚ𝗯𝗹☹︎❡❞🍸◌ ᶜ𝗋ë. .𝗱𝗶ե𝚂 ✢ 𝗆.๑ ꕀꕀ!
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theacemenace · 2 months
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The secret urge to become a 70s slasher movie character over the summer
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cherriesfromeden · 10 months
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simon kalivoda + marina
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caymansgifs · 1 year
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MAYA HAWKE as HEATHER WATKINS (FEAR STREET: 1994)
"Have a nice night!"
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