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TJ MIKELOGAN'S HALLOWEEN 2023 EVENT, Day 23
haunted houses: HELL FEST (2018) dir. Gregory Plotkin
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You already KNOW what it is babes...@unnamed-blob writes a scrumptious Hell Fest fic, I am immediately possessed by a Creature™️ to draw fanart of it or else I may combust into meat particles.
Final girls are so unappreciative smh my head /:
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He's canonically a girldad sorry
#whump#my art#hell fest 2018#hell fest#the other#natalie#slashers#slasher fanart#masked whumper#whump community#whump scenario#whumper#whumpee#whump ideas#implied whump#blood#yandere#male yandere
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Run Rabbit, Run, Run, Run
⇢ Pairing: The Other/Natalie
⇢ Length: Oneshot
⇢ Synopsis: Months after the gruesome night, Natalie has somewhat managed to move past it to continue with her life. Staying late to study at the library might be her biggest mistake yet though.
Natalie shivered as a brisk fall breeze nipped at her cheeks, mussing her hair as she drew her jacket tighter around herself. She muttered a few choice words under her breath as she quickened her pace, her backpack thumping uncomfortably against her back.
It’d really been entirely her own fault, too caught up in cramming for an exam to notice the sun had long set and the library had closed until a hand landed on her shoulder, nearly jolting her out of her chair as a kind librarian softly notified her to head home. The brunette dug her hand into her pocket to fish her phone out, clicking the buttons and waiting for it to light up.
Nothing. Of course.
She sighed as she dropped it back in. She’d hoped it would have just a bit of leftover battery to let her call Brooke to pick her up, but no luck. The buses had all stopped by now so Natalie was subject to the long, chilling walk back to their shared apartment.
She flinched at each shadow stretching before her, unease curling in her gut at the abandoned streets and the heavy silence that pressed down on her shoulders. Natalie stopped to give another cautious glance around, straining her ears for the slightest sound.
Nothing but the rustle of dried leaves in the wind.
Right, of course, she huffed to herself, picking up the pace once more as she cast a quick glance over her shoulder. Months ago, she and Brooke had refused to leave the apartment, terrified of hands springing out of dark spaces, of a wretched mask leaping at them and a bloodstained weapon lodging itself into their chest. But life moved on, and after months of radio silence Natalie had finally managed to dispel some of the tension that coiled in her frame at all times, brave enough to walk outside without jumping and nearly shrieking at each rustle.
A twinge of pain flared in her neck and she winced as she reached upwards to massage at the sore muscles. She groaned, stretching her neck, as her hand fell limply. She really needed to fix that sitting position, pouring over books for hours, curled like a shrimp was NOT doing it for her posture.
A snap from behind rang out and Natalie startled, whipping around fast enough for her ponytail to slap her in the face, wide eyes darting from each corner of the street to the other, scanning the dark spaces spread out between the streetlamps. She held still enough until she could only hear the thumping of her own heart beat, pulled taunt and tense. Several minutes stretched in silence before Natalie released the breath she was holding, unclenching her fist from the necklace she’d unconsciously grasped in her panic, the metal edges digging into the soft palm of her hand.
Just the wind, nothing more.
She shifted slightly, casting another calculating sweep before she turned back around, focusing forwards.
Her heart froze in her chest, breaths halting in a choked, labored gasp at the figure standing at the end of the street, barely out of reach of the light of a streetlamp, a dark hoodie swaddling their figure. Natalie swallowed past the lump swelling in her throat, a hand fumbling for the pepper spray nestled in her pocket, a slight wave of relief sweeping over her as her fingers curled over the cylindrical object.
She grasped it in a white knuckled grasp, eyes frozen on the stranger. It couldn't be him. Probably just some drunken college student stumbling back to the dorms.
It couldn’t be him. There’d been no signs for months.
It couldn't be him, she’d stabbed him.
The figure shifted slightly, a half step forward into the light that stole all of Natalie’s breath and made her knees buckle under her, threatening to sweep her to the ground in a fetal position, all too reminiscent of how Brooke had cowered before him that night. A familiar, mangled mask with those ugly, lopsided eye holes grinned back at her, the figure’s hands clenching slightly at his sides before he slowly, painfully slowly, shifted.
He raised a hand in the space stretching between them, then crooked a finger at her, beckoning her towards him, tilting his head to the side.
Natalie swallowed past the fear rising in her throat, the painful constrict in her chest, the irregular thumping of her heart. She whirled around and bolted, feet slamming into the ground as she pumped her arms, eyes burning against the piercing cold wind.
Behind her came the dreaded sound of steel toed boots breaking into a run, her legs shaking as the deja vu of the night slammed into her. She nearly stumbled over her own feet as she lurched into the nearest alleyway, pushing off the wall to scramble forwards. She choked on a sob as she heard him behind her, could hear him closing the distance, his panting breaths amplified alongside her jack-hammering heart.
Too close, too close!-
Natalie whirled around, shrugging off her backpack as the killer reached for her, fingers ghosting the air above her jacket before she slammed the bag into his face, not daring to waste another second before she spun around.
The world stilled for a moment, the only sound Natalie could hear being her own panicked breathing. Dimly, foolishly, she hoped one of the corners of her textbooks had lodged itself into his eye, that he lay crumpled against the ground in agony. Instead, the sound of his renewed steps echoed in her ears like a shot of a gun.
Natalie panted through panicked breaths, swerving onto a street at random, nearly slamming into a wall as she winced at the painful slice of brick against her shoulder. Her eyes desperately scoured the empty streets. Gosh damn it-
How hard was it for there to be one cop doing his rounds! Or one person to be out! An open shop? Anything!?
She yelped as a shrouded arm caught her in the middle, yanking her back into a broad chest as the killer dragged the two of them into the yawning mouth of an alleyway, arms curled around her like a suffocating snake as Natalie wriggled and kicked and spit like a rabid animal.
She grappled for her pepper spray as a hand covered her mouth, muting her screams. The brunette reeled her arm out before she slammed her elbow into his gut, relishing in the muffled grunt he gave as his hold loosened momentarily. Her hand encircled the familiar shape before she lifted her arm, yanked the toggle out-
A force slammed into the side of Natalie’s head and she blinked as her world tilted, vision suddenly wavering and shifting out of focus. The bottle clattered dully to the ground from her limp hold as her body sagged and tilted sideways, her knees giving out from under her before she was caught with a strong grip around her middle. She blinked dully as the world shifted and wavered to black, grimacing uncomfortable as a wetness plastered her hair to her face. Her head pounded in tune with her heart, the ringing in her ears drowning out any sounds.
She blinked, then her eyelids fluttered shut, her head lolling to the side as she dropped against the arm holding her up.
The Other gave a muffled sigh of relief, his figure visibly uncoiling as he gently tilted her limp head to a better angle, shifting her hair out of the way to brush a thumb over the blood staining the side of her head. He stared at the red liquid thoughtfully, smearing the blood across his fingers as he tilted his head to the side to look at her peaceful expression.
It wasn’t too hard of a hit, she’d heal.
He grunted as he lowered down briefly, grasping behind her knees with own arm and shifting the other behind her back, letting Natalie fall into a bridal hold against his chest as he straightened. He paused for a moment, stock still as his dark eyes trailing over her prone figure, a spark in his eyes flaring from behind the crevices within the distorted mask.
Then he shifted, turned on his heel, and disappeared down the alleyway, Natalie’s limp figure swallowed by the darkness.
The leaves rustled in the breeze, whispered, then fell silent.
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I thought they were pretty cute🖤
#art#digital art#digital drawing#fanart#hell fest#hell fest 2018#the other x natalie#slasher#slasher art
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I had to say it
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Gavin is so boring. Natalie should’ve been trying to become a throuple with Brooke and Quinn.
#hell fest#Natalie#Brooke#Quinn#broquinnat#hell fest 2018#Brooke x Natalie#brooke x natalie x Quinn#brooke x Quinn#original post
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SUMMARY: A masked serial killer turns a horror-themed amusement park into his own personal playground, terrorizing a group of friends while the rest of the patrons believe that it is all part of the show.
Tony Todd and Bex Taylor-Klaus are the sole redeeming factors of this movie. The mod really liked the concept but the execution was very much lacking.
#hell fest (2018)#slasher#2010s#united states#north american movie#horror#movies#poll#more than 50% havent heard
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Hell Fest (2018)
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Grave Reacts: Hell Fest (2018) - 10/18/2022
In this video, my roommate will be reacting to her very first watch of Hell Fest from 2018. This one really scared her good!
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Hello. Do you have any idea if anyone has translated or summarized the Bar Boo episodes with DIR EN GREY members? (Ep.s 2, 7 and 18 on Youtube). Also, the interviews during Lunatic Fest 2018, where members signed the chalk wall. I know this is a lot for a request, but thank you in advance!
kyotakumrau and thepriceofbeingaroseisloneliness have posted some translations:
Plus, sometimes you can find kind souls who posted subs in the comments below the videos, like:
Die x Gara episode - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1oAxbJDjIrI&lc=UgyCrhY6r54vlvI0VR54AaABAg [This should load the page with the right comment at the top, below the video description.]
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do you have the full list for horror movies condemned by the church? Thank you
so there's kinda seperate lists for it, ones condemned by the Legion of Decency, during the years of
Legion of Decency (before it was stopped in 1978):
Rosemary's Baby (because it depicts satanism)
The Devils
The Wicker Man (promotion of sexuality & violence)
Lemora, A Child's Tale of Supernatural
The Rocky Horror Picture Show (promotion of sexuality)
Carrie
The Omen (because it depicts that idea that there is an antichrist in the book of revelations)
J.D.'s Revenge
Dawn of the Dead
The Exorcist (this one is so-so because it was still banned for its profanity & sexual situation, but it's not like they hated the idea that it promoted the catholic church; no the church did not help the exorcist production)
These modern ones morally offended the Catholic Church (this list is offically complete from starting in 2003-July 2022, since OSC News took them over to do movies reviews)
28 Weeks Later
30 Days Later
The Belko Experiment
Black Swan
Brightburn
The Cabin in the Woods
Candyman (newer one)
Child's Play (remake)
The Collection & The Collector
The Crazies (remake)
Crimson Peak
The Descent
The Devil's Rejects
The Devil Inside
The Evil Dead (remake)
Final Destination 3 & 5
The entire of the Purge movies
Freaky
Friday the 13th (remake)
Friend Request
Fright Night (remake)
The Green Inferno
The Grudge (remake: 2019)
Halloween (remake: 2007) & Halloween II
Halloween (2018) & Halloween Kills
Hell Fest
High Tension
The Hills Have Eyes (remake)
Hostel & Part 2
The Hunt
It Follows
It Chapter 2
Jennifer's Body
Jigsaw (2017)
The Last House on the Left (remake)
Let me In
Ma
Malignant
Midsommar
Mother!
My Bloody Valentine (remake)
My Soul to Take
A Nightmare on Elm Street (remake)
One Missed Call (remake)
Pet Sematary (remake)
Piranha 3d
Prometheus
Ready or Not
The Ruins
All Saw movies
Scream (2022) & Scream 4
Shark Night 3D
Silent Hill
Slither
Sorority Row
Spiral
Splice
The Stepfather (remake)
The Strangers: Prey at Night
Studio 666
The Texas Chainsaw 3D
Tusk
Underworld series
Unfriended
We Summon the Darkness
Wolf Creek
X
You're Next
Zombieland 2
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Don't go anywhere. He'll be back in just a minute.
#my art#hell fest#hell fest 2018#the other#natalie#the other x natalie#slasher x final girl#slasher fanart#slashers#slasher art#slasher movies#whump#whump prompt#whumpee#whump community#whump tropes#whump scenario#whumpblr#female whump#whumper#masked whumper#female whumpee#lady whump#lady whumpee#creepy whumper#intimate whumper
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Welcome to Hell, baby. You signed the waiver, right?
#my art#hell fest#hell fest 2018#the other#natalie#slashers#slasher fanart#IF THERE WILL BE NO HELL FEST FANART...THEN I SHALL MAKE IT...ESPECIALLY IF ITS TO SHIP THE FINAL GIRL....#blood#manhandling#whump#whump community#whump scenario#whumper#whumpee#whump ideas#lady whump#female whump#lady whumpee#female whumpee#masked whumper#yandere#male yandere#literally cannot remember the last time i made fan content but that should show you the chokehold this has on me
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If he likes me, takes me home
⇢ Pairing: The Other/Natalie
⇢ Length: Oneshot
⇢ Synopsis: After the scare in the maze and the ride cart, Natalie is obviously tense and on edge. It's alright though! It's a scare park, and what's the worst that could happen in the Deadlands?
⇢ AN: [standing on top of a wooden box, hands on hips] I am the writer and I! [juts thumb at self] call it canon that the scare actor in the cart ride was our guy!!
Also you're telling me, the setting was in a horror attraction park, in a section where the actors could physically pick up guests, and the movie DIDN'T use it as a way for The Other to yoink Natalie??
Natalie pressed closer to Brooke, flinching as a zombie lunged at her, growling and spitting, before he lurched away and continued on to find his next victim. She grimaced and shrugged off some of the green goo that had launched from his costume onto the shoulder of her jacket, anxiously glancing back to ensure he was gone.
The group burst into laughter at the jumpscare, before loudly clamoring over each other to proclaim the next best place to visit, arguing over the conflicting options. Natalie drew the jacket tighter around herself, tensely curling lower as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Brooke glanced over at her best friend, noticing her unnatural stiffness and silence. She leaned in to link her elbow with her’s, drawing her closer.
“Hey, what’s wrong? You don’t look so good.” She tilted her head to the side, glancing up at Natalie with furrowed brows and a slight frown, scanning her figure. “Was it the zombie? Don’t worry, it doesn’t look like the jacket’ll stain.”
Natalie flinched, shame curling in her gut that her discomfort had been so noticeable. She opened and closed her mouth several times, struggling to find the words as she screwed her face in thought.
“I guess I'm just-... tense. After the ride and the guy in the maze.” She explained lamely, raising and dropping a shoulder in a halfhearted shrug, focusing intensely on the ground in front of her.
She didn't want to ruin the rest of the night for the others, acting like some toddler throwing a tantrum, but Natalie couldn't shake off the fear clinging to her like a second skin. It’d been bad enough to watch the scare actor stab the screaming girl, her fear too visceral to be acting, much less the haunting look of her eyes growing dim, the recollection making a shiver crawl up the her spine. Somehow, it’d become worse after the scare in the ride into the deadlands, the actor that had slowly crawled into the ride with her while she was pinned down curling too close to her for comfort, his eyes intensely focused on each twitch and struggling breath she took.
Brooke squeezed her arm in comfort, knocking her head against Natalie’s shoulder, causing a ghost of a smile to flicker at the edges of her lips at the familiar, comforting action.
“Yeah, well-”, Brooke started, releasing Natalie to draw her fists up in front of her, “no guy, creepy killer or stalker or what, is getting to my girl. I’ll punch him into next week!” She jabbed at the air, dodging in exaggerated movements before she tripped over her own feet, stumbling from the alcohol she’d downed earlier. Natalie caught her by the elbow before she could fall, breaking into a chuckle that Brooke immediately lit up at.
“Right, my hero.” the brunette joked, mock bowing to her with her other palm over her chest. Brooke grinned, leaning in close for a rebuttal before Natalie yelped, suddenly yanked away. The world tilted, her feet flying into the air as an arm wrapped around her waist and she was thrown over a shoulder. She pushed her upper body up against the scare actor’s back, meeting eyes with an equally shocked Brooke, mouth agape, as the killer clown bolted off.
Taylor whooped and laughed obnoxiously in the distance, the others reacting in delayed shouts as Natalie dug her nails into the fabric of the costume, heart lurching at each jostle as the figure raced across the grounds, deftly dodging entertained groups.
The scare actor finally slowed his pace once they came to the edge of the Deadlands, the area deserted and empty, with only the fences around that marked the end of the park. Natalie groaned to herself at the large distance they’d covered, trying to recall the exact pathways she’d have to take back to her friends.
“You can let me down now,” she grumbled lightly, shoving her hands against the clown’s back to try and peer past the empty stands, craning her head for a glance of the others. Where were they? Did they just let her get abducted? And no one chased after??
The actor gave no answer and Natalie’s head snapped around to the sudden creaking of a gate opening, wide eyes darting to the hidden, swinging gate that led outside.
That the actor was passing through.
Out of the park.
That- that wasn’t normal-
She yelped, slamming her fists against his back as her legs flailed in the air, trying to knock her knee against the actor’s jaw. He paid her no mind, easily shifting her higher up on his shoulder, holding her in place with one arm. He casually shut the gate with his other, as if he didn’t have an entire kidnapped, flailing college student slung over his shoulder. Natalie coiled into herself, drawing up, before lunging for the back of his head, latching onto the bright, orange hair on his head and yanking upwards.
She gasped in mute terror as the clown mask easily came off, a second, familiar mask slowly tilting to look up at her, scrutinizing her as if she were a misbehaving child. Natalie stared at the same, scorched face that’d been following her all evening, heart lurching in her chest.
She desperately twisted back around, terror grasping at her throat as she scoured the area for any sight of her friends, the sight of anyone. The figure easily continued away from the park grounds as Natalie yelped and kicked, scratching at his back. She gave a final yell that echoed through the empty grounds, her own petrified screams her only reply.
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“Hey, shouldn’t we have found Natalie by now?” Asher quipped, glancing around the area. They’d already circled the entire park twice, Brooke their steadfast lead as she’d call for Natalie every few seconds, pausing to listen for a reply before she’d quicken her pace once more.
Taylor elbowed him in the gut, hissing at him to “shut up!” as Brooke visibly faltered at the words, slowing to a stop to scan the area, frantically turning in every direction.
“Hey, it’s alright,” Quinn soothed, stepping forward to curl an arm around her as she leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder. “I’m sure we missed her while looking for her. Maybe we just passed each other trying to find one another. Ok?”
Brooke hesitantly nodded in response, her phone already in her hand as she refreshed her messages with Natalie, checking to see if she had replied to her innumerable, increasingly distressed texts. Quinn squeezed her closer, leaning down to plant a kiss on the top of her head, before straightening and tugging her in a different direction.
“Then we’ll check out the security station, maybe Natalie was the smarter of us all and she’s just waiting for us there. And her phone probably died.”
Brooke nodded hesitantly, following her boyfriend with an obvious drag in her steps as Quinn cast a forlorn glance behind to the other two. Taylor shifted uncomfortably before she stepped closer to Brooke, enveloping her in a tight hug.
“C’mon, this is Grade School, she’ll be alright.” She tried to joke but the words fell flat, the female swallowing at the sudden lump in her throat and squeezing Brooke tighter.
She’d be alright, nothing could’ve happened.
If anything, Taylor shifted her thoughts to a lighter note, they’d all laugh at this later down the line. Maybe she could even use it against Natalie, teasing her for getting lost like a child in the amusement park.
Taylor released Brooke, letting her hand fall to the other’s back as the group shuffled onwards.
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Hell Fest
2018 • R • 1h29m
A masked serial killer turns a horror-themed amusement park into his own personal playground, terrorizing a group of friends while the rest of the patrons believe that it is all part of the show.
#horror#horror movies#horror movie#movie#movies#movie posters#posters#poster art#poster#hell fest#2010s horror#2010s#2010s horror movie#2010s horror movies
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