#horror movie inspired

[spookyshipperfics]

Darkened Skies

Find it: a03 / Fandom: The X-Files / Rating: Explicit

Tagging @today-in-fic

What is it About? Scully and Mulder help out Skinner when bird attacks derail his vacation to a seaside cottage. Everything changes after they are forced to take cover in a phone booth.

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It is 8:07 on a Monday morning. Mulder wants to tell Scully she looks beautiful, but instead, he tells her about the birds. Flapping, deranged clusters of them flood the skies in a nearby town. Typically, eye rolls and projector slides would follow, but this time the intel comes from Skinner himself.

It is not a case; it’s a request from Skinner’s personal phone. The assistant director’s rare vacation to a seaside cottage had been derailed by unruly birds. The FBI’s basement freaks the only two people willing to entertain him, despite his insistence that it is not an X-File.

“I guess he really missed us,” Mulder quips, earning him a small smile.

By 10:00, they are in the car. Scully sits in the passenger’s seat, rifling through the overnight bag she keeps on hand for such occasions. Manicured fingers parse through silk pajamas, underwear, bras—lacey, pretty things glimpsed only from the corner of his eye. The softer side of her she tries to conceal from him.

His thoughts are dirty, distracting, but they keep him busy. They reach their destination just after noon.

*

A children’s birthday party is the unlucky target of avian violence. An overturned cake litters the ground with icing. Balloons are tangled in trees. A lone party hat blows across the lawn like a bizarre tumbleweed. Mulder has barely left Skinner’s side since they arrived. Local law enforcement fills them in on witness testimony. The reports are all the same.

They came out of nowhere.

They attacked unprovoked.

You could barely see through the swarm.

A nearby farmer turns up next. Drawn to the scene by the commotion and glow of police sirens. He explains his chickens haven’t been eating. That something seems strange about the latest batch of feed.

Skinner’s off to collect a sample, his cell phone glued to his ear. Mulder stays behind, watching Scully tend to the children awaiting medical attention. Most of the injuries are minor. Pecks and scratches that bleed more than they hurt.

One little girl cries as Scully holds a washcloth to her cheek. For the second time that day, Mulder sees the softer side of his partner. A side that makes silly faces and tells stories with animated exuberance.

Soon giggles replace tears. When Scully removes the washcloth, the little girl peers back with glistening eyes. At that moment, Mulder knows that he and this child have one thing in common—they are both in awe of Dana Scully.

*

They park in the town center. Storefronts and the sparkling sign of a movie theater are a welcome change of scenery after torn party streamers and crying children. Mulder spots the police station next to the towering steeple of a church.

They are halfway across the street when he notices the crows. Perched in trees and crowded on telephone lines. He hurries Scully along, his hand on her lower back. Dozens of cold, black marble eyes watch their every move.

The church bell tolls.

The birds’ feathers rustle in a frightening orchestra. When the bell rings again, the birds take flight.

Mulder and Scully run, arms swinging wildly as the birds surge around them. He grabs Scully’s hand, diverting to a phone booth and slamming the door shut.

The phone booth is tight and cramped. He is so close to Scully that he can smell her. Swirls of floral perfume. Even in the face of danger, he wonders if she did it for him. Outside perils come secondary to the inner workings of her mind, her feelings, her well-being. The crows swarm around them, dark and menacing. They blot out the sky like a feathery storm.

The sound is the worst part. Fluttering. Flapping. Caws and squawks that are both threatening and panicked. One slams into the glass with a sickening crunch. Scully moves for her weapon, but he steadies her arm before she can reach her holster.

Together, they wait. They watch. Another crow collides with the phone booth. The glass cracks. Scully stumbles backward, and his arm moves around her middle on instinct.

“It will hold,” he assures her.

It’s not until the swarm clears that he realizes his groin is against her curves, her back almost flush against his chest. At some point, her fingers had found a vice grip on the arm encircling her waist.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

The hold on his arm relaxes as she gives him the standard “I’m fine, Mulder” response. She doesn’t move, though. Neither of them does. The excuse of adrenaline is enough to keep them frozen in place. The fear that one of them could have been hurt allows them to stay like that for longer than they should.

*

Blue skies have been replaced by the purple coolness of dusk. The cottage Skinner had whisked Arlene to for a romantic getaway has two extra guests. Mulder helps Skinner board the windows before sitting down to dinner.

Scully’s blue eyes travel across Mulder’s face, lingering on his lips. Her gaze is like a lightning strike, fierce and bright. He wonders if Skinner can feel the crackle of electricity from across the table. If the assistant director does, he gives nothing away. Small talk and the clanking of silverware fill the silence.

When Skinner and Arlene depart for bed, Skinner shows Scully upstairs to the guest room. Mulder is left downstairs, banished to the couch the same way he was banished to the basement.

Somewhere in the twilight of sleep, creaking on the stairs alerts him. For a moment, the shuffling of feet mimics the flapping of wings. His eyelids flutter open only to find Scully standing above him.

“Mulder.” Her voice is soft, barely above a whisper.

They must have started swarming again. Why else had she appeared in front of him? He knows Scully better than that, though. He knows her voice, her infliction. This isn’t an exclamation; it’s a question. An inquiry about what had started five years ago when they first locked eyes. A flash of destiny. A hint of love. He knows his next words count, so he keeps them simple.

He takes his chance. “Come here.”

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#the x files fanfic #xfiles fanfic #msr #msr fanfic #scully and mulder #horror movie inspired

[pandagirl45]

You know, there is something amazing and so soothing about 90s and 80s horror movies camera grain.

It feels so bright and warm, even when you know shit will go left. It just, ugh.

I love it. I adore it. I want to contain in a bottle and watch it all the time.

The freaking part that makes me so gooey and stuff, is a scene from one movie (forgot what it was called) but it was so pretty and gorgeous. If and when I do capture that essence in a film-like quality, I want an Avengers-style horror grain for it.

Something like this. I write with this type of feel too. I freaking love it.

#tony stark #bucky barnes #winteriron #Also besides ship art #Horror movie inspired #I love the grain those films have #90s and 80s style film #i wanted to share #i have so much love to give

[aswho1estuff]

Horror wedding cake ideas

#horror movie inspired #horror inspired #horror aesthetic #moodboard #edits #edit #red moodboard #wedding design #wedding ideas #wedding moodboard #wedding #wedding cakes #cakes #cake design #horror moodboard #horror #horror genre

[autie-j]

Horror movie/game sequels that use the same character are so funny to me because it's like, I went through the horrors, it'll probably haunt me forever, but I survived...I survived. And then a couple years later: fuck, shit, the horrors again?! Are you kidding me?! Alright, I guess we're doing this

#horror #horror movies #horror games #this post was inspired by ethan winters #the guy of all time #video games #resident evil

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: lovecraftian/cosmic

#disclaimer i don't agree with or like the person of hp lovecraft but to make it easier to categorize the sub-genre #but it does also go by cosmic horror as well #horror #horror movies #lovecraftian horror #cosmic horror #horroredit #moviesedit #filmedit #cinema #horror cinema #horror aesthetic #i used ones that have inspiration or are direct stories #a cure for wellness #the beyond #event horizon #alien #evil dead #dagon #annihilation #re-animator #call of cthulhu #color out of space #the dunwich horror #from beyond #the haunted palace #edgar allan poe title but hp lovecraft story #in the mouth of madness #necronomicon #the resurrected

[daily-spooky]

#goth #gothic #movies #american horror story #ahs #inspiration #motivation #lgbtq #lgbtqia #words #quotes #books #book quotes #tv shows #books and libraries #mental health #love #beauty #facts

[krowbats]

very excited to share the full piece i did for the @mcrvenomzine !

#wanted to make a vintage horror movie inspired poster for the current era 🪰 #super honored to have been a part of this project alongside so many amazing artists #mcr #my chemical romance #gerard way #ray toro #mikey way #frank iero #mcr art #krowdraws #you can check out my instagram at krowtesque for a bonus textless version. hint hint nudge nudge

[marooncircus]

Let the fool, let me, the jester, bring the olden tales to close

Let the fool, let me, the jester, a new saga now compose

Inspired by this lovely art: https://www.tumblr.com/circustroubles/730300422345064448/woe-jesterface-be-upon-ye-the-circus-au-nobody

#my art #inspired by circustroubles circus au #jesterface #ghostface #scream #digital art #dbd danny johnson #horror #horror movies #danny johnson #dead by daylight #ghostface dead by daylight #jed olsen dead by daylight #dbd fanart #jed olsen dbd #dbd #halloween #the court jester #thquib #vocaloid #fukase #ghostface fanart #circus au

[qprstobin]

Stobin Different First Meeting AU where they go to prom together. This was meant to be an au post and turned into a mini fic oops (written completely within a tumblr post so sorry for the poor quality)

(edit: realized I should link the fic I was inspired by for those who don't follow me and so didn't see me reblog it earlier)

Steve doesn't necessarily want to go to prom, right? Like yeah, he'd been imagining it for a while, but now that he was very, very single it just didn't have the same shine that it used to. And he really wasn't ready to start dating yet. However, he didn't want to just, not go to prom, and also knew it would seem really weird (and pretty fucking sad) if he didn't go.

Which leaves him in a conundrum.

He thought for a while that maybe he would go with one of the junior cheerleaders. While he didn't have any close friends anymore, he was still friendly with plenty of people. There were girls that wouldn't be going to prom unless they had a senior boyfriend - some he had even gone on dates with in the past who wouldn't think a single prom date meant that he wanted a new girlfriend.

However, he is pretty sure most of those girls would have... other expectations for the night. And honestly? He isn't quite sure that he was ready to get back on that horse either.

... Not that he thought women were horses.

He's pretty sure men are normally the ones called horses in riding metaphors.

Anyway.

That left him stuck. He couldn't just not go to prom, but also didn't want to wind up trapped on an actual date with someone. So who could he ask?

His solution ended up coming from an odd place.

Robin Buckley was... quite honestly, kind of a weirdo.

She was cute, in an alternative sort of way. She never took any of his shit (he wasn't completely sure she even liked him) but also reluctantly laughed at the snarky shit he said under his breath during their Film History class. And not in the fake giggly way girls did when they were flirting, but didn't actually care about what he was saying, just the way he said it. She actually seemed to think he was funny. Even if that revelation seemed to piss her off.

The only reason he was even in Film History that semester - and therefore, knew who she was - was for the easy A. He got to watch movies in class, and watch movies for homework. He was willing to plow through a couple of shitty essays in exchange for a class that he didn't feel like a complete idiot in.

(Well, he was pretty sure Robin thought he was an idiot about movies, but just because he had trouble remembering the names and shit of characters, didn't mean he couldn't analyze the themes, fuck you very much, Buckley.)

They had gotten assigned a project together early on, and it hadn't been completely terrible. She had quickly taken over doing most of the writing portions, but hadn't thought all of his ideas were terrible. By the end of the project he thought they were even sort of having fun together.

He'd always been one to try his luck, take a little more than he was given. So, after that assignment was over, he started sitting next to her in class, not wanting that easy, if sharp, camaraderie to end. Robin rolled her eyes at him and asked him what he thought he was doing the first time he did it, but she never sent him away.

They ended up chatting more and more during down times, passing notes to each other and sharing sly comments under their breaths during the movies. Steve often had trouble paying attention at school, his mind easily wandering away, and it was almost as bad during most movies, but Robin helped keep him on track.

The class turned into one that was done for the easy grade, a last ditch effort to improve his already hopeless GPA, and became one he actually enjoyed.

The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of going to prom with Robin. It made the night seem a little less unbearable.

He thought about making a big deal out of asking her, because he knows that's what girls (and even Nancy) had enjoyed for past dances. He quickly scrapped that idea, however, because not only did he not want to put pressure on her like that, but also she seemed to hate public spectacles like that.

Or at least when aimed at her, they both enjoyed watching drama unfold in the halls a bit too much to say she hated it completely.

So Steve waits until the end of the day, their film class being their last, to pull her into an empty classroom. She follows him without question in a show of trust he didn't realize she had in him. The notion warms him, and for some reason makes it more difficult to get the question out.

"Why do I feel like you're about to try to sell me drugs or something?" Robin asked, raising an eyebrow at him. He squints at her in offense.

"Why is that your first assumption?!"

"I don't know! Why else are you pulling me out of the hallway all secretive like, making sure no one followed us, into an abandoned classroom," she asks, throwing her arms into the air.

"The classroom isn't abandoned, it's the end of the day! Also, who does drug deals on campus, that's just stupid?" He asks rhetorically, before waving one hand through the air, as if trying to erase the current thread of conversation. "That doesn't matter, you're distracting me."

"Well then, get on with it! Some of us have practice we need to get to."

"It's like talking to the kids," he mutters to himself, "Whatever. I wanted to ask - will you go to prom with me?"

That stops Robin up short. There's panic in her eyes now, though Steve isn't sure what exactly put it there. Was his reputation that bad that even band geeks are terrified of getting asked out by him?

"You want to go on a date? With me?" she asks slowly, disbelief coloring her voice, though it doesn't hide her unease.

"No, I want to go to prom with you," he scoffs, "Not go on a date with you."

"That is a date, dingus! The person you go to prom with is literally called your date!"

"Okay, sure, maybe, but I don't actually want to date you," he said, rolling his eyes at her.

Like, okay, he understood his reputation for being... what did she call him last week? A 'huge effing rake'? But that didn't mean that he was trying to date any girl that looked in his direction. A lot of girls looked in his direction. That was too many women, even for him.

Robin relaxes a little at that.

"Then why are you asking me to prom instead of someone you actually want to date?"

"Because!" he says, resisting the urge to flail his hands back at her. "I don't want to date anyone right now. Most people I ask are going to expect all these things from me - they're going to want dinner, and at the very least a kiss at the end of the night if not more, or another date the very next day. Because Steve Harrington is supposed to want those things!" He takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair to calm himself. "But right now? I really don't."

"Well then, what does Steve the Hair Harrington actually want?" She had relaxed fully at this point, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

"I want to go to prom with someone I consider a friend, someone who makes me laugh," he says after a moment of silence. "I want to dance badly to really corny pop music and drink just enough spiked punch that I don't remember how much I hate wearing any sort of tie. Then I want to go get milkshakes or go see a really trashy midnight horror flick, just because I'm having so much fun I don't want the night to end."

That small smile has grown into a reluctant grin on Robin's face. It makes her eyes shine and her freckles pop. Steve thought that if he was in a better place, if they had met at a different time, he could have fallen in love with her.

But they had met now instead, in some shitty public school elective course, and she was the closest thing he had to a friend that wasn't a snotty middle schooler.

"That sounds... like a lot of fun, actually," she says, mischief sparking on her face. "Who would've known the hidden depths hidden behind all that hair."

"Hey!" he protests half-heartedly, unable to keep a grin of his own off his face. "So what do you say? Wanna go to prom with me?"

"I guess," she sighs, acting like it was such a trial to go to prom with him. Him! But her next words make up for it. "Since we're friends, and all. However, I still expect you to buy me dinner, though you can keep the kiss goodnight to yourself."

Steve can't help the giddy laugh from spilling out of him. For the first time in weeks, he is actually looking forward to prom.

#stobin #platonic stobin #st fic rec #mini fic #steve #robin #my writing #writing tag #this was got out of hand #all of the stuff about prom is pulled loosely from my own experiences with prom #both from it being seniors only (juniors at my school had their own dance) to what people did after prom #(i went to two proms and one group went and saw a bad horror movie after prom and i went to a diner with the other group) #also this is barely editted so there is some weird tense switches in here im sorry! #this wasnt meant to be an actual fic i had just meant to throw out the idea of steve asking robin to his prom #and steves voice got away from me quick #this was inspired by the fic i reblogged earlier today about steve taking robin to her prom

[gabsvii]

FIRST POSSESSION 🩸

THE FIRST OMEN artwork inspired by the poster of POSSESSION (1981), from Andrzej Żuławski.

#art #digital art #drawing #illustration #artists on tumblr #sketch #inspiration #the first omen #the omen #horror movies #horror #movie poster #poster

[aswho1estuff]

“ tonight we sin”

“ tomorrow we condemn”

#moodboard #edits #edit #red #green #purge #the purge #horror moodboard #horror movie inspired #horror movies #horror #red aesthetic #movie moodboard #horror inspired #Spotify #SoundCloud #playlist #horror genre

[machetelanding]

#funny #humor #female characters #women #strong women #mothra #tyrannosaurus rex #queen alien #godzilla #jurassic park #aliens #science fiction #horror #movies #inspiration

[ladymewstudio]

John Carpenter's Hatsune Miku

#ladymew #digital art #clip studio art #vocaloid #hatsune miku #the thing #art trend #horror #john carpenter #inspired by #movie poster

[capnhanbers]

I'm a mean green mother from outer space and I'm BAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(scene from chapter 139)

#undertale #flowey #frisk #sans #naya #undertale oc #undertale fanfiction #sans x oc #Jack of an trades #joat #my art #comic #chapter art #I'M A MEAN GREEN MOTHER A REAL DISGRACE AND YOU GOT ME FIGHTIN MAD!!!!! #with these big drawings there always ends up being a song that inspires me through it and i couldn't really find one for this #imagine my delight when i turned on the little shop of horrors movie score LMAOOOO #WE'RE GONNA DO THINGS MY WAY OR WE WON'T DO THINGS AT AAAAAAALL #WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HERE WE MFING GOOOOOOOOOO BITCH!!!!!!!!!! #i had fun experimenting with this comic!!! like the goo! and also cutting in real photo eyes and teeth for that last flowey #big things in this chapter gang big big things #this is a scene we've been leading up to since the beginning :-) since i decided to make joat a big ol vessel for all my utdr feelings #a body for chara a soul for flowey #I'm just :) excited :))) #we're in the finale y'all

[robby-bobby-tommy]

KO: Ugh... Since BreakDown joined the AllSpark it's been undearable here. I even stopped going to a drive-in theatres.

Shockwave: Will a good movie decrease your whinning and increase your productivity?

KO: Mayby...

[*Watching human centipede*]

Shockwave: Inspiring...

#tfp #transformers #transformers prime #fanart #maccadam #transformers fanart #transformers shitpost #knock out #knockout #tfp knockout #shockwave #tfp shockwave #it was funnier in my head.... #i think Shocks would love Human Centipede and smt like Tusk (don't watch if u dont like gross horrors) #KO would throw up and NEVER watch any movies with this psychopath #partly inspired by the song 'red flags' by tom cardy #maccadams

[boredsoup]

Ik I have reblogged a lot of stuff about this but, I will scream this from the roof tops! LET QUEER CHARACTERS BE COMPLEX! All humans are complex including queer people, woah shocker :0. Demonizing or rejecting complex queer characters who do complex things is absolutely insane to me. Let queer characters be messy and bad people who need to grow, we need a balance. Having all queer characters be perfect just makes them feel like a cardboard cut out. Like for example is Hedwig a bad person? yes! That is what the film is about, perpetuated cycles of abuse of power and being taken advantage of. But by the end of the film she grows, and makes a change, even if it’s something is minuscule as giving Yitzak her wig and letting them be themselves. This is after Hedwig previously uses the power they have over Yitzak to stop them from wearing wigs and performing drag, something which Yitzak is passionate about, as an ultimatum for their marriage. She has the ability to after the film, keep growing and stop the cycles. And that’s just one example! Anyway, I know this was long, but in conclusion, let queer characters be complex and messy and make mistakes and be bad people. Not every queer person is perfect. Nobody is so let your characters have room to be messy or a bad person and grow from those experiences and choices.

Some other great examples of complex queer characters of the top of my head:

- really any character from Falsettos

- Frank-n-Furter from Rock Horror

- PJ and Josie from Bottoms

- all of the characters from The Boys in the Band

I could elaborate on each one of them but, then this post would be an essay and ik none of y’all want to read all that.

#this post was low key inspired by #@movingbacktoprimary #they gave me a jumping of point to finally spew the thoughts #that have been floating around my head for a while #also sorry for the long ass post #my posts :3 #falsettos #rocky horror picture show #hedwig and the angry inch #bottoms the movie #hatai #the boys in the band #soup rants :p