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This sure is a nice little tumblr post here
Sure hope no one turns it into a Analog Horror for no reason whatsoever
>This story involves dark themes, gorey mental imagery, and general bad thingymabobs. You have been warned, bitch.<
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Ethan laughed to himself, watching his boyfriends from across the boathouse's kitchen. They made him so happy, did he really deserve them? No, did they really deserve him, a sad, mopey man? He saw them together alot lately, not because of how small the boathouse was. Did they not like him anymore? Nick would usually be all over him, now he was only over by James, hugging his arm and not saying anything. No flirting, no complements, nothing.
He made himself to the roof-thing they made together, the slightly moldy wood being soft to the touch and right under the stars. He thought of all kinds of things to himself, not noticing the two others joining him. It was a quiet night, he had his eyes closed and his hands above him, and his lovers next to him. They laid close next to him, sandwiching him with love. They said sweet things, assuring him that they loved him and that they would never separate. The boat rocked slowly.
Soon after, they all were asleep. Well, not that long. Ethan woke to Nick barely holding James on the edge, sharp rocks right under him. He couldn't make out what they were saying, it was pure panic throughout them all. He rushed over to them, failing by the smallest of a second, the strict waves pulling both Nick and James into the rocky water.
He screamed out for them, not seeing any remains or either of them appearing out of the water surface. Then he saw it. The black fins, one of the worst apex predators of the ocean. He didn't realize they were so far out, not far enough to reach orca territory. He couldn't breathe, his heart stopping and praying to his wish of a god for them to be okay. The panicked man jumped into the clear stinging water. He felt the harsh killer whales push against him, but he wanted to find them. He needed to find his only reason to be on the water, on the earth, here. He reached the surface, taking another breath before noticing an arm, diving back in to get it, hoping there was a body attached.
He pulled the hand out of the water, James gasping for air as he was revealed from under it. Ethan's tears staining his face out of fear, he held onto James tightly, he was pale. It was just because of the lack of oxygen, probably. He pulled James onto the boat, realizing he was holding a passed out Nick barely poking out of the water. They were alive. They were all together, on the boat. Well...mostly. The orcas tossed the water around them, James helping Nick with the gash on his face from the rocks. Ethan looked at them, the damage setting in. James lost his leg and had been bitten in the side. Nick's face had a huge hole in it, you could see the bone right under his eye and blood over his weakly dyed teal hair.
That's why he was so pale. James collapsed, losing too much blood. Ethan held him up, making sure he wouldn't land on Nick. He somehow managed to pull both of them inside, tending to them as best he could with their lack of supplies. He then immediately went to steer them out of the rocks and whales.
They were free. They were fine now. It was all okay.
Ethan woke up on the roof, gasping for air. Where were they?
He heard them, talking and laughing in the lower level. Of course, it was just a dream. Nothing bad had really happened. "Hey, how....how are you both? Feeling okay?" He questioned, having made his way to their seats. The area went quiet, him looking at them. "What, is it that weird for me to ask that? Haha." They smiled, James standing up first. "It's okay now, Ethan." Nick nodded, kissing his cheek.
"You can let us go now."
Ethan stood there, looking at the two rotting bodies at his dinner table. He laughed. "Nice one guys, now, what do you want for lunch? Hotdogs?" He went to prepare more food, the flies rushing out of his way from the older food on the table. The boathouse was a mess, blood dripping from the seats. Rotting food everywhere, leftovers from Nick and James.
"You guys are really picky lately."
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Got back from the SAT a while ago YIPPEE
this is basically a glorified shitpost
Bruce Campbell "Waxwork II: Lost in Time" (1992)
Charcoal and Acrylic
2nd May 2022
Ah, the sweet joys of TAFE work you alter to whatever the hell you want. 16th March, 2021
Transference
29th December, 2020
Night time
18th December 2020
AN ARM F0R A L1FE SEEMS M0RE THAN FA1R.
I'm super proud of this one! Tried doing a more difficult pose ^_^
One.
Eyes are like the windows to the mind.
Everything is dark under here.
My eyes hurt so much. So much that I can't even feel them.
My eyelids feel weird. I'm not sure how to describe it.
Something feels hollow.
My lungs hurt as I hack up, the dust already in my lungs. My back laying on something soft, but overwhelming.
It smells like earth in here, but just dry and forgotten about.
I need to get out.
I try getting up, but my spine lets out a pained protest, my head already hitting something hard. I lay back down, still coughing.
The coughing feels like someone's cutting up my throat.
My hand blindly reaches out in front of me, hitting what feels like wood. My fingers dig into the palm of my hand and hit above, dust spraying down on me once again.
I have to ignore it. I have to get out.
Something's trickling down my face, warm and unwelcoming. It thickly smells like iron.
No time. Air's too tight.
I get my hands above and try pushing up, more dust falling on me.
My hands are now slamming against it, over and over.
I need to get out.
Splinters are already digging into my skin, stabbing in.
I can't stop.
It's so hard to breathe.
Blood is beginning to trickle down my wrists and bruises are swelling up on my knuckles.
I need to see. I need to see. I need to see.
Where are my eyes?
Sometimes, she wondered if Sabre-kind, too, were merely animals. --- Just a sabretooth wc character questioning their morality after winning a brutal fight- were her brethren, really, just bigger prey too?
Hi! So I've been wanting to draw some psychopomp fanart since I've played it, GOD!! I LOVE THE VISUALS and it's so abstract and terrifying <3
Forgive. Forgive. Forgive.
I wasn't tagged, but I'm still interested...:)
I survived.....probably due to my stubbornness
Tagging: Anyone who wants to do this
pov: you’re in a horror movie
1. create your own look here
2. find out what role you are here
I kind of love the result I got :)
no pressure tags: @foodiewithdahoodie @queereldritch @elhaspowers @gothbower @ohfallingdisco @josephandjamie @josephfakingquinn @johnsimms @cuethemulti @can-of-pringles @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @nebulousfishgills @mimisempai @thelostsisters @lokisgoodgirl @cultofsheep @onesmainbitch @jcbbby @whumpzone @catboysienna @lussiane333 @erdarielthewhumper @abitofboth @galactic-magick @llywenn @chaos-monkeyy @highwarlockofphilly (only if you feel like playing, no pressure or anything 🥰)
if I didn’t tag you and you’d love to join, please don’t hesitate to do so. I’d love to see the results you got. everybody is welcome!
Back with more aphidclan art Artfight attack for @aphidclan-clangen :)
This was actually so painful to draw for many reasons , but I like it
Reference
THE BOILED ONE AGAIN. PART 90390290902390234
the boiled one
idk im not the best at drawing freak-228 but im not gona hide the shitty arts i make
Rob Zombie’s Halloween (2007) (Bloopers)
Not sure if these were already gifs here or not, but hey, they are now. I’ve never uploaded/made fan-gifs for this site before either, so if I did something wrong, please let me know, oops.
Can you do a Gojo satoru noncon smut where he’s like y/n toxic boyfriend that y/n tries leaving but he doesn’t let y/n so he rapes/noncons y/n and babytraps y/n as well
𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞.
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 — 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝘵𝘸 — 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯/𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘢, 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘺 (𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴), 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵
“Are you fuckin’ serious?”
The bitter laugh he gave set [name] off immediately, a pit dropping in her stomach.
“You?” The taunt was evident in a smirk stretching across his face, eyes dragging down her figure — Something akin to ‘sizing her up’. “Break up with me?”
She shivered.
Satoru Gojo was an awful person. She was not going to let his verbal taunts get to her. So, clenching her fists, canine tugging on her bottom lip, the girl steeled her resolve.
“Yeah. We’re over, Satoru.” Her eyes stayed set on the spot between her — now — ex-boyfriend’s sharp sapphire eyes, hidden beneath a blindfold. [name] thought she had made her facade absolutely unbreakable, but her twitching nose betrayed her. A simple tell, but a sure one.
However, at her words, something in the room shifted. Tension thick enough to slice, a pungent kind of odor resembling bloodlust suddenly sending her head reeling. The man’s smirk looked strained for a moment, quick to flicker back into more familiar ground.
Satoru took strides forward, grin only lengthening when she skittered backward. Her eyes had switched, wild and afraid, as if she’d only just considered the danger that came out of this situation.
The apartment got smaller.
And smaller.
And smaller.
[name] wondered if this was an ability he’d been born with — To make anyone who dared oppose him suddenly feel so terrified.
Looming over her so threateningly, blindfold the only thing concealing her true punishment — But she wouldn’t even get such a luxury it seemed, as his hand came up to take the cloth off. Sapphire eyes out in the open, pupils dilated just upon landing.
“What happened? You were so confident a few seconds ago, sweetheart, don’t pussy out now.” Satoru spoke nonchalantly, an air of ease to each movement. He took the lapse in response to lean closer and cage the girl in with his broad arms. She could only respond with more silence, an infinitesimal hesitation stretching farther and farther into oblivion — The lone and level sands stretch far away.
King of Kings — That is Satoru Gojo’s title. He was the god of this world, the next, the next, the next— Gaze upon his works, ye mighty, look upon this rabbit caught fresh on the arrow, and despair.
The apartment suffocated all life out of it, holstering lain two corpses — One stuck in metamorphisis while the other decayed — Both rotting. Blue walls, once a sunny sky’s color now the endless void of an ocean, gray ceiling matted with the flickering, broken light. She’d known damn well Satoru had a better house, some wealthy mansion-like place, but he never offered for her to stay there, he always just showed up here at hers — And she realized he was waiting for her to beg. For her to rely on him.
But, she didn’t, never. Instead, she worked her own job. She paid her own bills, she paid her rent, she bought all the necessities. She lived for herself. If her own boyfriend took notice of her hardships and decided to stay a sadist? To wait for her to end up begging for his help, to land on his doorstep like mutton on a silver platter?
Hell fucking no.
She assumed the deity just got tired of her stubbornness, because what was once just annoying, his ignorance had become like white noise to her — But recently, she knew he’d been sabotaging her. Coming over more, using up more of her utilities, breaking things she’d try to excuse with a strained smile, ignoring his smug one — He was getting impatient.
The other, well, larger issue that bothered [name] was the fact that he put nothing into the relationship. She was the one with intimacy issues, but she had to initiate every bit of touch, or else he’d ignore her completely. She was the one with a busy schedule, juggling a terribly-paying job, but she paid at every restaurant because Satoru conveniently forgot his wallet when she knows it’s in his pocket.
So, [name] had tried to end it. Gathering up every bit of confidence she had, fighting against the memories of sunset walks and shy handholding since intimacy was the one thing she struggled with — They’d never even kissed — And texted him that they were over. Why give someone who didn’t put anything into the relationship any kind of real closure?
One could assume where that led to.
Here he was, snow-white hair and all, glare piercing straight through her skull, as if it could see everything — And honestly, it probably could.
The silence remained of course, but [name] brought a loose fist to her face, slow and steady. A notion that could be passed off as her brushing away a tear or maybe even rubbing her eyes—
Until her other fist came up as well in a right hook, aimed directly at Satoru’s face. It was stopped by some invisible force that she had no care nor time to question, because the man had been caught off guard. In that split second, the king of kings’ knees threatened to bend.
[name] knew that some demented thought that she wouldn’t hurt him had passed through his mind, which sent a partial shiver down her back, but it only fueled her legs to move. She ran past him, then past the guest bedroom, and straight into her own. He covered the only actual escape, so she needed to barricade and call the police—
A hand stopped the door before she could close it.
No matter how hard she pushed, it wouldn’t do anything against the supposed strongest. Satoru’s entire playful facade had washed off. She had a feeling this was what he had been hiding, truly — His glare was stronger, blue eyes shining painfully bright and still, still remaining dull. Devoid of love, but maybe she’d deluded that aspect into existence too. A slightly wrinkled lip, cold sneer of command—
Silence filled the room for a moment as he semi-circled to be a bit to her left, still in front. He blocked the door, but didn’t bother to close it. [name] hadn’t noticed her lip started to wobble until a fresh tear found its way down her cheeks. Although, just before it could pitter onto the floor, just before that soft thud—
Satoru had her on her bed. Grabbed the closest scrap of fabric to tie her wrists to the headboard, and when she made eye contact, saw how all the life had been drained out of his body — Realized he was nothing but a corpse of the man she thought — [name] knew he would ruin her. Fuck her. Rape her, here and now.
As he was tying the knot, not another word said on his end, the girl fought back tooth and nail, scratching, crying. She was confused, why be so neglectful up until now? “Let me go– Satoru I swear to god, I don’t— I don’t know or care if this is some sick fucking prank, just let me go—” She kicked him square in the stomach, but that invisible force was there once again.
“Plea— Please, Satoru. I’m not staying in a relationship like thi– Wh— What are you—” Her words were pathetically smothered by a whimper, two strong hands parting her thighs in a vice-like grip. A warning that, no matter how hard she looked, she couldn’t process properly. She tried to kick again, yanking her wrists against the cloth despite the burning tear.
His right hand’s slender fingers, the ones she flusteredly called pretty once upon a time, dug so harshly into her leg that she thought it might break. That was supposedly enough to silence her, and Satoru couldn’t help his sudden harsh laughter.
That carefully crafted silence had begun to shatter.
“God, you’re so fuckin’ cute like this, princess.” He almost panted out, but the notion still came across biting and condescending in the worst ways imaginable. A broken sob heaved its way out of her mouth, but he could only coo again.
“But… don’t think I’m not fucking pissed. You thought you could break up with me, huh? Right baby?” The taunt had returned. Satoru leaned down to finally slot his lips against hers, tongue invading and wet against her own. His hands moved from her thighs, sliding upwards until he was working her shirt up and over her breasts. He didn’t care much about unclasping the bra, instead just tearing it through the middle and tossing it to the side. Not like she’d need it anymore.
[name]’s chest moved up and down at a rapid pace, brushing against his sometimes, until he pulled away from the kiss to trail his mouth down lower. She tried to kick him away once more, but it seemed his patience was all but gone. He caught her right heel, snapping his wrist sharply—
CRACK—!
Her ankle was sprained. It didn’t click for her until the blinding pain bubbled up her figure, through her throat, onto her tongue — She bit it to stifle the scream that almost tore through. Instead, it all just came out as heavy sobs, tears upon tears cascading down her face in waterfalls.
“Shh…” He shushed her, carding a hand through her hair and kissing her lips once more. The purplish color tinted her ankle now, and while her sock covered the rest of her foot — She didn’t even want to know how it looked. “Now you get it, baby? How stupid it is to break up with me?”
[name] almost nodded. On instinct, she almost submitted, but instead — She shook her head. “No. Get— Get the fuck off me, Satoru. I’m calling the damn police.” And, her glare was almost effective.
Looked more like a puppy trying to bark to him though.
He sighed, before laughing again. Harsher, biting. Dragged a hand down his face, eyes not dull for a second. “Yeah, I saw this coming.”
With that, he snapped her other ankle, swallowing her scream up with another wet kiss. Her legs went limp, and he took the opportunity to knead her breasts with his hands, tweaking the nipples between his fingers and eliciting a small whimper into the rough battle between tongue.
Satoru moved his mouth down to her neck, sucking and biting everywhere. He made sure to mark her up effectively, all canines and tongue digging into her jugular and collar. She cried out every time, pain winning over pleasure. His tongue laved her tits, leaving bitemarks there too. Eventually though, he reached her sweatpants, tugging them down and off.
His fingers edged the fold of her panties, ignoring how she squirmed and whined uncomfortably. A chuckle left his throat, more sadistic than not. “Hah… Can’t wait to see what pretty noises I get when I fuck you.”
She flinched at that, eyes widened in horror as she still tried to move against the binds on her wrists.
He leaned down to rip her panties in half, stuffing them in his pocket before diving straight into swiping his tongue along her pussy. He licked a stripe right down her clit, the squelching noises as he sucked and fucked her on his wet muscle sounding unsettling to one, and heaven to the next.
Satoru was a man of his word, thrusting his tongue in and out of her at such a rapid pace, her cries held a wobbly lilt to them. She was trying so hard to not enjoy this, it was almost impressive to him.
In reality though — She wasn’t enjoying it one bit. Her head was pounding, eyes blurring with tears and the room spun, lips curved downward in a frown. She was angry at everything. God, Satoru, herself — She wished she saw the signs. She wished Satoru would stop. She wished for some divine intervention, but looking down, seeing this man eating her out like a man starved? It was the reminder she needed that Satoru is god.
He pulled away from [name]’s pussy, not bothering to wipe his chin of her juices. He looked angelic, and the nagging voice in the back of her mind wondered if that made her the devil.
He unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it over his head. Then, his pants were off, along with his boxers.
Two strangers in a bed, put them in a bible and watch them burn.
Satoru positioned himself at her entrance, sliding the tip in excruciatingly slowly. It would be more tolerable under the pretense of pure, rough sex — Where he would just slam into her and leave her cold and naked. But instead, under the weight of romance, she felt her stomach churn.
He kissed her shoulder mockingly, and she realized he knew what he was doing. He knew he was stringing this along more than he needed to, and didn’t care.
The man slid in at an even slower pace, hissing out a low “Fuck…” Her pussy clenched around him, only earning a high keened whimper on his end too.
“Don’t say nothin’ against it now babe— Hhn, fuck— Y-You can deny it all you want, but this pussy doesn’t lie…”
Finally, he’d lost that self-restraining-front he tried to put up.
His hips thrusted in and out, hitting that spongy spot inside her — [name]’s toes curled. He kept whimpering, groaning, crying out her name every time he sunk inside.
“F-Fuckfuckfuck— You feel so good— Can’t— Won’t last—“ He groaned all raspy and breathy, ignoring her cries from underneath him.
Pleas for “Toru— ‘Toru please, please stop— Stop—“ Bubbled off her tongue, hanging in the air like unanswered prayers.
Faster and faster and faster. His hips rolled up into hers with the fervor of a devoted worshipper, a catholic kind of guilt in her eyes every time they met. His thrusts were relentless in every aspect of the word, hard, quick, and deep.
He moved her thighs to wrap around his waist, nails digging into them again. Over and over again, stinging pain like a blossom in the middle of a fiery massacre. It was the only constant in this whole ordeal, and she wondered what that meant.
Though, when he started to the stutter, hips too, all thoughts were silenced. He wasn’t pulling out. He wasn’t— He wasn’t—
“Sa— Satoru no, no, nononono no—“
She was cut off by the sudden sensation of Satoru’s hips stilling against hers, pelvis’ meeting at the center as his load spilled into her pussy. Ropes and ropes of white shot deep inside, stuffed full.
Where their bodies met, they truly became one.
[name] panted heavily, breaths all fucked up and skittery. Her body twitched, wrists burning and red from the rope burn. Her thighs fell numb around his waist, and her head cocked back as the earth stopped turning for a second.
Silence stretched far and further over the deserted apartment, door open and all. Prophetic records played in the room over, some 90’s rap serenade.
His hips started moving again before she could place what song it was, momentary peace diloricated and hung like caprizant ventricles, left and right, in and out.
Just two strangers in a bed. Let the scripture decide how their stories end.
☆ 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘺𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘶
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 ☆
call me prix ☆
masterlist ☆
she/her for pronouns prty pls ☆
bisexual ahh mf ☆
horror fan to the extreme ☆
only writing dark content, fem reader ☆
this includes horror, extreme yandere, nsfw, gore, etc ☆
please request as frequently as possible !! ☆
requests should include the general plot of the idea, characters included, and if it's smut or not ☆
current fandoms i'm writing for are:
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BLOOD IN MEDIA
American Psycho Crimson Peak Evil Dead II Ready or Not The Texas Chain Saw Massacre Near Dark Halloween The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning Saw 0.5 Candyman
[flashing warning] ITS JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS!
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OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS
A little fanart of the needlemouse vhs series
