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  • nethersonq
    28.05.2022 - 11 minutes ago

    Hi

    Hi <3

    #nether does the talk #shitpost#ask#blood tw #maybe?? just in case #eden lepidoptera
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  • exquisitecashmere
    28.05.2022 - 14 minutes ago
    I was a quick wet boy diving too deep for coins
    #ofmd #our flag means death #our flag means death amv #blackbonnet #izzy x blackbeard #stede bonnet#edward teach#izzy hands#amvs:mine #tw flashing lights #tw flickering#tw blood
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  • nyktoon
    28.05.2022 - 17 minutes ago

    Wanted to try my hand at drawing some AU boys as inspired by their canon :3c (rather than specifically BHC versions). Obviously still took some creative liberties. I’m really happy with how they came out!

    #nyktooned #uf!sans #us!sans #killer!sans #horror!sans #tw blood
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  • shrikemall
    28.05.2022 - 27 minutes ago

    ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘     WELCOME     TO     SHRIKE    MALL    !!

                               ── ✧₊∘ shrike heights, colorado, u.s.a.  ─ 1988.

    less than two weeks after the malls long-awaited opening, a girl is found dead outside of her place of employment, along with a victim who survived just long enough to give a description of the attacker to the local law enforcement. what the townspeople of shrike heights hadn't expected, was that this wouldn't be an isolated incident. nor is the killer working alone. shrikehq is a mature, horror, oc rp set in 1988 in the fictional town of shrike heights, colorado. based primarily in the newly constructed shrike mall, employees attempt to continue working there and living in the small town while it’s plagued with mysterious, seemingly invulnerable killers. we attempt to keep writers captivated with consistent plot drops involving our muses and the killers, and we aim to create an inclusive, diverse environment for writers’ to focus on character development and relationship building amongst the chaos in shrike heights.

                                accepting applications + open for interactions !

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  • lepainlapine
    28.05.2022 - 44 minutes ago

    the thought of vampire!fanny drives me insane right ok like. nobody capitalises on the opportunities her specific personality offers in vampire aus and its a crime like... imagine her homoerotically biting her maidservants...... smiling so rarely that its a huge shock to see her fangs when she does........ daintily wiping blood from the corner of her lips with a lace handkerchief........ unf

    #fangy button....... #ghosts#bbc ghosts#blood tw
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  • iloveitxwhenaplanxcomestogether
    28.05.2022 - 54 minutes ago

    How did you even find me?

    @avictimofthejazz​   (continued from X)   

              The darkness in the dank basement is impenetrable. His throbbing eyes crack open into slits as the shuffle of footsteps slowly stains into his conscience. A wince, ill-concealed, ventures across his purely Italian features. He finds himself gritting his teeth, his tongue poised with nothing, but protest. 

    They’re back for more torture! Luca braces, trying to shift in the chair though his arms have long ago lost every sensation other than violent etchings of pins and needles. A raspy inhale rattles into aching lungs. He supposes being roughed up again would be better than simply waiting to drown... 

    The murky, cold water is already hip high and spilling into his lap. With the pipes relentless dripping--- well-- everyone knew Italians couldn’t do math. And in this instance, Luca really didn’t want to even fathom the equation. It made the headache throb all the more ferociously. 

    A piercing probe of light batters his eyes, causing the swollen orbs to shutter closed against the assaulting ray. When the beam diverts, Luca squints again--- trying to assess his attacker. What he finds in it’s wake is his adopted elder brother. His voice quakes, unsteady from days of inadequate usage.... 

    Thank God for Street. “You know,” Luca muses softly, “for once, I’m glad Sunset Division didn’t get you...” It would have been fairly easy for either one of them to have been transferred to the lesser elite unit. He tips his head back to get a breath, easing the strain of broken ribs against his hungry lungs.

    Street’s humor is met with a shallow huff of laughter. “Am I really that predictable?” He questions. Dom can’t complain that he leads a fairly routine life. Especially, when that’s what saved his life. 

    Sober and tired, Luca answered. “Won’t know, until I try.” Gone is his usual bravado, buried under layers of trauma that have left him exhausted. “My legs are bound to the chair, though.” He confides. The truth was, he hadn’t much strength in his legs or anywhere else in his body. He can’t even remember the last time he had anything to eat....

    “Got any lunch on you?” He prods groggily, his stomach rumbling louder than his spoken words. The humor is there. However, it’s hollow and forced. “You wouldn’t happen to have Hilda on hand? I could go for just about anything out of her roach coach right now. Even the roaches...” Talking keeps his hazy brain semi-conscious. It would be so easy to slip, to give in to the exhaustion.... 

    But, he has to stay alert to stay alive. 

    #Muse: Dominic Luca #avictimofthejazz #How did you even find me #tw: drowning#tw: abuse#tw: torture#tw: blood #Luca's been beat up pretty good and probably stabbed but nothing vital was hit
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  • blackberry--jams
    28.05.2022 - 59 minutes ago

    I missed fic exerpt Friday yesterday so ive decided today is fic exerpt saturday here we go weeeee :)

    this is something i did recently cause i cant stop thinking abt ghost lemongrab 1 n 2 :)

    Not too many tws but mind them just in case

    tw: past cannibalism, character death(theyre ghosts), sort of trasphobia if you squint but like nothing too bad, blood n mutilation because of ghost lemongrab 2’s injuries b4 death, and lemongrab 1 doing normal lg 1 creepy shit (stalking, watching ppl sleep)

    Lemongrab 1’s ghostly figure hovered over the bed, carefully watching the sleeping couple sprawled out over the sheets. His sheets. That was his bed. And the lemongrab sleeping peacefully in it was also him, made up with stolen pieces of his body. It was’nt fair, bits of him living and being happy while the rest of him lingered in quiet suffering.

    The lump creature curled up in his arms muttered something in her sleep before shifting and snuggling closer to the him that wasn’t him. A pang of jealously hit him square in the chest as she carefully slid a purple clawed hand up the other lemongrabs back in her sleep. Her nails caught on one of the many scars sprawling across his skin before coming to rest on his shoulder. 

    No one had ever touched him like that when he was alive. No one had ever touched him with anything but distain in mind. Not even his mother. 

    He had been watching them for a few hours now even though seeing this lemongrab be so happy made him feel hollow. Empty. It was a feeling he had been trying to replace with anger. But no matter how hard he tried, all he could feel was a barren sense of hopelessness and grief. Even pieces of his anger had been stolen from him in death. He wanted them back. It wasn’t fair. 

    He was trying to understand why this purple creature cared so deeply for this lemongrab, a lemongrab that was him, and why no one ever cared for him in such a way when he was alive. Well, maybe his sibling cared for him. A long time ago before he ruined everything. 

    He didn’t even know they were his sibling, not his brother, until recently overhearing this third lemongrab talk about it. That had been the closest he’d gotten to anger since he died. Not at the fact that they kept their identity from him, but that they took for granted that they were created as a man. Lemongrab 1 was not, and he suffered because of it for years. And hearing that they completely took that for granted hurt in a particularly painful way. They were a clone so they should have been just like him.  They should have been so grateful for their identity like he wanted to be grateful for his.

    As if on queue, he felt his rind prickle at the sensation of being watched. He knew it was them, his sibling, so he didn’t bother turning to face them until they spoke.

    “It iiis very creepy when you do that.” They leaned up on the door frame with crossed arms as they spoke, drops of ghostly yellow blood dripping from the jagged bite marks in their head and torso. They glared at him with one sharp, blank eye. He regarded them for a moment, eying their visible rib cage and hollowed out eye socket and more importantly, the way he could see the walls clearly through their opaque body. They were more ghost than him, most of their body was buried in the cemetery near the lemon tree grove. Most of his body however still lived, tethering him in a perpetual state of not quite alive but not quite dead. They had the ability to leave the earldom whenever they pleased because of this, yet they stayed. It made him want to be angry.

    “Iiii am doing nothing wrong.” He finally hissed, snapping his gaze back to the bed and trying hard to ignore his sibling glaring holes into the back of his head. “Iiii am surprised you chose to remain in theee royal castle.”

    “Youuuu should let them rest, lemongrab.”  They ignored his last remark in favor of berating him more. He sneered in annoyance at the disrespect. “You aren’t helping anyone by invading their privacy. Not even yourself.” 

    “Nng, I will do as I please and youuu are in no position to stop me.” He snapped a bit louder than he meant to. The third lemongrabs head turned slightly at the disturbance.  Lemongrab 1 waited a moment for the third to fall back asleep before continuing.

    “Why should heeeee rest,” He jabbed a finger at the third lemongrab, trying to make himself angry. All he could feel was sad. “While I cannot?” 

    “You deserve this.” His sibling stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “He does not.”

    #Adventure time#lemongrab#lemongrab 1#lemongrab 2#lemongrab 3#lsp#lspxlemongrab#lumpygrab #adventure time fanfic #Tw cannibalism#blood tw#character death#Stalking tw#mutilation mention#sort of #anyways idk if I’ll finish this #It’s one of those that circulate in my brain every once in a while but I loose interest v fast #Also I rlly love thinking abt what it would mean for the ghosts if pieces of them were still alive like #That shits just so interesting to me #My writing #Let me know if I missed anything #Also this is kind of messy lol Sry for any errors n grammar or spelling
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  • average-halloween-enjoyer
    28.05.2022 - 1 hour ago

    ok listen,

    #they have literally no correlation I'm just autistic about them #toh#toh spoilers#vane lily#tw blood
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  • callowing
    28.05.2022 - 1 hour ago
    #idk what kind of bird this is #tw blood#tw gore#tw birds
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  • pupkou
    28.05.2022 - 1 hour ago

    tomura likes period sex because he likes blood and intimacy and he’s trans but keigo likes it because he has a scent kink & he’s a hybrid so he can smell it on u & know when u need him to fuck you better (he’s also trans though)

    #knight rambles #period sex tw #periods tw #c.keigo #blood tw
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  • johannesviii
    28.05.2022 - 1 hour ago

    Illustrating SCP-541-FR “Cishumanism”, an android trying to become human

    #scp#scp foundation #la fondation scp #gore tw#blood tw #eye contact tw #this is my general art tag
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  • aronoiiel
    28.05.2022 - 1 hour ago

    Warning for blood and stabbing at a feast table.

    This scene from Oathbringer has 100% Celegorm and Rôg energy 😂😂😂

    Dalinar has been trying to cut his pork steak but he bent the dainty table knife because he misplaced his battle knife. He has been trying to get another one throughout the chapter. For referrence.

    *Dalinar grunted. Then finally spotted a knife.

    In the hand hidden behind the back of a server clearing Gavilar's plates.

    Dalinar kicked his brother's chair, breaking a leg off and sending Gavilar toppling to the ground. The assassin swung at the same moment, clioping Gavilar's ear, but otherwise missing. The wild swing struck thr table, driving the knife into the wood.

    Dalinar leaped to his feet, reaching over Gavilar and grabbing the assassin by the neck. He spun the would-be killer around and slammed him to the floor with a satisfying crunch. Still in motion, Dalinar grabbed the knife from the table and pounded it into the assassin's chest.

    Puffing, Dalinar stepped back and wiped the rainqater from his eyes. Gavilar sprang to his feet, shardblade appearing in his hand. He looked down at the assasin, then at Dalinar.

    Dalinar kicked at the assassin to be sure he was dead. He nodded to himself, righted his chair, sat down, then leaned over and yanked the man's knife from his chest. A fine blade.

    He washed it off in his wine, then cut off a piece of his steak and shoved it into his mouth.

    Finally.

    "Good pork." Dalinar noted around the bite.*

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  • matrose
    28.05.2022 - 1 hour ago

    marriage in silvan tradition

    #blood tw #ummm ask to tag perhaps...for the dead rabbit ....... #i have many many thoughts on this and headcanons that went into it but i feel silly putting them all on this picture....wah #art#lotr#gimli#legolas#gimlas#gigolas #silvan wedding colors are red blue green and white if you couldnt tell hehe....he.he....... #oh ALSO those are all things that are in season from march to may. wedding season #all edible #all real.... #(please ask me about it hi i need an excuse to talk about it more #anyways. longbeard wedding is in the works though in this image it has already taken place see earrings
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  • shrikemall
    28.05.2022 - 1 hour ago

    ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘     WELCOME     TO     SHRIKE    MALL    !!

                               ── ✧₊∘ shrike heights, colorado, u.s.a.  ─ 1988.

    less than two weeks after the malls long-awaited opening, a girl is found dead outside of her place of employment, along with a victim who survived just long enough to give a description of the attacker to the local law enforcement. what the townspeople of shrike heights hadn't expected, was that this wouldn't be an isolated incident. nor is the killer working alone. shrikehq is a mature, horror, oc rp set in 1988 in the fictional town of shrike heights, colorado. based primarily in the newly constructed shrike mall, employees attempt to continue working there and living in the small town while it’s plagued with mysterious, seemingly invulnerable killers. we attempt to keep writers captivated with consistent plot drops involving our muses and the killers, and we aim to create an inclusive, diverse environment for writers’ to focus on character development and relationship building amongst the chaos in shrike heights.

                                accepting applications + open for interactions !

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  • doodle-png
    28.05.2022 - 1 hour ago

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    I rewatched corpse bride a while ago and I couldn't help myself but draw dukexiety based off it

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  • gorryb
    28.05.2022 - 1 hour ago

    Sweet Ada

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  • doodle-png
    28.05.2022 - 1 hour ago

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    my heathers au brainrot came back so have some doodles :>

    cw// blood below 🠓🠓

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  • hourly-wage-writing
    28.05.2022 - 2 hours ago

    Omg! I was reading your meeting S/O in hell stuff, and what if Alastor found his S/O was in hell because of him where Al's partner had kind of caught on to the whole murder thing, but personally ignored it caring more about Al which probably could count as some sort of sin. I just feel like you can't be Al's partner without accidently or purposefully commiting a sin, since you're so deeply involved with someone who has a express pass to hell. Just wonder how he would feel about it all.

    Okay this one is interesting. You're right, someone can't be that involved with Alastor without somehow learning about his murderous tendencies. Under the cut for all the stuff Alastor does, will be tagged, gender neutral terms used.

    -During life, Alastor's partner would likely be someone he met when he was young. Perhaps someone he met through his mother. Someone he grew up with. -For a long time they wouldn't know a thing about his repeated murders, he'd play as stupid as they are to it. But upon them telling Alastor how they really feel about him, he knows it wouldn't be fair to get in a relationship with them without them knowing who he is. -After learning they were oddly okay with it, probably even suspected it. Yet they promised to keep it a secret, no one had to know. They cared more about Alastor than the bounty on his head. However they never wanted to be involved in his murders. -One night he came home late, covered in blood as expected. It was after he'd cleaned himself up and got comfortable for the night when there was a knock on the door. [Y/N] agreed to open it and was met with a police officer who claimed that Alastor and forced his way inside. Unknown to the officer, a small gun sat in a drawer and [Y/N] drew it out and shot down the officer. Alastor was in the hallway in an instant at the sound of a gun shot and [Y/N] could only manage to whisper, "I'm sorry, he knew too much." Alastor knew they had to run and [Y/N] agreed to run with him. -Unfortunately [Y/N] was shot down before Alastor as they were chased through a forest, but he had no time to grab their lifeless body. It was the moment of still in the forest when he heard a yelp from them, followed by dead weight hitting the ground. That was all the time needed for a hunter to mistake him for a buck and shoot him through the head. -Upon arriving in Hell Alastor was unhappy that he let the death of his lover distract him long enough to be shot, but he never held it against them. He never saw them when he got to Hell and assumed the best, thinking they took the opposite direction. -It would be decades before the two would meet again. [Y/N] had known of Alastor for a long time, he was infamous for his immediate carnage. But refused to approach him, in fear he was angry with them for his death. -Alastor would only recognize them when he happened to wander his way into a cafe the same time they were there, sat alone in a booth staring vacantly at a book, as though they were pretending to read it. He'd been waiting to see them and this is a very flamboyant man, he made a little scene of it. -"What's a sweet darlin' like you doing in a place like this?" He'd ask in a coy voice. [Y/N] recognized him immediately but froze in fear. Were they about to be his next meal. Alastor usually reveled in the fear of other demons, yet he oddly hated to see the one he loved so much look so terrified of him. -"[Y/N] dear, don't look at me like a predator. I don't do friendly fire." He tried to soothe the fear in their eyes. They were still wary but dropped the apprehensive stare. -"Did you want something from me?" They'd ask in a meek voice. Alastor felt pity for a moment, he knew they were capable of more than they let off but to see them so wary of him, it was uncharacteristic and he missed the days during their lives they'd look at him with love and adoration as they cleaned the blood off his clothes.

    "I only want to right an old wrong."

    -"How has Hell treated you these decades?" He'd ask politely, to which [Y/N] gave a less than savory answer. Alastor made the offer there - he didn't expect them to give him their soul, he only asked them to forgive him. Forgive him for setting them down such a terrible path, something they didn't deserve. In return, he'd protect them and ensure they were treated properly. No one would fuck with someone associated with the Radio Demon himself. -[Y/N] had their own idea however. If Alastor took them back, they'd gladly give him their soul. They didn't care about being respected down in Hell, they didn't care about redemption, they only cared about having what they once had. Alastor was over the moon to be able to call them his lover once more, but refused to take their soul. -Until they begged him. "I don't care if it damns me forever, I only want to be yours again." How could Alastor turn down something that sounded so similar to a wedding proposal? -He produced the paper and pen and [Y/N] signed their name, once with ink and again by biting their thumb and wiping the blood onto the contract. They belonged to him once more and, this time, no one was going to take that away.

    #tw blood mention #tw murder mention #Hazbin x reader #Hazbin Hotel x reader #Alastor x reader
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