#tw zalgo

[chazzltup]

𝙉𝙊 𝙉𝙊 𝙉𝙊 𝙉𝙊 -- 𝙉𝙊 -- 𝙉𝙊 .....

HE'S CHANGED HIS NUMBER HOW MANY TIMES?!

       HE'S DONE EVERYTHING HE CAN TO MAKE SURE NO REGULAR PERSON CAN ACCESS HIS NUMBER.

                 HOW DO THEY KEEP FINDING IT?!

 

It's on a burner phone; he knows that much. They keep ... FINDING HIM. They probably know his apartment number, too.

     WHEN CAN HE JUST BE FREE FROM THEIR GRASP?   That text was nothing but an attack. They want to OWN HIM again.                    Getting the police or anything is just a hassle. He's TRIED getting a restraining order but dropped it after he couldn't bear the thought of what they would DO TO HIM if he fully went through with it. DAMN IT --!                                 The text came so late last night that he had already been asleep. Yet, to wake up. And see those first three words. He already KNEW he was in the most trouble he's been in his whole life. Regarding EVERYTHING. Hands slapped to his eyes as his body gave up and fell onto his side, and he curled his body, his knees up to his chest. He could FEEL his head get heavier and his silver hues STING. There was no stopping it -         He was going to cry, whimper, and even SCREAM from the PAIN he was feeling. The feeling of constant surveillance. The feeling that EYES were POPPING OUT from his spine and JUST --                                                                                 A L W A Y S     W A T C H I N G 

A̝̮R̵E̝̤͌̋ ̕W̡͚͔̉̋Eͭͧ ̰͈S̤̖͊ͣEĘḬ̵̙̌̉NG̙͌͡ ҉̼̜T̗͙̱͆͌̐Ḥ͇ͧ̏Ö́͊͏͈̟S̢Ë̲́ T̤ͩW͍̮̎̽͌ͅO̩͖̫̐̓ͨ ̛̺͚̲͋͌̍TH̱ͭ́Ę ̙S̹̤À͙̻̰ͬ̈́M̫̙̔̽Ẹ̠̜ W͗̐̋A̦Y ̖ͭT̩̯͋̄H̥̜̲̋̑͋Ë̬͔̫ͫ̏͘Y̒ ̟̞̗͆̈́ͭ͞S̙͒͡E͉̣̘E ̃͘ͅM̱̫͕͢E̘̹̮͊͐ͫ?̅̆̿͝ ̞͖̝ i feȩl the ̛eyes ͜c̢om̷i̵ng̷ out̀ ҉of my ba̡c͝k̨ -͝ ͏ ͢ ̀ ̶ ̡ ̸ ̷ ̨ ̵ ͠ ͜ ͞ ͡ ̡ ͝ ̛ ̷ ̡ ͝ ̨ ̷ ͟ ͟ ̶ ͏so͢ ̷refr͟ęs͜hin̵g̕.̸...͘.....͘

How do they keep finding me......    HOW ARE THEY SEEING ME WITHOUT EYES.      ARE THEY TRACKING ME?        DO THEY HAVE THEIR EYES IN SOMEONE ELSES SOCKETS?            CAN THEY LEAVE?              WILL THEY LEAVE?                CAN THEY SEE ME?                                                                           𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙉 𝙈𝙀

[iunctura-arch]

VERSE - GENSHIN IMPACT (INFORMATION)

Element: D̶͓̠͖͑a̶̢͈͔̞̿͌̉r̶̬͈͗̋̿ḱ̵̛̞͍̰̙n̸̤̗̖͚͑̉͠e̸̼͖͊s̷̹͎̀s̵̼̑̽͘ Weapon: Gun (Bow & Arrow archetype) Dash: Zero Shift (Will teleport a short distance before running) Normal Attack: Point Blank Marksmanship Elemental Skill: Black Sun (darkens the area around Sabata and causes AOE damage to enemies nearby. The Area will remain darkened for ten minutes, negating all Sunlight damage to Sabata) Elemental Burst: Moon - Elemental Conquest (Using his power as the Moon Beauty, Sabata launches attacks of every element one after the other before forming a large ball of Darkness in his hand and throwing it into the ground, causing extreme damage to the surroundings and enemies around him.) Talent 1 - Mani's Blessing: Creates one orb of Darkness whenever Black Sun is used, up to four orbs. Using a Charge Shot expends these orbs as homing shots after said Charge Shot is fired. Talent 2 - Ringo's Blessing: Extends the time that Sabata doesn't take damage from Sunlight after using Black Sun by expending all four orbs of Darkness created by Mani's Blessing if they are not used via Charge Shot. This gives Sabata five minutes of time in the Sunlight after Black Sun's effect expires. Talent 3 - Assassin's Instinct: While on the field, Sabata makes no noise when walking or running and will not startle any animals on the field unless he attacks them.

An Outlander who was separated from his twin brother as they arrived on Teyvat. A mysterious boy who burns in the Sunlight. He's very resourceful and tactical, capable of keeping himself out of danger while wandering this strange new world.

Although aligned with the Darkness, Sabata is no antagonist and doesn't align himself with any of the 'criminal' groups in Teyvat, instead guiding himself to weaving an information network that he can get needed information from whenever he wants.

A master manipulator and charismatic talker thanks to his upbringing, Sabata can promise things to others he has no plans to follow through with (though finds no reason not to follow through with things he's promised). Most people tend to be charmed by him and how he talks, mainly to his own benefit.

His true goal in Teyvat is to find Django. He legitimately thinks his twin brother just ran off somewhere after they arrived.

[hall0ween13]

I think someone was hungry...

Okay, who forgot to feed EJ?

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Look how dirty he is now.... :<

Look.

At.

Him.

[rs-hawk]

Creeptober: Day Six

He Comes

Zalgo x Gen!Reader

CW: mild psychological horror themes, mind manipulation, sleep deprivation noncon, etc

You had heard about a man that went crazy here a few years ago. The one that abandoned his garage and tore out the hospital as his wife was delivering his baby. To you, it seemed like the man went crazy. His best friend had tried talking to him for a couple weeks, apparently, but he kept acting like he was losing it.

A few made jokes about the incident, and occasionally you’d hear teenagers laughing as they popped in black contacts to scare their friends, or in an ominous voice say, “He comes”. You thought if it wasn’t at the expense of a poor man who sounded like he might have gone and offed himself, it all might have been a little funny. A small town horror story told to kids to get them to mind and remind them to stay away from the bar and to keep their head on straight.

However, things took a dark turn when you took your car into the garage. Oil was leaking, and your breaks suddenly required you to basically stomp down all your weight onto it. The friend of that guy that went crazy, you can’t remember his name, and a slick black oil covers his embroidered name, greeted you. He told you it would only take an hour or two to get it all fixed up. He assured you that there wasn’t anything too wrong after just a quick look.

Sitting in the waiting room, you decided to play on your phone. Out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw long tendrils slinking across the ground. However, when you turned your head, all you saw was a vending machine. As if on cue, your stomach growled. Though you hadn’t been here very long, you decided that a little treat couldn’t hurt.

It was like the next few days happened in a blur.

You got your snack, and the chips seemed to have little bugs crawling in it, making you gag. However, as you threw it away, you realized it was those smoky tendrils you saw out of the corner of your eye earlier. The man from the garage came to talk to you, but his voice was inaudible, and blackness covered his entire eye.

Running outside, everyone you came in contact with had those same black eyes, and voices you couldn’t understand. You ran. You ran past moms and babies in strollers, who turned to look at you with those black eyes. You ran past kids on the playground. People walking their dogs. People shopping. Everyone stopped to look at you.

You don’t think you went outside the next couple days, but maybe it was longer. You couldn’t eat because all the food had those tendrils, and something inside of you said it would be better to starve than to let those things touch you. You couldn’t sleep, because then you heard murmurings of voices you knew but couldn’t place. There was only one phrase you could hear. “He comes”.

The little bit of water you managed to find that wasn’t infected only made you hungrier. You were wrapped up in a blanket, staring blankly at the wall. You couldn’t even be on your phone because anything with a face would turn to you, repeating that haunting phrase.

“He comes”.

After you don’t know how many days, sleep overcame you. There was no use fighting it. Your body was giving out. You had to sleep.

“He comes,” repeated over and over in your head, masking your dreams, filling your mind.

Despite the lack of water and food, you woke up in a cold sweat. The sunlight outside that was able to leak in illuminated the tendrils that were working their way up from your cabinets to your bed. There was no where left to hide. There was no where to run. You did try to pry open your window, but it was no use. The tendrils were creeping in from outside by then too.

You did your best to wave them off with your blanket, surprised when some of them did back up, but never enough for you to slip through the mass. You tried your best to scare them off, or to at least not show that you were terrified, but when they finally began to curl around your legs, grabbed onto your wrist, wrapped around your waist, you knew there was no escape for you. Tears leaked out of the corner of your eyes, dripping down your face as you tried your best to not show how terrified you were.

“He arrives. Zalgo,” a voice from nowhere, everywhere, echoed in your head.

A black mass that was primarily obscured by the tendrils rose from them. Inky blackness where eyes should be. Fingers that seemed to be dripping and drifting off at the same time reached for you. They slipped into your mouth, making your nose scrunch at the strange sensation of steam being pressed past your lips. Part of you wondered if this was a dream, some sleep deprived, insanity induced hallucination, but deep down you knew that wasn’t it. You knew this was real.

Zalgo, as the voice claimed the mass was, used another hand to shred your clothing. You winced, afraid of the claws slicing through you as well, but He seemed to take care in not tearing you to pieces. Yet.

You’re not sure what you would call what he slid inside of you, the closest thing would be a cock, but that’s not quite right. You felt it expand inside of you, pulsing and throbbing. It seemed to be adjusting to the perfect size to make you feel good. The fingers in your mouth pulled out, letting you gasp for breath as the thing inside you slowly thrusted, giving you time to adjust each time.

Your body betrayed you as a small whine of need escaped your lips, your hips rising to meet His. He let out a chuckle, but that was the only acknowledgment given. The pace He set was steady, but every thrust pushed more and more from your mind. By the time you were on the brink of orgasm, you can’t even remember where you are. Your name was something you knew was there, but you couldn’t recall it.

“He cums,” that voice said again, this time almost mockingly.

“Please, please,” you found yourself babbling, begging. You wanted to please Him so He would keep pleasing you. Your hole was clenching around him excitedly, almost desperately. That earned you another chuckle.

It only took a few more strokes for Him to cum inside of you, though it didn’t feel like human cum. It made you feel twisted up inside, like something was changing, but it didn’t matter, because He didn’t stop. He kept up his steady pace, His fingers and tendrils touching and caressing every part of your body, relishing each time you came on Him.

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[appri-dot]

Zalgo, he comes 🤨‼🏳️‍🌈

[mercurymarine404]

art dump from exetober last month!!

Will make a separate post for the stuff I've made with my own exes/sonicpastas lol

[sillysarahsthings]

EJ!!!

Everyone else said EJ, I'll introduce the others another day.

Anyway here's my boy!!

So unlike most mine has one functional eye that he uses to contact Zalgo (or any demon that's bound to him since he works for him.

I actually don't know much about him since I never paid attention to him that much but I think I remember he was sacrificed?

Which is the case here, a cult sacrificed him and he's forced to eat kidneys, he doesn't really enjoy it though but became numb to it overtime.

Another immortal with a death wish.

he's also Miss Black's organ dealer, she pays him well so he doesn't mind.

He had to give up one of his horns since that's how you sell your soul to demons, you gotta give em a part of you.

He wears his mask only on earth, no one cares if he looks like a monster in hell or the underworld.

A pretty chill guy overall, sure he's a cannibalistic killer but he's still polite.

That's all I have so far, I might talk about him more in the future.

[pokeglitchden]

Ma! Upcast the Wish spell at 12th level (same level of spell as a Become God spell in dnd) to cast a Mind Blank onto Simon and Hatter which will last for 72 hours. If any form of Antimagic affects this or it would otherwise be forcibly be ended early (which not even the Wish spell or similar effects can do) it will be reapplied as soon as it is able to be (Ie leaving the Antimagic field) unless the spell ended naturally during that time.

that should make you immune to any such wish shenanigans changing or altering your mental state and condition for 3 days, and should end any such effects that have already taken place. I hope you have good fortune, as there is not much else I can do to stop the Red Queen as is. Remember, you’re only immune to mind altering effects or having your thoughts and emotions read for 3 days. Unless the spell fails somehow in which case you should really consider going to another universe where the wish sky is not happening very soon

A̸n̶o̸n̸ ̵w̶h̷y̶ ̸d̷o̶e̷s̷ ̴y̸o̶u̵r̸ ̵s̴p̸e̷l̶l̵ ̵f̷e̶e̴l̶ ̴l̶i̶k̴e̷ ̷s̷t̷a̶t̸i̶c̶?̷

I think there was s̴o̴m̸e̵ ̸k̵i̵n̸d̵ ̵o̴f̸ ̸c̶o̵r̸r̴u̵p̷t̷i̴o̴n̷ ̶e̵f̶f̷e̶c̸t̵ ?

I̷'̸m̶ ̷g̸o̴i̵n̸g̶ ̵t̵o̸ ̷b̸e̵ ̸h̴o̴n̸e̶s̶t̷ ̴i̷t̶ ̸f̸e̶e̵l̷s̵ ̸l̴i̸k̴e̷ ̶s̶o̶m̸e̴t̷h̴i̶n̵g̵ ̷w̴e̴n̵t̴ ̴w̶r̴o̶n̸g̸.̶ ̸I̶ ̵t̶h̵i̶n̷k̵ ̵I̴ ̴n̶e̴e̷d̶ ̴t̴o̵ ̸l̷i̵e̵ ̶d̷o̸w̸n̷.̴

[captainseamech]

             There was aggressive knocking at Mayor Luskey’s door, almost breaking it and seemingly impatient too. It was way past midnight, clocking around 4am even, of course the man would be upset to be awaken from his sleep. Grabbing the toupée and wearing only the top part of his suit over his pajamas, the man headed outside his home, prepared to scream at whoever dared to wake him up in such a trivial hour...

             Only to find that the perpetrator of such ‘crime’ was none other than High Tide himself, standing just outside in road with thick steam billowing from the corners of his mouth. Oh, he was not happy, and the mayor very quickly realized that with a yelp and shrinking his shoulders as the green light of the mech’s optics beamed over his round figure.

             “O-Oh! I-It’s you! Uh, High Tide, right?” The man trembled in fear and forced his body to approach the fence surrounding his house, giving a nervous wave with an equally nervous chuckle. “To what do I owe you the—”

             “Don’t try to be buddy buddy with me now, Luskey.” High Tide quickly interrupted with a snarl, holding back the urge to be aggressive as much as he could. “I try to do my best to stay out of yer business and always fetch ya yer precious little yachts every time ye sink one. And what do I get in return? Well, ye should guarantee that Heatwave and the rest o the team doesn’t get in serious danger.”

             “Now I object to that!” Luskey pointed a finger at the mech, immediately regretting his action when a growl was heard. “I-I mean, yes I am aware of our deal and I’m doing just what we have discussed prior! You make sure my yachts are always in perfect condition when you retrieve them and I protect the Burns family with the bots too. All is good according to those terms, right?”

             “WRONG!” The sea mech practically roared in response, the steam now escaping from his shoulder and face pipes while getting even thicker. “Not only ye failed to ‘protect’ Heatwave like ye just implied, but ye brought inexperienced people to yer stupid fireworks show, which led to utter disaster!” The cluelesness of the mayor made High Tide disapprovingly click his glossa behind his dentae. “Ye have no idea of what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, do ya? Well, how about ye pay more attention to that stupid reporter instead of sleepin’ and take a look at this?!”

             Opening a temporary screen with the glass of his chest plate, High Tide repeated the broadcast given by Huxley and even dared to show Heatwave’s condition from his point of view. The mayor seemed uninterested and slightly concerned at first — of course he would — until the screen changed for a second time to showcase High Tide’s view of the situation, which made him show relief. “Oh thank goodness the pyrotechnics crew are okay and mostly unharmed!”

             Wrong set of words, buddy. Even his wife, who was spying them both from the door in her robes, quietly facepalmed at her husband’s sentence.

             “Oh really? So what you are sayin’ is that you’re not a little bit concerned about Heatwave’s safety and wouldn’t mind if he died as long as your little precious crew was alive and well?!” The man gesticulated as in an attempt to rephrase himself better, but the mech quickly cut that short. “Nah ah ah! Don’t try and lie to me, yer first impression already said everything that I needed to hear.”

             “Now ye listen ‘ere, ye scummy scallywag.” High Tide towered over the mayor and pointed a digit at him, his shadow practically taking over the scenario. “Ye may care less about the bots, but they try their best to make sure yer citizens are all alive and well, especially Heatwave as he’s always in the front lines guidin’ the team. Now thanks to yer lack of care, he’s temporarily out of commission, which means I will be snoopin’ in yer business whether ye like it or not.”

             There was a pause as High Tide leaned in dangerously close to the mayor, green hues ominously washing over the human as he trembled in fear while hugging his toupee for dear life. “And since I’m currently in charge, here’s what I have to say: Stop hiring hatchlings to take over dangerous situations like this one. Stop callin’ people ye don’t know from Maine to delay our efficiency with rescues. Maybe if ye stop spendin’ yer money on a new yacht or useless project that will endanger the whole island, none of this would’ve happened since ye would use that money to hire capable professionals. Am I clear?”

             Mayor Luskey gulped. “W-Well I—”

             “Am I clear, M̸a̶y̶o̴r̷ ̴L̷u̶s̸k̷e̴y̷?” He interrupted with static in his voice and a threatening snarl, causing the man to shriek in fear and quickly nodding his head multiple times. “Good. I expect ye to send a proper apology letter to Heatwave after tonight’s absolute catastrophe.” Getting up to his pedes, High Tide turned and went his path back to the firehouse, heavy pede falls following him through.

             What a way to start the year.

[dreamsofalife]

Did you know? 1981 was the year that A̴͕͊A̵͜͝A̸͔͊A̵͔͗Á̸̘A̵̟̚A̵̻͛À̸̜Ä̸̗́Á̸̩A̴̪̓A̵̹͋A̵̹̔A̵̘͒A̸̫̓Ả̶̘Á̷̗Ä̵̧́Ă̴̧A̵͚̎A̵̧̎A̸̝͂A̴̪̍À̸̖A̷̘͠A̵͇͝Ā̷̺A̶̺̔Ā̵̟A̵̩͝A̷͉͆Ȁ̴ͅA̷̛͉Ạ̶͝A̸̹͒Ă̶͔

"Duh, I'm not an idiot."

[selfmenticide]

the entity's neck craned and cracked as it eyed the raven from afar , feeling the vessel that barely contained him leak and twist at the sight of a person it once recalled as a ' FRIEND ' . anti had taken the end of the world as a means to get to his favorite possible end goal , taking JACK'S PLACE . who knew all it would take is to be put into the position where it's either sacrifice your form and save your few remaining friends OR allow them all die for your selfishness ? black hands cling to shadowed walls , green eyes gleaming as they pierce through the thick fog of the early morning , disjointed limbs carrying him closer and closer to mark .

despite his dysfunctional pace , anti maintains silence as he practically creeps up on the raven from behind , the only thing really signifying him encroaching being an almost silent static that filled the air . then , as a crunch of fallen leaves cut the thick atmosphere , a tittered , glitched laughter fills the where that cut was made ; something all encompassing and feverish in nature . the creature emanates an odor of strong iron and dirt , each pore of his body idly oozing a deep black blood as he approached the other with a ( literally ) face splitting grin .

" H̸O̴W̴D̶Y̵ ̷(̶ ̷h̷o̴w̵d̵y̶ ̸)̸ ̸,̴ mark ̵!̶ " it's head snaps to an inhuman position , the black ichor oozing from his mouth as it cackled and in the same instance his form glitching to appear almost completely human beyond that deep crimson scar around his neck . " s̸t̵r̷a̵n̵g̵e̷ ̴(̷ ̶i̸m̷p̷o̷s̵s̸i̷b̶l̵e̵ ̶)̴ ̷.̷ " the way it sounds is as if multiple voices were layered on top of one another , something cumbersome and overbearing . " really ̸t̴h̴o̴u̵g̴h̵t̶ ̸t̷h̴o̴s̶e̶ ̴m̶u̵s̶c̴l̸e̴s̶ ̷(̴ ̷w̷e̷a̷k̶ ̶f̷l̷e̷s̴h̷ ̴)̶ ̸w̴o̶u̴l̵d̵'̵v̷e̶ ̵g̸o̴t̸t̵e̷n̸ to ̶your ̵b̷r̷a̶i̶n̵ ̸(̸ ̵B̷R̴A̶I̶N̵ ̴)̸ ̴,̴ ̷m̸a̶d̴e̴ ̷y̶a̵'̴ ̶p̶r̴i̸m̸e̴ ̴m̸e̶a̸l̷ ̷NUMBER ONE ̸.̴ " it snickers , rolling his shoulders so he could stand eerily straight .

" d̴i̴d̴n̷'̶t̶ one loss ̶o̸n̶ ̸y̴o̸u̸r̴ ̵p̸l̴a̵t̵e̷ ̴(̸ YOUR FAULT ̵)̵ teach ̴ya' ̶g̶o̷i̷n̶g̵ out ̶A̵L̷O̴N̴E̴ ̵w̷a̴s̵ ̴a̴ ̴b̶a̴d̴ idea ? "

@goldenthreadstories | <3

[mitchftw]

ℍ̸̛͇̘̻̻́̾͂͛̐͗́̀͛̿͌͋͑͒̐̾͌͋̅͝ơ̷̡̢̢̧̡̢̢̡̺̩̬̘̮̘̮̬͖̣̼̤̪̫͚̮̦̜̮̹̬̞͔̥̞̙̪̦͍͈̼̤͚̙̮̼̩̹̣̱̠̜͚̹̯͎̜͓͙̘̘͈̺̺̠̤͈̮͕̫̫̭̳̠͚̾̓͂͂̑͆͑͋̓̀̏̉̒͋̆̒͛̂̀̉͋̈́͊̽͑̑͛̀̾̍̓̈̋̈́͘̕͘͝͝͝͠ͅͅņ̵̧̗͔̘̺̬̦̫̙̰͔̯͔̪̗͖̹͕̳̦̤̣͍̝̝͉̼̝̦̖̿̽͂̅̈́̍̒̍̓̈́͗͘͘͘͝͠ͅͅk̸̡̛̛̯̲͇͚̞͕͙̺̣̝̫͊̆̍̽̓̃̉̅̑͐̓̄̾̂͛̍̈́̿͗̌͋̿́̎̍͒̇͗͛͗̿̍̉̎͌̎͒̔̂̏̅̿͛͛̓̃̓̔̄͆̅̉̉̃͂̓̋͛̑̀̂̀̓͊̆̓͌̂̀̿͐̌̀̽̈́́͌͗̿̓̔̅̒͋̂͋͐̿͂̍͑͌̚̚̚͘̚̚̕̕͝͠ ̵̡̧̧̛̥͚̟̳͈̪̙̱̺̦̳̞̞͔̪̜̻̥͔̦̖̳͙͇̹̲̙̩̬͍̠̭̟̞̲͒̋̆̇̈́̔̆̏͋́̀̒̓̇̈̒̐̍͗́̊̅̽̀̏̉̃̋̆̒̀̓̓͛̿̿́͊͋̽̿̊̔͑̉̅̈̈̅͛̄͐͋͛́̀̿͐͌̀̒̽̽͊̂́͘̕̕̕̚̕̕̕͜͝͝͝��̨̨̨̡̲͉̰͕̼̤̙̭͔͔̗̥̣͉̩̩̙͓̘͎̼̫̥̣̙̝̭̭̩̤̙̯͜͜ͅͅͅ

Oh, sweet, free XP.

[flamesignite]

Borgir

"E̴̡̩̜̥̠͗̾̐N̴̞͉̍̆̎̽̈́͂͜͝Ơ̵̡͕̯̏̓̓̓̂̾̎Û̶̗̪͎͚͇̖̈́̄Ģ̷̯̙̮̦̪̌̈̓̑̒͋̀̒͠H̵̭̰̳͔͕̜̙̉̏̍"

[flibbityjibbityjabber]

Peppino and

Come on, guys! It's just a regular old Pizza Tower comic! Don't you remember

[Heavily inspired from a post by scraphat on Twitter please give them support]

[perfectwinnerbananadreamer]

Ghostbusters Frozen Empire spoilers

So this bitch

Garraka right I quite literally couldn’t take this dude seriously he looks like a mix between

This bitch

And Fucking Voldemort

I was quite literally laughing my ass off at this mf

[casmodeasgallery]

Happy Halloween 2024!!

Happy Halloween everyone! Happy to post some spooky art heavily inspired by old Zalgo-ified art!

TW UNDER THE CUT: Body Horror, Blood