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might become active here again

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NSFW hc's under the cut since yall are nasty and asked for them

I think it's safe to assume size-wise he's a bit above average. 8 Inches and cut (sorry to the monster cock lovers here we subscribe to James bodied PH)

I do think he's a fair bit more muscled and toned than James. Not only do I think its visually obvious in game but when carrying a huge metal knife and helmet all day you have to be. Plus I think as far as body type goes he represents James' idealized version of himself (Meta coming about this soon).

Little to no body hair, maybe a smattering of a blonde happy trail :)

Biggest erogenous zones are probably under the helmet (his neck and chest), and this probably extends for his partner too. Since he has a very limited FOV he's very much hands on and feely, using his hands as a stand in for his eyes. Expect a lot of rough groping.

As far as the actual sex goes, it's rough and he's not much for aftercare, if at all. For him sex is an instinct, a means to an end, and an act of domination.

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yall like the Pyramid don't you 😈

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" He who fears being 𝗪𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗗 from the abyss —will be unable to look into it himself. The 𝙏𝙍𝙐𝙏𝙃 can only be obtained by pressing forward— "

𝙃𝙄𝙎𝘽𝙐𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙍— An independent, mutuals only && highly selective 𝙋𝙔𝙍𝘼𝙈𝙄𝘿 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿 of the 𝙎𝙄𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙃𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙄𝙄 franchise. A story of 𝙂𝙐𝙄𝙇𝙏 and 𝘿𝙄𝙑𝙄𝙉𝙀 𝙋𝙐𝙉𝙄𝙎𝙃𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏. As told by LUNA; 18+ WIP

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I know this keeps Masahiro Ito up at night

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𝗔 𝗚𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗟 sound emits from the underside of the helmet, the glistening && raw sinew and skin of his arms flexing as he pushes; aiming to drive the beast of a knife into this man's (whatever he was) chest.

The familiar resistance of bone is met, grip twisting with the hopes of twisting the blade along with it—the sharp and ringing sound of metal knocking him back a stride as the Pyramid lurched with a thunderous growl, the blade slamming back into the already cracked concrete below.

Even then, he's used to the weight; throwing it forward as he reaches out with a hand to shove whatever it might make contact with. Seriously, what an asshole.

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❝ AREN'T YOU A VILE , VIOLENT THING . ❞ spoken with rotten glee , a delight to know & feel pain once more that was similar to the biting of the priest's blade . the monstrosity's weapon is through him , through gut & chest as blood of vile sin poured from wicked lips . alucard is all grins & teeth at the other ; --- eager & content with his bite . the jackal was quickly manifested , choosing to shoot the other directly & without warning . . . multiple times , until alucard could pry the weapon from his chest . ❝ lucky you , so am i . ❞

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PYRAMID HEAD SILENT HILL 2 REMAKE official launch trailer

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The air was thick and stale, overwhelmed by the stench of rot and mold permeating from the decaying walls of the hospital. They weren't empty, though- the sounds of something, be it an animal or 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙀𝙇𝙎𝙀, gutteral and echoing from the end of the hallway.

It was a figure-- almost human on the bottom but atop it's shoulders sat a large rusted helm. It loomed over an equally startling monster, dripping one of it's four legs as it wrestled the squirming and crying thing onto the ground. A loud THUD accompanied the stomp of a thick leather boot onto the poor thing's chest, and as it grew quiet the enormous helmet turns.

HE'S SPOTTED YOU.

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Silent Hill 2 Remake - Pyramid Head

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some thoughts about the remake PH

Someone posted the art booklet for the Gecco statue of Pyramid Head and it appears he has a frame inside the helmet

In some glimpses it looks like they might have included this detail in the remake as well? This is fascinating because I think it really cements the idea of James being caged by his guilt, no less than PH being caged inside of that helmet. I liked the fleshy bits inside of the helmet but to be honest the idea of there being an actual head inside there is creepier to me.

I also really like that he's a bit faster on his feet. IMO he was a bit too slow in the original. I get that he's supposed to be a representation of being weighed down but it also took away some of the scare factor. I really like how with the remake, he's still lumbering but has the ability to move surprisingly fast; and the way he twitches when he walks and moves gives me this uncanny valley feeling. Like he almost moves in a human way but also doesn't.

Another small detail they included is that he has the webbed fingers but he can still move his fingers somewhat independently.

I can't quite tell if they include his tongue but it seems like they might've because when he chokes James (also wow he can grab you fast asf now) it almost looks like there's something dripping out of the helmet but idk that could've just been the water from the sprinklers/rain.

I literally have nothing bad to say about the depiction so far I think this is the most perfect depiction of him we are going to get.

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𝙄 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝙍𝙐𝙏𝙃. 𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙀𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎.

𝙃𝙄𝙎𝘽𝙐𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙍— An independent, mutuals only && highly selective 𝙋𝙔𝙍𝘼𝙈𝙄𝘿 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿 of the 𝙎𝙄𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙃𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙄𝙄 franchise. A story of 𝙂𝙐𝙄𝙇𝙏 and 𝘿𝙄𝙑𝙄𝙉𝙀 𝙋𝙐𝙉𝙄𝙎𝙃𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏. As told by LUNA; 18+ WIP

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The helmet turns downward, following the source of sound. He's had run-ins with other killers before, most of them violent, but he can't place an identity to the sound of their voice. The monster lets out a disgruntled growl, as if to say: 'of course I'm not, you idiot.'

The smell of blood which isn't his own lingers, something that spurs on his instinct to kill but he hesitates for whatever reason, perhaps out of pity for this fool or for the fact that karma had already gotten to him.

The creature slowly shook his massive head as if to say, 'don't do that again.'

"They lied!" A little shroud, a gloved hand covering the front of his mask where--somewhere beneath the vinyl--rested his nose, stood reeling from the solid impact. Pure muscle and metal. Like a brick fuckin' wall. "They said I'd barrel right through you! Like you're a ghost or somethin'."

It had not been his brightest idea. Indeed, it hadn't been his idea at all, rather a bet he took and ran with (literally) after being informed by two Legion members that the executioner wasn't exactly a solid living entity.

A bet he won, but at the price of a beefcake's wrath.

Fool me once, shame on you, Ghostface thought wryly as the consequences of his actions loomed over him.

"I'm sorry. If it's any consolation, I think I broke my fuckin' nose."

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lost souls are not uncommon. kaen themself is no stranger to the idea that - one day - someone would come to pass judgement on the sins carved into their existence ( every life taken, every wound self-inflicted in arbitrary penance ) . thus it is not fear that falls over them as the great shadow devours their own ... it is a knowing, an understanding. they do not dare move, do not dare waste their breath on excuses. instead, the doe gathers what little strength they've left and looks over their hunched shoulder, peering up and up at the looming, lurching figure. "... ah'm sorreh," it is all they can think to say, not that it will do much good in a place like this.

The lumbering figure moves as steadily as the passage of time. It looks strained, his whole body lurching and bent unnaturally from the weight of the helmet atop his shoulders. Heavy footsteps are matched in tune with the shrill screeching sound of the knife he drags across the floor. There's no particular force that drives him. Nobody telling him what to do or how to do it. All the red pyramid knows is the urge to kill, and that some deserved it more than others.

The sound would stop, his shadow tall and reaching across the dimly lit hallway. He can't see who stands before him, but knows by sound that they aren't scared: if anything dully accepting.

It irritates him, that they aren't even going to fight back. The hand not holding onto his massive knife reaches out with intention of snatching them up.

He's going to make them regret not running sooner.

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❛  i don’t normally do this, but you bring out this craziness in me.  ❜ (she's lying. She likes monsters(I'm sorry 😅))

Well that is certainly a first.

The creature is silent, aside from the steady rise and fall of his shoulders along with the rusted helmet atop his head. There is something wet and labored about his breathing, as if it struggled to take every breath.

He can't 'see' the person in front of him, but knows she's there. Compliments or not, the creature has decided that she's not running fast enough; and with the tightening of grip on the handle of his knife leans back, preparing to swing the massive thing.

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Hey baby what it do

He's standing there, trying to figure out what the hell was just said to him.

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hes strolling