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Mr sexy himself, Kota’lyutin or Kota, showing off his stripes 😏 in reality he’s just lazing at home probably. And yes, his pattern is inspired by tiger sharks. He’s the cutest.

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SILENT HILL 2 • dev. Bloober Team

In my restless dreams, I see that town. Silent Hill.

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oh god it’s that time of the year again, so here are some quick reminders:

The content allowed on AO3 is legal according to American law. This is a sensible place to draw the line when your explicitly stated aim is to have a fanfiction site where the content is not subjected to random purges for obscure reasons

AO3 is run by a non-profit organisation. Nobody is making any money out of this, and when the donation drive goal is exceeded, excess money will go to running the site in the future and fighting potential legal battles for the right to create fanworks

It’s possible to donate to AO3 and various charities etc, stop acting as though every cent donated to AO3 is a cent taken from “people who need it more”

“Fiction affects reality” yes but the fiction that actually has a societal impact is the latest heteronormative, subtly racist, mass marketed drivel from Disney, not that one properly tagged incest PWP fic with 150 hits and 40 kudos on AO3

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this is a request from a03 so might as well post it here too ig 🥱 request: Can I request killer!reader x leon? Cute fluff, smut, anything? I love the dynamic sm. Maybe even a male reader :(

The fire crackles in the near distance, the orange casting a soft glow to the surrounding campground as you watch, your form pressed against a tree, the bark scraping against your fingertips. This setting is uncomfortable, different; the silence is almost too much, your ears already well adjusted to the screams and cries of your prey. But now, with the never ending night surrounding your immediate area, you’re uncertain what to do with yourself, where to go from here. 

And so, you watch, your eyes tracing the sparks that dance upwards, a slight impatience twitching underneath your skin. Where is he?

Your patience is rewarded, as your favorite emerges from the fog, his bangs hanging in his eyes as he drags himself over to one of the logs, kneeling behind before pressing a hand against the stump. His form is slumped, tired, and yet, he remains upright, one knee to the ground and the other bent as to be ready, as to be vigilant. 

It’s a trait that caught your eye, that piqued your interest. Most survivors are merely shells, merely bodies that have no other choice but to stay alive. Not your favorite though. No, this man is strong, protective – he keeps himself awake, keeps himself alive for others.

He’s alone this time, and as such, you peek out from the tree a ways, your gaze heavy upon his frame. You’re accustomed to this practice, accustomed to observing. It’s something you’re familiar with, something you almost find comfort in. 

And even so, you’ve never known what to do upon being discovered. 

“Hello? Is someone there?” Your boy calls out, his posture straightened and turned towards your direction, his jaw set. You freeze, your fingers clawing into the bark, as to ground you. Your mind races to think of an escape, to think of a way to to get away from here, back to the safety of a fellow killer’s realm. 

Your silence answers for you, as the man rises to his feet, fully facing towards your general area. “Are you new here?”

Immediately, the lie comes to your lips. “...yes.”

Your voice comes out slow, harsh; you can’t remember the last time you’ve talked since coming here. 

The man smiles, his features softening ever so slightly. “I know you must be confused, but it’s going to be alright.” He takes a step towards you, and in a panic, you backtrack, a loud crunch of leaves resonating from beneath your heel. He stops immediately, an understanding look present on his face.

“That’s ok, I won’t come closer. You can stay where you are. You must be scared to death right now.”

A lump forms in your throat, but you don’t know why. “...yeah.”

“My name is Leon.” He places his hand to his chest, the palm flat against his vest. “Can you tell me your name?”

Your heartbeat quickens. Leon. Your favorite’s name is Leon. Despite the giddiness of learning his name, you manage to relay your own, your true name. It feels foreign, wrong on your tongue; this name is a memory, a ghost of who you had been before.

Leon repeats it, your ears heightening in on the pronunciation. A strange feeling bubbles within your chest. 

“It’s nice to meet you, and I’m sorry you’re here.”

Everything comes to a halt, comes to a full stop at Leon’s apology. You can’t remember the last time anyone has ever apologized to you; none of the other killers certainly haven’t. It’s strange, discomforting; why is he sorry? He is not at fault, not to blame for your being here. And yet, the sincerity in which he says it is too much, too much for you to deal with. 

You can’t say anything, can’t even choke out a response as tears flood your vision, a hiccup breaking through as you begin to cry, your hands wiping furiously at your face. You hear Leon take a few steps closer when a fog begins to form, rising upwards towards you.

“I’m scared.” You sob, your shoulders heaving as the fog draws in closer, “I don’t want to go.”

“I know.” Leon’s voice is strained, edged with pain, “You’re going to be alright. I’ll be there with you.”

His words are earnest and so, so genuine it makes you cry harder, ,makes the fog sting against your bloodshot eyes. You know he’ll be there but not as a team mate, nor a savior. Leon will be there as a victim, as prey, and there’s nothing you can do to change that.

The fog swallows you and you’re plunged into darkness.

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My yautja OC Kota 👁👁 lmk if y’all wanna see more of Heem 👀

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Drinking to Forget

Drinking to Remember - WIP

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My beautiful boy Kota !! He’s actually really sweet if you get to know him, promise 🥴 more of him and his colors ! He’s very blue, very blue raspberry flavored

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hi guys I made a twitter so I can maybe get some comms on there and have a better place to put my art but if you are interested in commissioning me at all pls let me know !! Throwing up my comms sheet here because I need money to help me move !!! Thanks so much as always ❤️🥺🥺🥺 dms are open on disc too !! 🎃🎃 Halloween (2018) on Blu-Ray#5427

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happy hugh dancy pumpkin season <3

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he’s my baby boy he’s 34 he’s not real I would kill for him

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Henlo it is I, the bitch who requested the killer s/o with a tragic past a while ago- if requests are still open(I think they are), I was hoping to request a third one with Pyramid Head, Eddie(I know he's not from dbd but shhh), Huntress, and David?

everyone salute them right this instant, we've got a legend here fellas 🫡

Killer! S/O with a Tragic Past III

Pyramid Head | The Executioner

Pyramid Head is strange, off putting; something more akin to that of an animal than of a man. As such, many expect him to be almost dumb, blind to the wide spectrum of human emotion. How could he, one who carries out pain, carries out torture ever understand that another may ache?

And yet, who here would understand suffering more than him? This pain is familiar to Pyramid Head; one could say that he is intimate with it both in theory, and in practice. It’s a feeling he has come to know the entirety of his existence, both back at Silent Hill, and here in the Realms; and here, with you, this suffering encapsulating your very being. 

A long, pitiful groan reverberates from the inside of his helmet, a high pitch cascading upwards as you lean against him, your cheek pressed against his shoulder. The skin is rough, torn, but it doesn’t matter - the warmth of it seeps into you. Silence surrounds the two of you, the hallways of Midwich Elementary School long empty, devoid of any real, authentic life. 

Eddie Gluskin | The Groom

Eddie is extravagant, flamboyant; whatever is inherently, deeply wrong with him, he covers up through presentation, through love. If he were to dwell on what actually happened, on what they did to him, why, he wouldn’t have any time to dote upon you!

Eddie doesn’t cope, doesn’t think about this pain; to him, it simply was a bad dream, a nightmare from some horrible, alternate reality. He dwells in fantasy, in that of a perfect home life, with the perfect ‘Leave it to Beaver’ family. The truth is far, far too ugly, too tragic to come to terms with. As such, upon learning of your upbringing, your suffering is hard for him to swallow; hard for him to understand. 

“Darling,” Eddie’s words are sugar, honeyed, his hands splayed across your back. “I can’t stand to see you in such agony. Tell me who I must deal with.” An involuntary shiver crawls up the length of your spine; it’s impossible for him to make, to fulfill this promise. And yet, a little fantasy never hurt anyone, right? You relay the names dutifully, a wide, cruel smile splitting the Groom’s lips. 

Anna | The Huntress

Anna, at her very core, is a protector, a trait she had inherited from her own mother, who, in turn, inherited from her mother, and so on. An animalistic, primal instinct to care for her own runs deep within the Huntress; if you were to suffer, surely so would she. 

This almost telepathic empathy extends to both physical as well as mental pain; broken bones, nightmares, cracked skulls, memories - Anna knows and feels it all. No matter how small, no matter how unimportant, she will know it, and will always, always leap to protect you, come what may.

A deep set shudder courses along your body, your eyes fluttering shut as you fold into yourself, the painful pop! and flashes of a memory exploding behind your eyelids, the scene unavoidable, and all too familiar. And yet, something warm, something strong surrounds you, a solid surface curling over you, pressing against your back. The memory continues, but Anna shields you from the outside world, and should you will it, from the Entity itself. 

David King

Pain is something David is more than familiar with; whether it be the sting of a cut lip, the ugly swelling of a broken nose, or even the fractured shards of memories within his mind, David goes to bed with suffering, with ache more often than not. 

Although, despite this intimacy, David is detached, unavailable in terms of emotions, of feelings. He doesn’t like to deal with it, doesn’t like to dwell upon it; would rather shove it down, down so deep that such weakness could never hope to show its face ‘round him ever again. But that’s for him; as for you, it’s still rough, awkward almost, but he tries.

David clenches his jaw as he sways above you, your head hung and fingers gripping tight against your scalp. Nothing is said; the silence is stubbornness on everyone’s part - you, not wanting to show weakness, and him, not knowing what to do. It persists a few moments longer before David slides down next to you, his hand hesitating above your shoulder before it finally falls, a tight squeeze to the skin there. Despite the lack of words, despite the awkwardness, it’s enough that he’s there.

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Welcome to Blood Fest everyone! This is my first writing event so I will be learning as I go so hopefully this all goes well haha. First off I want to thank everyone for spreading the word about Blood Fest from reblogging to telling mutuals, that honestly means so much even if only 2 people do this with me. Everyone is welcome to join in this even if it is just for one week, I just wanted to have some fun in my favourite month.

RULES:

Be fucking nice and supportive or else I will cancel the event as a whole, everyone is welcome with any character or OC

Must use the keywords I provide

Can use one or all of the prompts I provide weekly, have fun mixing them

Please post your story with the tag SFBF so I can see them, as well as other readers and to make sure you're featured on the masterlist with everyone else

This can be a long story or just a paragraph, there is zero pressure and just to have fun

>> MASTERLIST <<

WEEK ONE

prompts: Rope. Teeth. Size. Blood

keywords: Wicked. Rain

WEEK TWO

prompts: Gore. Toys. Fluff. CNC

keywords: Cold. Rapture

WEEK THREE

prompts: Mask. Chains. Bone. Sleep

keywords: Powerless. Fevour

WEEK FOUR

prompts: Claws. Edging. Ice. Knife

keywords: Torment. Stretch

WEEK FIVE:BONUS

Halloween themed creative where you write whatever you want OR take the challenge of writing for my oc Andrei Kulokova

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happy birthday silent hill 2!!!!