#TW/CW

[cannibaleclipseau]

TW/CW ANIMATRONIC BLOOD (?)

(( how tf do you make animatronic blood

ANYWAYS very small doodle for my AU. I MEAN VERY SMALL. like literally it’s smaller than you think. Taken on Aug 6 at 18:45. (according to the timeline)

idk if I ever posted Sun’s design before the killings, but this is it.

eclipse hit the griddy on lunars dead body/nsrs

MAIN: @ryomaandgundhamkin . ))

[ryomaandgundhamkin]

“GUYS aita for telling my ex-bff to stop smoking 🤕❔❔✅” / silly

[lightnotyagami]

I didn't expect you to be so easy to catch, little bunny.

Yanscara × reader

A/n: ///

Summary: since weeks its like a ghost has been living in your house. There was always some noises but today its diffrent.

Tw/cw: kiddnapping, Stalking, overall yandere themes correct me if i missed anything!

"huh? where my book??" you mumbled to yourself, looking for your missing book as the sun was starting to set. The house was quiet around you except for a clock ticking on the wall. You looked at the clock and then down at the floor, seeing that it had fallen in front of a closed door. "that doesn't make sense... I must have dropped it.." you whispered.You got up and walked towards it, but stopped before reaching out. You were not sure if the door opened by itself or if it had just been knocked open when you tripped over it."who's there?!" you shouted into the hallway, your voice loud enough to echo throughout the entire house.Silence answered you. The clock ticked louder than before as you stood frozen in your spot. You could hear footsteps coming your way, though you knew there wasn't anyone else in this house. After all, you lived alone...well, besides the occasional guest. You took a shaky breath before slowly making your way back to your room "i dont like this at all..." you thought to yourself as you grabbed your phone from your desk. You scrolled through your contacts until you found the person who always answered your calls unless hes sleeping: scaramouche. You tapped his contact and held the phone to your ear as you waited for him to pick up the phone, but what you were meet with was a vibraiting Sound behind you .Turning around, you were surprised to see no one but yourself standing in the middle of the hallway, though you did notice that the light that usually illuminated the area was now completely off.You were about to yell out for help, but you were suddenly grabbed from behind and pulled against someone's chest.You tried squirming away, but the person tightened their grip on your waist. You felt arms wrap around your body and a large hand covering your mouth with a towel, stopping your scream.The person's face was very close to yours so you could smell a scent which only made your heart beat faster and your head spin, 'this is scara...' you realized as your head drifted off, fuck he put something in the towel. A few seconds later, your eyes fluttered shut loosing consciousness

"I didn't expect you to be so easy to catch, little bunny."

[dawnbreaker-twdg]

Dawnbreaker | Chapter 1 | "Maybe death is like falling asleep"

“I did it! I found you! Oh, Tenn-“

Oh, baby brother, I’m so sorry- I failed you…

Did I disappoint you?…

Did I scare you?

…

“I’m finally going some place better… I want you there with me.”

…

Away from her…

Is this what death feels like? It’s so quiet. It’s so peaceful… No more pain. No more of her. No more wishing I was dead. No more… No more… Just slip away…

“Tenn, look at me! I know that looks like her, but your sister is gone!”

… Is that what you think of me?

… am I that far gone?

Sibling killer

Freak

Stop…

Beast

… no one would care if you gave up, Minerva

No more…

…

Sophie-… Sophie would care…

Please, no more…

… Sophie’s gone…

Sophie, will you take me home?…

“I killed her… she was twisting my head with her lies.”

She isn’t listening, dumbass… She loved hates you

You killed her! You monster!

She hates you

What have you done?…

I’m sorry, baby brother

“I’m taking Tenn home! I’m going home!”

I killed you too…

It’ll all be over soon…

I’m sorry, mom… I couldn’t protect them…

The pain will end… The night will be over soon…

Just give in…

Let’s go home

[lavazzahart]

Im not really sure the best way to start off this acc ill be honest, I've TRIED to write up like an introduction with my cool lore and story and stuff but I can NOT find it in me to write coherently.....SO

TW/CW; mold, mentions of death, car crashes and angsty back story stuff

This is my DC oc! Her name is Amelia Hart, or Amy as i like to call her. And guess what? She's dead! Why? Cus i said so. She died like forever ago in a car crash in her 30s and YIPPEE now she's here, somewhat living and being kept alive by the organic life that's settled in her corpse (mold, fungi, moss, grass, ect she's just a bit of a organic girly)

Kinda....think poison ivy? But while ivy is ally pretty and glamorous with her floral appearance Amy is...well, a bit on the more rotten side of life. She's made out of all the lesser pretty organic life people don't like to talk about, her insides have turned into a garden of mosses and fungi while her arm has turned into a feast for things to feed upon.

She's my walking corpse and I love her.

Please interact! Ask questions, roleplay, @ me in stuff I'm just here to ramble and have a good time with a oc of mine<3

[gor3sigil]

A cis woman tells me that maybe she should transition to gain male privilege as I'm recovering from getting beaten up in the men's bathrooms.

I tell her to be my guest and give me a call when she gets her jaw broken, I always carry a first aid kit and a pepper spray.

She calls me a misogynistic asshole.

A cis man tells me that he'd sure love some T.

Gave him my prescription and best of luck with the constant shortages and getting denied.

He calls me a pussy.

I'm fighting for my life and reproductive rights. I get told to get off women's fights, that it's not about me, like I shed my womb after my first T shot.

I search for support groups for SA victims, and I'm stuck in the same “women/NBs only”. Still shooting my shot, send an application. I introduce myself. Never get a call back.

I go to a trans night. Say I go by he/him. Get told back “yeah, that's how we all start !” by a trans woman. I'm too exhausted, I get up and I leave.

I hang out with my friends, one of them drunkenly says masculinity is a prison we must learn to escape. She gets rows of applause. Back to drinking alone.

Yes I could explain it. But who'd you rather be ? A delusional girl or a man made threat ?Or it could be better, I could just not exist ! And we'd bleach my corpse and I'd become a casualty. Not an F, ot an M, a W for Wound and for Wrong.

I put a candle on a single cupcake, 2 years on HRT. I blow it in the dark. Curtains closed like casket.

[waterdhaviancheeses]

Single Mages are dying to meet you!

[itsajollyjester]

“Would fall in love with me again if you knew all I’ve done?”

[blimbo-buddy]

got my hands on a field guide of californian bugs and i found that there's this one bee species in southern california that looks like this

(Actual bugs under the cut, CW for insects)

[dawnbreaker-twdg]

Dawnbreaker | Chapter 2 | "The sun will be rising soon" | Content Warning

Minnie opened her eyes slowly.

The sun filtered in above her, shining through the wood of the old bridge. It flickered on the leaves creating a sight that could only be described as dancing.

Minnie squinted, the light hurt.

She moved very slowly, gently stretching each muscle that made up her body, while her brain slowly caught up to everything around her.

The air was heavy with rot and death, every breath was sour.

Minnie could taste blood in her mouth; clung to her tongue and her teeth.

The wooden bridge was chilly and she was shivering cold, despite her parka wrapped around her.

But, the birds were chirping.

It was morning.

Minnie pulled herself up into a sitting position, leaning over and resting her arms in her lap. Blood dripped from her face and it plopped onto the sleeves of her ruined bloody coat.

It suddenly hit her then, she remembered.

Her face-

Almost at once, like it was waiting for a cue, pain erupted across her cheek like fire and she clenched her jaw shut. A wailing cry escaped her throat and she covered her mouth with her hand.

There was so much blood everywhere. On her skin. Her clothes. The wooden floor around her. And her face was still bleeding. If she didn’t clean it quickly, she’d risk infection.

Wait. What was she thinking?

Wasn’t she already infected?

Shouldn’t she be dead?

Minnie’s mind raced and she gingerly moved her left arm towards her. She rolled the sleeve of her coat up and she held her breath. What she saw only made her thoughts worse.

A dirty human bite surrounded by dried up blood, it was sore to the touch, hot and swollen.

No fucking way-

It was real.

All of it was real. It wasn’t one of her hallucinations or an awful nightmare.

The explosion. The fire. The walkers on the beach. Everyone fucking dead. Violet crying out her name.

Why didn’t she listen to Violet?

Why was she so stupid?

Lilly’s dead… she could’ve gone to Violet. She didn’t have to be afraid anymore.

But she still was afraid.

Just a scared little girl. Afraid of ghosts and nightmares. Afraid of herself.

Minnie took a deep breath and pushed her sleeve back down, hiding the filthy bite. Pain ached throughout her entire body. She could feel blood stuck to her neck. The gunshot in her arm felt hot. Everything hurt like hell.

She recounted everything that had happened:

One on her left forearm, the first bite back on the shoreline.

One on her right shoulder, the walker had pulled her backwards.

One on her left upper arm, a second walker had joined in smelling the blood from the bullet.

One on the right side of her neck, the third walker tried to tear her throat out.

And finally, the one in her mauled cheek… the walker who had surprised her… the gunshot that ripped her face off… she could still hear the ringing in her ears… feel the scream in her throat…

Five bites

How the hell was she alive?

Wildfire hadn’t taken her, or maybe it had, and she was dreaming. But every aching pain felt too real. This couldn’t be a dream.

She had to focus.

She would solve this later. She needed medicine. If the virus hadn’t taken her, any other infection could spread to these untreated wounds and take her quick.

She no longer felt feverish but she was tired. Her throat was dry and thirsty. She felt hunger stab at her stomach but she could tolerate that. She had many times before.

But how much more death could she take?

Minnie stood up to her feet and took a few steps back, surveying her surroundings. Walker corpses littered the bridge behind and around her. Her surroundings and her own self smelt horrendous.

A thick dried up blood pool lay a few feet away to her left, soaked into the wooden boards.

Tenn had been shot through the neck… she saw it… with her own gun… his little face… she watched the light go out of his eyes.

It made her happy then.

Now, it weighed on her like a stone dropping into a lake.

It was her fault.

And this time, it hadn’t been Lilly’s commands. She had made that choice, she had brought the gun here.

Tenn’s body was nowhere to be seen.

That was good. She didn’t think she could handle seeing him, in whatever state he was in. Was he a walker? Or had he been buried? Was he torn to shreds resting in some walker’s filthy guts, never to be digested and just remain a blob of gore?

Why wasn’t she any of those things? Why wasn’t she dead?

She deserved to die.

She had wanted to die.

It was the only real choice she had and the universe took it away.

‘Are you laughing at me, God? Is this a cruel joke?’

Minnie wanted to shout into the sky but she couldn’t bear the words. The pain was too much. She could barely move her jaw without her cheek lighting up her nerves like a bonfire.

So instead, she cursed in her own mind.

‘I believed in you all my life… I was good… but you never helped me, no matter how much I prayed and begged… begged for someone to stop her… for someone to find me… You tease me with death then you take it away? You let my sister die. You let me be tortured and used as a toy. You let my parents die… You let the world burn… You’re nothing but a myth made up to comfort children and appease the insane radicals… Well, I don’t fucking care anymore. If this is my punishment, so fucking be it.’

Minnie paced around the bridge for a while, staring into the broken chasm in the wooden boards. The rocks protruding from the rushing water below.

She could jump. Let herself go. Hit the rocks; maybe get impaled. Or she’d bleed out slowly and the gorge would swallow her up. She wouldn’t fight the current.

She had nothing left to live for, anyway.

… except herself.

She wasn’t dead. Maybe it was a second chance? Did she want to die? Throw it away?

For once, she was… unsure.

She spent so much of the past year wishing for death. Not caring anymore. Not letting anyone get close to her. Risking her life in fights.

But, she didn’t have to fight anymore. She didn’t have to go back. Lilly couldn’t control her anymore.

But, she couldn’t go home either. The Delta wasn’t home. The school wasn’t home. She had no home. No friends, no family. Nothing.

She didn’t know what to do.

Minnie sat down and swung her legs over the chasm, sitting calmly over the side, thinking everything over. She wouldn’t jump, that’s for sure.

If she was confident about living, trying a second chance, she needed medicine.

And the only place she knew for sure had medicine was the smoldering ruins of the S.S. Fitzgerald, if any of the cargo had even survived the explosion.

Which meant, going back to the Delta. Going back to the beach where her life flipped over.

…

Fuck it

After all, there was nothing left to lose.

[justarandomart]

do you think Shadow can just grow back limbs like a weird lizard?

[maggi3rob3rtson]

Yeah, I’m on my phone a lot.

I really don’t want to be, but what else do you expect? I was raised this way, with technology shoved down my throat, with this obsession, this addiction modeled for me every waking moment.

I can’t escape life with a phone; what if I’m needed? What if someone has a question and needs an answer now? What if I forget the name of a movie and need to look it up? What if I get bored?

You say that I feel this way because I’m “always on that damn phone”, but I wonder which came first: the feeling or the phone.

I try to put the phone down, to “rewire” my brain, to practice my hobbies, to live in the moment, but…

I think.

I get lost in thought. Not the good thought, not the dragons and castles and adventures thought.

I spiral.

I remember what was taken from me. I remember the events that shaped me. I remember the moments when I was changed forever, when I had to say goodbye to the child I used to be.

I can’t just feel normally either because I never learned how. I never learned that feeling was safe. Only happy was safe. Only happy /is/ safe.

So yeah, I’m on my phone a lot. But at least I’m alive to scroll.

[ashleyloob]

an angel falls from heaven straight into your trash can wyd?

[rainbowcrowley]

today a fascist won an election for the first time since 1933. here, in germany.

i don't care if it's just one (out of 16) states. björn höcke is a fascist. a court decided not long ago that it's allowed to call him a nazi. bc he is one. not "far right" or "conservative" - he is a nazi.

here. in germany. and he just won an election.

it hasn't even been 100 years.

i am scared.

[kingkaisen]

SUKUNA WOULD KILL FOR HIS SWEET WIFE, and he has done so before. Quite a few bullets were buried in the skulls of many terrible individuals who made a frown appear upon your face, or worse, made a tear fall.

A vulgar man making comments about you. A crappy mechanic who scammed you and refused to issue a refund. The careless, distracted driver who rear-ended you last week.

What a day that was. You had called your dear husband — holding back tears as you spoke — because you needed transportation after the car accident.

While Sukuna was on the phone with you, he could hear the careless, distracted driver in the background shouting bewildering nonsense about how the accident was somehow your fault.

Did someone really have the nerve to shout at his wife? His wife?

The chaos made you cry harder. The driver would barely let you get a word in, but when he did pause to catch his breath, you mumbled, “You don’t know my husband, sir. If I were you, I wouldn’t speak to me that way.”

The driver didn’t care. He continued to shout. To berate you. Sukuna stayed quiet throughout the phone call as he made his way to your location.

And that shouting man? That careless, distracted driver? He went weak at the knees when he saw Ryomen Sukuna arrive at the scene.

“Did I . . . Did I really rear-end Sukuna’s wife? I’m gonna die. He’s gonna fucking kill me,” the driver thought.

Tears fell from his eyes seeing the huge man, the one person everyone — everyone — in town knew not to mess with, emerging from his vehicle.

To make matters worse, there was a bruise on your forehead.

The man was rambling on and on. It was some sort of pathetic apology. Sukuna didn’t know. Sukuna didn’t care.

He simply killed him, gathered your belongings out of your car, and carried you to his — there was no way he’d let your favorite shoes get ruined with blood stains.

“I’ve got you, pretty girl,” he said as he carried you. “Don’t you worry about a thing.”

Sukuna took you home. Only after stopping to pick up food from your favorite takeout restaurant first, of course.

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[one-time-i-dreamt]

Thousands of naked women were dancing upon my grave, there was a deafening howling, and the more they stumped upon the mucky ground, blood began oozing from their feet covering the soil resembling the barrel of grapes, the women having bronze, silver, and gold vases dipping into soil that now look like red wine.