#cw: knife

[emilyrosecreatives]

cw: blood, bloodied weapons

in another life… 🔪🩸

[aeymii]

🍷✨

[gearbroth]

Snare

[2jihiir0]

Breakfast at the Munsons 🥞

[strangeaxel]

Jeff da killeerrrrr. This is basically my normal style ssjjsj

[gothicspork]

High INT dumbasses

[sonicexelle-junkary]

Two versions of the crystal growth. There will be more eventually, and those will be even more fucked up from what y’all can see here.

Bonus render of Sonic under the cut, cause I really like it, but I don’t have a place for it.

[venusandsaturnsrings]

cw: dubcon, n0ncon, needles, knives, painplay, n power dynamics

it was petty theft that got you here. an impulsive decision and lack of pocket change had you not so subtly snatching some silly product and in seconds you were dragged off by a member of the Gardes. the trial was speedy and you were handed a single month sentence to the fortress that turned into several though you had honestly lost count. due to the dukes own interest, he plucked you from the general prison populace and kept you tucked away in his own quarters permanently.

you weren’t a hardened criminal and didn’t get the chance to learn any tips or tricks from other prisoners so trying to pick a lock was a foolish idea but desperation leads to such stupidity. it was a brash attempt at some sort of tool combined with wiggling the knob and banging against the door obviously too loud that had Wriothesley whipping it open and knocking your skull against it. his scowl was fierce and you honestly wished looks could kill knowing a cruel punishment was to come.

teary eyed and shaking, you couldn’t even beg for mercy as the first cries were soon stifled with his tie in your mouth. he wasted no time stripping you and tying you firmly to a cold medical cot, grumbling out curses and other irritated verbiage. he opened and slammed a variety of drawers and cabinets, pulling out different tools he kept out of your line of sight, always preying on the fear he could build inside you. Wriothesley took his sweet time in gathering all he’d need before slamming a metal tray on the table next to you and contemplating his first choice in inflicting unforgettable pain. he settled on a thick needle. a wicked grin spread across his face.

hands coming to crudely slap, massage, and pull at your tits, he warmed you up before bringing the metal to your chest. ignoring the rapid shakes of your head and sobs, he made quick work of harshly threading it through the flesh of your left nipple. his fingers jostled it around and seemed to imitate the way he’d certainly be roughly taking you later as he slipped it in and out numerous times to maximize the pain and border on brutalizing your once clean chest. a thick piece of jewellery followed before he gave the other nipple the same treatment as blood dripped down, pooling against your sides and sternum. as if that wasn’t enough his hands returned to the tray once more to retrieve a clean and sharp blade.

he hummed a tune you didn’t recognize as he seemed to ponder over what design would be best along your stomach and collar bones. no amount of bracing yourself could’ve prepared you for the sting as he dragged the metal deep enough to scar. clean cuts of a W landed themselves on each collarbone before he carved a heart paired with some intricate swirls along your lower stomach, spitting on them once satisfied. Wriothesley dragged his fingers harshly over the fresh wounds smearing the blood everywhere. he once more turned to the tray.

spots danced across your vision from the searing pain and you almost missed the sight of the next item, a small vial of dark indigo liquid. he pulled the tie from your mouth and used one hand to keep it open before pouring the entirety to the back of your throat before snapping your jaw shut forcing you to sputter uselessly and swallow. his smile almost seemed sweet as he explained the purpose; enhancing sensations. quickly the pain you felt snapped tenfold and you were past the point of crying and launched straight into shock. the pets that landed along your head, soft coos, and condescending praise imitated that of a real lover and you wanted to throw up. Wriothesley moved himself to kneel atop the cot and spread your numb legs. you knew what was to come.

[quasi-loki]

It's spooky season!!!

Let's hope no masked person tries to kidnap me....

That would just be the worst .........

[aeymii]

Happy Femslash February YAYY!!<33 💞💞

[uiiyru]

Entre el no me olvides, me dejé nuestros abriles olvidados...

Flaca - Andrés Calamaro

[imasillygooose]

Here's your daily picture of Jon Matteson

Paul 23 my beloved

[thatsmyfive]

first two in a series of fear street screencap redraws/repaints for pride month

hands 🏳️‍🌈

[parniathedevil]

(WIP) 👀 @itsxroxannex take your husbone

[bernard-the-rabbit]

He's a Whitly. He'll know what to do.

[ussripleysrealm]

imagine if jesse had walked in on jack stabbing himself...