#gay horror my beloved

[ditch-lily]

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Chay is wide eyed and excited at the news. The timing is great, he's just graduated and he and hia are going on a trip! There's an old house they've just found out they've inherited, on their mothers side.

Chay isn't sure he cares about a dusty old house, houses have been both a shelter and a burden for him growing up. But the best thing about it is it’s an old, traditional Thai style house right near the beach.

The house is breezy and worn with age. It creaks with the wind, and the plants are overgrown all around it. Porsche thinks it was a holiday house, from when their mother was a child. He says he remembers going here a few times, before Chay was born.

The steps are creaky but still in decent repair, and Chay makes it up to the landing with little issue. There’s a sudden noise to his left and Chay turns, expecting a gecko but instead it's just a flash of movement, through the window. 

It’s a flutter of fabric, or something. Something pale and stark in the room – white cloth, a curtain Chay thinks. It must be a curtain. But maybe he should just wait here on the front balcony for a little while longer, just until hia is ready to come up.

–

The place had been shut up carefully, and from the inside it looks better cared for than expected. In fact, there's some newer things, things Chay isn't sure a normal family would need on a holiday – there’s some instruments, and even an old amp in one of the corners. 

Chay is excited again, with hia opening up all the shutters and bringing light into the old wooden house, it loses the ominous feeling. He's sure whatever he saw wasn't anything. Sure, it might have looked like a pale young man with dark eyes and dark long hair passing by the window. But well, it's been a long day, and sometimes Chay’s vision plays tricks on him when he's tired.

So yes, he’s firmly excited again, helping Porsche find the thin sleeping mattresses, dragging them out to bang out the dust and hang them over the railings. The beach is in eyesight, vivid blue on the horizon. It's going to be a beautiful week away from Bangkok and all its troubles.

They’re in the room again, tidying up the rest of the living space when Porsche takes out his phone, snapping a quick few shots of Chay’s bright, laughing face. Chay lets him, smiling at the camera. He’s happy. Sure, he can see the young man again, out of the corner of his eyes. Dark and solemn and watching him – but Chay’s a little used to this. He's determined. If he doesn’t make eye contact – if he doesn't let them know, usually it's fine. Usually they go.

[werewolf-transgenderism]

genuinely and honestly I know I cannot solve all of the problems of the world etc but my friends who live in my phone please know that when you are having the horrors I am telepathically sending you a bowl of warm soup, a mug of hot cocoa, a cozy blanket, and a hug (if you want one) with my brain

[dustcrumbs]

Burps out the daily queers.. yummy

Dust rarely shows affection first, so that's why Horror was surprised.. I love Horrordust too much.

(Tap on for better quality..)

[arkeresia]

together: what are we 💚

[sparknightdrawing]

SCHWWOOPPY DEE DOO

SHADING >:)

[unicyclehippo]

touch

‘you know i’m like this all the way down, don’t you? it isn’t - it isn’t an act, i do laugh it off sometimes dear, it can be terribly funny but. i am like this. forever. and it’s—could you—do you think you might be able to withstand that for a long time? i should like to be with you for a long time but it would depend on - on when you get exhausted, you see, because i must live with this or - ha - not live with, i suppose, but survive, contend, with this for however long i shall live but you, well.’ laudna’s twists her face into graceful acceptance. soft, understanding, hardly sad at all. it’s very easy to do, once you have the trick of it. ‘you needn’t. deal with this. the bark and the hair and the nails. the popping joints. the ichor, the aches, the smell, the stares, the rot.’ the word drops between them, gross, embarrassing, like she’d spat by accident. her teeth are hatesharp in her mouth. ‘the teeth,’ she adds.

imogen looks up from the book she studies with such careful, wonderful intent. so smart. she quirks a brow, amused. ‘i know what you are, laud. you forget we’ve been travellin’ together awhile now?’

‘no, no.’ her stomach twists, her hands twist, knot, roots. so is she, rooted in place. ‘i know, dear, i only mean to remind you—should you need a moment to yourself, or, or should something in particular sicken you—‘

‘laudna.’

she sinks low. imogen isn’t listening. of course not. she is kind. she lo-hmm. yes, well, laudna can surmise imogen likely loves her. which is, well, lovely! but they haven’t been in love for very long and laudna has never done it before, romance, love, but she knows herself. how she clings to things. she knows herself. love to her is like…tar. sticky and black, bubbling and pouring up and up around their ankles their calves their knees her beautiful knees. if imogen doesn’t know that now then gods help her, what if she drowns her—them—in it? and she would, imogen would stay with her she would be pleased by it, even, because she loves her, but there is something wrong with it. impossible to know if it has always been this or if it’s all the death and the accessories she’s obtained through it—lady d, trauma, blah blah blah—but she thinks she has a capacity for love like a pyre, grease-fire and rising choking smoke; like a hungry dog, snapbite shut around the hand outstretched. and she knows what she wants for imogen, the kind of love she deserves, and how far it is from what she has to offer.

‘what are you afraid of, honey?’

laudna nibbles at her bottom lip. she takes up the bone she has been carving and turns it between her fingers, not wanting to see the moment imogen sees her, maskless, exposed.

‘i want to hold you until we both die,’ laudna says, sad and sweet. ‘i want to lay down in a grave with you side by side and i shall never move again and every worm that comes to eat us up will be little versions of us, because they’ve fed on us, and they will be in love and they’ll feed all the farms and chickens and we’ll be a thousand souls in love. i want to open up your scars and see what is under your skin, what your magic does under there. i want,’ she says, and folds her elbows close to her rotten chest, folds herself small, words small, so not a page stirs, not another soul could be stirred by what she admits. ‘i want to taste it. i want to grow into a tree and grow around you like armour like a second skin so you are always safe and maybe grow taproots, grow into you. through you. i want you as part of me forever. i want to touch you, i want to always be touching you, i want you to never be able to move without feeling me beside you, i want you to crack me open and see how vile it is inside of me and plunge in neck deep and when you struggle to get out, i want to hold on.’ she pauses. ‘i want to dislocate my jaw.’

imogen sits very still. her eyes very dark. she lets out a slow breath, pink tongue flicking out to wet her lips. ‘what-‘ she clears her throat. ‘what does that last one have to do with me?’

‘it doesn’t really. but. i’ll always be quite horrible to be around and i want you to be with me anyway.’

[catharticartist]

I’d forgotten these little pieces I did at work the other day I think they’re still under the till?

[sadfr0ggie]

I just finished watching Birth/Rebirth (2023) an hour ago and I immediately had to make these. I don’t know what has been possessing me to make things like this lately, but it’s like an addiction.

[insanityandstars]

This is literally me (I'm gay, have a boyfriend) and one of my closest friends (she's a lesbian, has a girlfriend)

Us (she insulted my pp (I totally have one guys, I swear))

literally me n her (our periods synced)

Us??? (She let me horror movie info dump)

Us !!!! (I just said the most psychopathic, gruesome, vile 'fun fact' I could've imagined)

[bozoroni]

my best friend

[gothicfrogsmiley]

slasher memes for y'all

[tapeworrmart]

Been thinking about this film again

[ant1quarian]

Scurrying at top speed to build minecraft flags in the definitely-not-incredibly-gay-minecraft-server I am a part of called BSSMP ✨

Anyway! Anyone who wants to drop pride flags I should build in my inbox is more than welcome. I'll send screenshots when they're done!

[moonbear-from-space]

new hyperfixation has dropped :]

[papsiguesss]

Guys I think I might be doomed to rarepair hell with these two send help

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Is there a post explaining the fnaf Lights Out AU lore?

hold on FNAF??? WYM FNAF GET BACK HERE