#gore mention?

[bluehairperson]

Made a part 2, lol.

[sen-sational]

FunFact about me

TW for...gore mention??

When I was about 2 I was wearing earrings and my mom's sisters necklace (I think) and her sister got inpatient and snatched the necklace off me but it got caught on one of my earrings and ripped my ear (idk how much) and I ended up having to get it stitched and now you can't even tell.

I haven't worn earrings ever since :3

[doorrobloxstuff]

Broken chords can still sing a little.

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The massive twisted smile it had wasn’t genuine.

The blue star was dwarfed in its massive, chain-scarred hands. “Please wake up.” It whispered.

It brushed it’s fingers against its cold surface.

The shallow glow that remained faintly flickered in response but did nothing else.

“Please.”

Nothing but endless, quiet static from the fog that shifted endlessly around it. Like buzzing flies that found a lifeless carcass.

Rush felt small as it curled up around the ember of light. “I don’t know what I expected..” It murmured dryly. It’s eyes began to drift towards the ceiling.

After awhile, Rush started to talk to the ember about its day. About how Snare was beginning to bloom. How the walls creaked while everyone slept. Joking how Seek was beginning to complain again and how the world was slowly marching forward.

It laid the bed that the two once shared but didn’t sleep. Only watching the chandelier and thinking about the future.

“Goddamn it’s quiet in here..ya know what would be nice ta’h hear?” Rush’s smile grew just a tiny bit. “Your singing.” It said giving the star another sentimental stroke of a hand. “I miss hearing you go..’Da..da..doot doot doo..doot doo.’.. Ya know?”

The star seemed to flicker a tiny bit, which caused Rush to press it even closer into its fog. It laid its head into the pillow, but its eyes never broke from the faint blue glow. ..

Hours must've passed before the music began.

At first, it blended into the silence. The melody was so faint it could've been confused for soft rumbles of the ventilation shafts.

But it grew louder.

It only took Rush a few seconds before it took notice of the broken and pathetic octaves slowly emerging into the air.

..“Guidey..?”..

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GuidingRush Poly au angst but i am so horribly burnt out I can barley write anymore. That, and I didn’t write the ending to this because it just feels weird.

But basically the ending is:

Rush tells GL to please stop because it’s own singing sounds like it hurts.

Rush goes back to holding GL for the rest of the night.

But, this takes place shortly after guide attempts to expend the last of its magic into a wall.

Poly au Rush is the human embodiment of *gently holds.* reaction image.

[rattyshipss]

My boils so big now I can barely put my arm down holy fuck I've used two different cream type things and three different pain killers and nothing helps I wanna dig it out with a fork

[stil-lindigo]

patchwork canary.

a comic about two girls, fate, and a powerful man who felt entitled to something that wasn’t his to own.

support me on patreon (if you’d like to see more comics like this one)

[humanjeff]

think my favourite part of Harrow the Ninth is that there's a bit where she gets hit in the face so hard she loses a bunch of teeth, then uses the fragments of her own shattered teeth to explode a man's eyeballs - and it never gets mentioned by anyone discussing the book because in a few pages there's a soup scene that is Very Much Worse.

[5ftboy]

"We're all over this fucking bear."

[free-my-boy-grumbot]

“ohhh i’m so tired of love songs i wish people would write more original stuff” literally listen to lemon demon. some of his song topics include

Ronald Reagan fights his evil shadow self

Guy is trapped inside an evil arcade machine that kills people

You can do what you want to your body! dye your hair! get that tattoo! pull your teeth out! stick screws in your eyes! rip your arms off!

disgraced scientist is disgraced

I forgor 💀

Guy died and a bunch of cool haunted shit happened and it was really spooky

Please date me i’m a really nice ghost i mean normal man

I’m eating a corpse and it’s soo tasty and homoerotic come join me

ohohoho i am a Creature

well you probably know what two trucks is about

[doodle-with-alizard]

Dead man just wants some toast :(

I love this scene so much oml

[noisyghost]

just put a bandaid on it

[toxifoxx]

*chanting* fat springtrap!! fat springtrap!!

as you wish! (^_−)☆

[noraunor]

MY DOTING HUSBAND.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚡 𝚎𝚡 𝚆𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛.

๑ | sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs : ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟᴀsᴛᴏʀ's ғᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ᴡɪғᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪs sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ʜᴀʙɪᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ɴɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛɪᴇs, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ.

๑ | ᴛᴡ : ᴀɴɢsᴛ, ʟᴏᴛs ᴏғ sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴ, ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴇʀʀᴏʀs, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ɢᴏʀᴇ.

๑ | ᴀᴜ : ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʀʏɴᴀ ғɪɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀʟᴀsᴛᴏʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴɢsᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ, sᴏ ᴡʜʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs? ʜᴇʜᴇʜᴇʜᴇʜ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ! ~

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four

You're a happily married woman with a doting, caring, faithful husband. Your man was everything you could ask for, you both shared a small but comfortable house. Life was full of ecstasy, just you and your loving husband..what could you ask for more? Life was perfect and what more could ever ruin this perfect life?nothing can ruin this life..right?

It was suppose to be another same night, where you cook dinner for you and your husband while you wait for him to come home. That is until, you heard a loud thud behind the basements door. Your husband warned you few times to never as in never in all circumstances go in behind those doors. You never knew what was in there or whatever the thing is going on there to make your loving husband enough to be so cautious of you going in there. Your husband was a honest man, but sometimes his weird obsession of keeping you away from the basement made you doubt him.

But since you're a good obedient little wife of his, you decided to ignore the strange sounds thinking that I was just another pesky rats causing ruckus.

But that is until you heard a muffled scream, you froze.

Does rats suppose to sound like a man crying? Wailing?

You gulped, you took a deep breath as you tried to ignore the sounds coming from your basement. But it was getting hard not too when the thrashing started to get.. Violent.

Fuck it. You abruptly stand up from the kitchen seat as you grabbed the knife just beside the cutting board as you slowly approached the basement door, clutching the knife to your chest as you held out your hand to grab the doorknow with a shaking hand and pounding heart.

Surely it's not what you think it's in there right? Alastor was not that kind of man.. Right?

Doubts about your husband increase as you shook your head and opened the basement door, rotten flesh and the metallic scent immediately greeted your nostrils. The scent was to much to handle that you had to step back and closed the door for a moment to catch your breath.

Just what was in there? Finally feeling ready enough to handle the scent, you opened the door once again before taking slow steps down the stairs. There nothing could be seen there apart from darkness and the scent of rotting flesh gets stronger and the sound of muffled crying and chains rattling got louder as you finally made it down.

You ran your hands to the wall finding the familiar switch for the light, once finding it, you took a deep breath mentally preparing yourself for the sight you're about to see as you switch the light on.

As the yellow-ish light spread around the room, you felt like the air knocked out of your lungs as you choked out a cry, feeling your knees giving up on you.

You stumbled on your steps as you dropped the knife, your hands flying to your mouth as you dropped to the floor, staring wide eye at the sight in front of you.

You muffled out a cry as the dying man eyes landed on you, he was tied into the wall with his hand on the air. The man tried running to you as he cried. Your eyes wandered more around the basement to see not one one, but three bodies stacked around the corner with intestines inside the jars. You tried to swallow down your vomit as you scurried towards the man.

" dear Lord.. " you gasped as you removed the gag from his mouth as the man coughs. He was all bloodied, missing an eye and a chopped leg, you wonder how is this man still alive with how much blood he lost.. And how long has he been here.

" i-.. Are you-.. " you weren't sure what to ask first, your far too shakened about this relevation.

The man raises its head as it cried.

" please please - PLEASE! get me out of here! I beg of you! " he cried, turmoil swirls to your stomach as your breath becomes ragged from panick-

" i- dont- I don't know how- where's the key?! " you asked as you frankly started searching around him, tears were already spilling to your beautiful E/C eyes.

" that- sick man s-stuck it in.. I-in that heart on the table! " the man coughed.

"Please I beg of you! H-hurry! "

You felt your soul left your body at the mention of where the key was, you slowly looked behind you to see the bloodied heart of a human on the.. Plate.. What.

Now that the sight finally downing into you, there were plates and utensils on the table and a half eaten liver too. Your heart aches as more realization hits you. Your husband was not only a murderer.. But also a cannibal.

You shook your head as you hurried your way to the heart shaking the feeling of disgust and vomit as your searched for the key inside. Why would he even stuck the key here?.. Perhaps.. Doe he know that you would disobey him soon? Whatever, you and the man need to get out of this place soon. You can't even bring yourself to call this home anymore.

Once you finally found the key, you wasted no more time snatching it in and ran back to the man, your now bloodied hand was shaking as you tried to unlock his cuffs.

" i-its ok now.. I got you.. O-once we get out for here i-ill call the cops. " you panted as you finally unlocked the last cuffs. The man fell on the floor as he cried "thank you's to you"

" there's no more time for this we have to- " a hand landed on your shoulder. You and the man froze in fear.

You stared at the man in front of you, seeing him gone quiet with a fearful look on his face tells you everything.

" darling.. " your breath caught on your throat as you felt your husband breath on your neck. The grip he hand on your shoulder tightened making you whimper.

" I thought I made myself clear about this. " you gasped as you felt something pierced behind you.

You coughed as you dropped on your knees as you held your side to see blood.. Your blood.

Your breath was shaky as you slowly turned to the man you shared your vows with, shared your bed with, shared your everything with, gave your love and everything.

More tears trailed on your eyes as he kneeled down to you cupping your cheeks, you leaned away from him as you scurried away as you whimpered. But he grabbed your jaw as his chocolate brown eyes.. Oh those eyes you once loved getting lost at.

" you should have listed to me, doe. " his eyes softened as you cried.

" it wouldn't have to be this way if you just stayed as a obedient little wife you are. "

He then cupped your cheek with his thumb wipped the tears off of your eyes smearing your blood on you.

You gasped for air as you started to see black dots in your vision as you clutched your side before your vision finally darkened , your husband sinister smile was the last thing you saw as you closed your eyes.

" I'll see you soon, my little doe. " and that was the last thing you heard as your body went numb.

Alastor craddled your now lifeless body as a year escaped his eyes, his victim was already crawling away but he could care less about that now. For now, he have to be by his beautiful wife like a doting husband he is.

Alastor kiss your cold forehead and went to your lips and gave it a one last kiss.

" I promise I'll come for you, my darling doe.. I ought to find you in every part of the afterlife.. I would tear down the heaven and hell just to find you again, just wait for me, mon chérie. "

Such a doting husband he is indeed.

[vaspider]

So I need a more adult persons take on this. Is it wrong to ask people to tag gory/graphic images from gaza? I'm not trying to bury my head in the sand. I don't want to block mention of palastine but god these images are triggering the shit out of me and it isn't making me more aware or more empathetic, I'm already angry and heartbroken and praying and donating what I can.

It is never wrong to ask someone to tag something for any reason. I've asked people to tag animals that I have a phobia of, and mentions of Laika (the first animal in space), because Laika was a good girl and she didn't deserve what happened to her. It was cruel and horrible and it upsets me in a way that I recognize is out of scope for the death of a single dog seventy years ago. That person may decline to tag things for whatever reason, and if that's the case, it isn't wrong for you to unfollow them, block them, add their username to a filter list, whatever you need to do in order to curate your online experience. Without talking directly about the topic you brought up, 'cause it's something I don't do, as I've said about ninety squintillion times -- I used to reblog/post pretty disturbing images of human bodies out of a misguided sense of justice. I have been online for a really long time, and a lot of the stuff that was posted as 'necessary education' Back In The Olden Times were images of police and/or mob brutality visited on Black & brown bodies. Out of a sense of white guilt and a feeling that I should be 'bearing witness' rather than turning away, I perpetuated some of those images, until -- very kindly and gently, I think, for the scope of what was happening -- it was pointed out to me that:

it is unkind to subject the people who have been or might be subject to that sort of racialized terror to images of bodies broken by it, and

it is almost invariably the exact opposite of what the families of those people want, and

it does nothing to actually make me a better person or to advance any sort of real justice, and instead

it simply acts as a grotesque sort of terror tourism or war porn for people who can simply turn off their computer or phone screen and go about their lives.

I am really grateful to the person who took the time to gently shake me. They didn't owe me that, and I'm glad they thought I was a worthwhile investment of time and energy.

Whoever is posting images of bodies or gory images of victims from any injustice like that, especially without appropriately tagging the images so that people don't have to engage with that? They may be motivated by the best of intentions, but as long as they are engaging in that sort of casual, continual terror tourism, they're ... not helping.

There was a great article about this back during Ferguson that really flipped a switch in my head about the subject, where it basically said this is just another way that dominant cultures, Americans especially, seem to treat the bodies of people they view as Other as theirs to consume. There are ways to talk about whatever is going on which do not require people to utilize the bodies and blood of the dead as tools of persuasion (or emotional bludgeoning, tbh), as symbols to show how Righteous we are by "not looking away," and at the cost of those who have been or are more directly affected by the images.

Doing that sort of thing isn't a good idea in the first place, and you're not wrong to ask anybody to tag anything, or to disengage from those people if they find themselves unwilling or unable to tag that content so that you can care for your own mental health.

[zaritarazi]

(x)

[bicolor-fart]

less flowery language around cannibalism and more animal lust in the picture pls. to eat a person can be read as an act of devotion, sure, but for me, to eat someone is literally and metaphorically an extension of passion, excitement, lust. not romance. it's messy and unsanitary and difficult and fucking hot as hell. i get my teeth on you there's not sweet a thing in the world you can say that'll taste better than your flesh popping between my incisors. i don't care if you taste gamey. im going to carve a hole and fuck it with my tongue

[selineram3421]

*giggles like a psycho*

First Day

Part 2

Part 1

Alastor and Child Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ children (lol), reader being a menace ☺, blood/gore, ALL CAPS Bold red Italics = SOUND AFFECTS, red italics= Alastor's thoughts, fake crying, food mention(desserts), mention of murder, mention of kidnapping, mention of torture, murder of test demon ⚠

You saw the school bus and it was filled with shouts and screeches of other demon children. Making sure you of the item in your pocket, you readied yourself to begin the plan.

Stage one: Have some control over the school bus.

The door opened and you hop up the steps, the screams even louder now that you were inside.

It was absolutely unhinged.

I can do better. You thought, taking a quick glance to find a seat.

"Hurry up and sit down brat.", the bus driver yelled.

"Quiet before I cut you open.", you said to them without missing a beat and walked towards the back of the bus.

You were calm as the other children were acting like drug addicts.

One was bold enough to try and trip you with their leg out. Looking at them, you see that they have a cocky grin.

"Can you please move your leg? Its in the way.", you ask.

"No. Just go over it.", they laughed.

With a shrug you do just that, they try and lift their leg up higher to trip you but you jump at the last second and aim for their knee.

SNAP

They scream like bloody murder as they cry, grabbing the attention of the other children. All eyes are on you and the broken leg that's spewing out blood.

"I did ask nicely.", you say before continuing on your way to the open seat in the back.

Finally, you arrive at the school and find your classroom, now you were standing next to the teacher as your new classmates make a mess with paper planes and other items.

"Everyone SHUT UP! This is the new student.", the teacher Ms. Mayberry introduces you to the class. "Go on and say hello, then take the empty seat over in the middle."

You nod and smile as you face the children.

"Don't cross me or you might end up like Mikey!", you say cheerfully and go sit down.

Stage two: Assert dominance and be kind to those who are kind to you. *weed out any snakes*

.

Alastor got ready to pick up his little demon.

I wonder if they had fun. He thought before leaving the hotel.

On his way over, he picked up some pastries from their favorite bakery. Now the Radio Demon was just a few feet away from the gate that had a few lingering children, that's where he saw his little one waiting with the teacher who was smoking.

They spotted him and lit up.

"Alastor!", they cheered before running up.

The teacher had backed up a bit after noticing who he was.

"Good afternoon mon petite!", he said and picked them up. "Did you have a good time? Hm? Were there any pests?"

"I took care of it! But all of them went home alive.", they replied as he began walking back to the hotel. "Bye Ms. Mayberry!", they waved to their teacher.

They had started to tell him what happened on the school bus as they got closer to the hotel, that is when the deer demon reminded them to look sad.

"I don't think I can keep a straight face but I can still cry like I'm sad.", the little demon said. "I know what to do."

They hid their face on his shoulder and started shaking their shoulders, making convincing sniffles and sobs.

Alastor opened the hotel doors, finding the princess and her partner, one of them holding a cupcake.

"Oh no, what happened?", Charlie asked after noticing the little demon's shaking shoulders.

"There was a bully that harassed them today.", he answered and made his way over to the stairs, lifting up the bakery box. "I've already bought them sweets to cheer them up but you can leave the cupcake for dessert after dinner."

Once in the hotel room, he sets them down and put the box of sweets on the small table near the door.

"Wash your hands before getting your sweets.", he says before helping them take off their school bag.

"Ok!", they nod and run over to the bathroom.

Taking the box, the demon in red snaps his fingers to conjure some plates on the coffee table. He sets up the table before putting the pastries on the plates. Making sure to get their favorite cup for their drink.

They went to their room before coming back out with no coat and taking a seat on the couch.

"Now, tell me all about your day.", he said giving them a plate with a slice of cranberry pomegranate curd tart. "What kind of drink would you like with your sweets?"

They ask for their favorite drink and proceed to tell him about what happened after the "tripping" incident.

The deer demon prepares a cup of coffee while getting their drink.

"Some of the kids tried to act tough and pick a fight with me during reeses. The supervisors don't care if there's a fight as long as no one gets killed.", they said before taking a bite of the tart. "I broke a lot of bones today.", they add.

"Don't speak while chewing dear.", Alastor hands them a napkin, placing their cup next to their plate before sitting down.

They go into detail of all the injuries they caused with a wide smile. Telling him that they want to learn more tactics of intimidation to scare some of the staff.

"Finish your homework and I'll take you out so you can have hands on experience.", he says and sips his coffee.

"Really!?", they ask excited.

"Of course! Its the best way to learn."

After dinner (and their desert), they headed out and found a demon to test on.

"The best way to intimidate someone is through fear. Give them something that will always remind others not to try anything. Breaking the boy's leg was good, but remember that it is on school grounds that you cannot kill.", he says as both of them watch the test demon scream as they are being taken apart limb by limb. "Of course you have my permission to kill anyone that tries to kill or kidnap you. Or other terrible things.."

"Can I torture them a little bit?", they ask.

"Yes, but don't let your guard down.", the Radio Demon says, using the tendrils to rip the test demon's head off. "Remember mon petite, prey can bite back."

On the way back to the hotel, he got them a new plush, a small mouse to attach to their school bag.

"Mr. Squeaks."

Tehe.

~Seline, the person.

Extra: Dessert image

Extra EXTRA: Art

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