#horror themes

[envydeath]

silence lay steadily.

things haunt, joshua jennifer espinoza // giovanni's room, james baldwin // through me (the flood), hozier // flowers in the attic, v.c. andrews // i am in eskew, jon ware // anatomy, kitty horrorshow // the haunting of hill house, shirley jackson

[2kcore]

hello kitty chucky

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Dream: at least come out and talk to me

Villager: you need to stop talking to your brother. Prophecy Nightmare: WHAT? Dream: …excuse you? Villager: See? There's your attitude. Prophecy Nightmare: I Prophecy Nightmare: . . . Villager: He's corrupting you with his demonic powers. Prophecy Nightmare: KILL THIS MAN.

Prophecy Nightmare: HEY Dream: DON'T EVEN START.

Villager: his skull broke! can you believe that? all i did was throw his book at him and it CRACKED! like an egg! Dream: ??

Nightmare: uh. m Nightmare: hi! brother. i Nightmare: i fell out of the tree. again Nightmare: sorry Dream: oh! that's okay, i can patch you up :)

Dream: ARE YOU SULKING

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Horror

I just want to take Danny, our funky little ghost boy, and I want to use him as a catalyst for horror. I want to turn up the weirdness, that cryptid energy, that eldritch spooky boy stuff, and I want to sic him on DC characters that aren’t exactly ready to handle that

I want to release a feral Phantom in Gotham, hungering, bestial, and on the prowl for those members of the Bats that smell deliciously of death. It’s hard to get a good look at it, the shadows seem to cling to the thing, but the Bats that encounter it remember it’s hungry snapping jaws and too many teeth

I want a building that thieves and gangsters avoid like the plague. It’s cursed they say, anyone who goes in never comes out the same. Whatever is in there, it’s never described the same way twice, the only thing consistent is its glowing green eyes

I want a Danny who knows too much, things he couldn’t possibly know. Tim wants to know HOW he knows. He says all he does is listen, he could show Tim if he really wanted to learn. It’s all fine until Tim starts hearing the whispers.

I want a grief stricken Bruce seeing a boy who looks way too much like Jason, only to lose sight of him moments later. Jason’s funeral was just a week before, Bruce knows his son is in the ground. He’s inclined to think it’s just a coincidence, but then he sees him again, and again. He never manages to catch up to him, and anytime he checks the cameras, there is no boy. Is he going mad?

There’s a boy in the walls of Wayne Manor, Damian is sure of it. He hasn’t seen him, but he’s heard him, crawling and scuttling about  between walls and through old passageways, some of which have been bricked off for years. His family wants to believe him, but no matter how many times they look, they never find anything. 

I want to use Danny as a method to scare and traumatize DC characters. Specifically Batman characters since that’s what I’m most familiar with. I just love making him a freaky dude and I want to write so many things just letting him be a freaky little dude

[lyome]

Uhuhu I love the way you write <33 Since if i understood correctly request are open, can I request yandere Nikolai (bsd) punishing f!reader who tried to escape ^^!

note: okayy i might've written this a bit too horror-like. i hope you like it though! it was sm fun to write nikolai tho hehe pairing: yan!nikolai x f!reader tags/warnings: abuse!! yandere themes, blood, corpses, murder, captivity, manipulation, guilt tripping, very horror like(??) please read with caution

Nikolai loved you. But his love wasn’t the typical kind. Nothing about him was typical. He’d smile and say the most wretched things. He’d hold you and his nails would dig far too deep in your skin. At first you were just trying to be nice to this strange man. You had no idea how starved he was for kindness, or how far he’d go to keep it.

It took you months to push through the bathroom window. It was small and greasy and too tall for you. Nikolai must’ve known that, having deemed the very idea of pressing yourself through it impossible. But here you were, falling face first on the icy cold ground in the middle of the night. Dirty from the grease and bruised from Nikolai’s last tantrum. 

From there it was a matter of luck. You didn’t know this place, and you quickly realised you didn’t know the country either. He kept you somewhere completely foreign, where people hardly even spoke English. All they saw in you was a frantic, insane foreigner covered in filth. No one thought to help you nor call the police. They assumed you were just one of the homeless beggars struggling for change. 

As you stumbled about for days, you did manage to speak to a few people. Directions to the police, some small amounts of money, an old lady even gave you a small loaf of bread. She didn’t understand you, nor you her, but you were unimaginably grateful.

You took to hiding that night after you deemed the police unapproachable. Nikolai was a frantic idiot who openly told you about what he did, for who, and why. You’ve spent months trapped in a small room and bathroom with no one but him. And he loved to talk. 

It was all pitter, patter and quiz after quiz. He drove you insane.

Curled up in the bushes of a park, you couldn’t sleep. You were cold, hungry, and utterly mortified. 

Nikolai did talk far too much, but he had his secrets. You were just a barista that he frequently saw whilst out and about with Fyodor. An innocent bystander who caught the jester’s eye. One thing led to another, until eventually you found his secret. His obsession. 

Printed polaroid photos of you, your friends, family and loved ones spilled from his pale white cloak. And he showed it all with a smile. Laughing at your terror, threatening all you hold dear. And then you were gone.

It’s insane to you to remember you used to have a life. You had a job and friends and your world was more than the bright wallpaper that forced you to vomit. There was more to your life than Nikolai’s ugly laughter and threats.

You managed to fall asleep after crying your eyes out. It was too much. But when the morning came your blood chilled. 

The sun was bright and birds sang a tune you’ve long forgotten. And at your feet was a note. An ugly one, for it was Nikolai’s handwriting scribbled harshly on the stained page. It said:

To my dearest dove, 

You’ve outdone yourself. Say, beautiful, have you been hiding how cruel you really are? Why, all this time I thought you loved me! This really hurts, y’know. My heart is bleeding because of you. I might as well put a bullet through it. Is that what you want? You want someone to die for you? 

If you wanted blood on your hands so badly you should’ve asked! I’ve prepared you a gift, in fact. You’ve been bad. Very bad. But I’m in a forgiving mood! Just come, find me here. I promise you’ll love my gift.

Oh and, if you don’t show up, things will get bad. For both of us.

Forever yours, Nikolai 

Directions were on the other side. It was a block away, and his tone was all too familiar. You could practically hear him speak. One moment his voice would get low and husky and you’d nearly forget what a monster he is. And in the next he’d sing and chime in that insane way he always did. 

Nikolai was a cruel man. So you obeyed. He had already found you, there was no point in trying. You found the building with ease. An ugly abandoned little thing. It reeked of something metallic.

By the time you identified the smell as blood, it was too late. The very first room you entered showed you exactly what Nikolai meant by surprise. 

In front of you was a mutilated corpse of a man who gave you enough money to get yourself water. He had been stabbed repeatedly all across his body. You could see Nikolai doing it. Frantic and laughing as the helpless man begged for it to end. Helpless against the ability user.

You wanted to scream. The old you would’ve been shocked. But by now Nikolai taught you to accept this. And at the sight of your frozen face, Nikolai decided to appear. His face popped out of the space-wrap created by his cloak, standing upside down. Now you yelped, inhaled and exhaled in quick repetition, terrified by his head alone. You were like a bunny in front of a fox.

“Darling!” He exclaimed, smiling so innocently in spite of the corpse behind him, “I’ve missed you!”

“Nikolai, please. Let me go.”

“Let you go? But where would you go?”

Bright, yellow light illuminated the room. He was holding you now, fully present within the room. Gloved hands warm as they cupped your face, his palms on your cheeks. You were too scared to move. Eyes watery with tears you desperately tried to keep. 

He said your name, mumbled it like a secret. A confession only him and you could hear. “(y/n), where would you go? Don’t you know you only have me?” 

Why did he have to look so sad when he hurt you? At the start that was what broke you first. The guilt and sorrow in his eyes as he simply kept going. There was no end to it. Nikolai didn’t know when to stop.

“Please,” you mouthed. 

“Oh, stop that.” He was cold now. Just like that, in an instant, his mood turned sour. Face stoic and empty. “This is your fault, isn’t it? Don’t beg me now. It makes you look pathetic.”

His starry eye glinted in the dim light of the building. Deep and endless, beautiful. He was beautiful. 

“There’s more to see, ptichka.”

Nikolai had moved out of the way, pulling his cloak to the side as you noticed the staircase leading up. Somehow you already knew what you’d see. There was a corpse right next you here, of course there would be more. Nikolai never bothered with mercy or reason. What’s a few more lives that he can throw on your coincense?

You were frozen in terror, reluctant to move. But then Nikolai leaned in, whispering to you; “They were so nice, weren’t they?.” He laughed, “There’s more upstairs.” 

“What do you- What do you mean?”

Darkness and light and then he’s gone. His demonic cackle echoing. 

You knew better than to trust him. You paid for trusting him by giving away your life. Captured by a psychopath who cared for nothing but desperation in your eyes. But all his wretched acts had yet to strip you of your humanity. You thought of that woman’s old wrinkled face, her warm smile and the way her skin was littered with moles and deep blue veins. She saw you, a dirty and lost thing, and she helped you.

And Nikolai killed her. Hung her up by a rope and ended her misery. 

“Isn’t that ugly? Yuck! I hate old people.”

Your voice was weak, “How could you?”

He sat atop a pile of crates and boxes, illuminated by a green light bulb. White cloak and suit dirtied by blood and mud. You could see hand prints on his cloak, palms soaked in blood as they clung to him. No doubt begging to stay alive. 

“Y’know when I heard she gave you bread I was sure it’d be deadly or something! I mean, don’t old things attract old things? Yuck, just imagine it. The old hag might’ve given my little sparrow stale bread! I simply had to punish her for that possibility alone. You understand, don’t you?”

You were still staring at her. She must’ve had grandchildren, a daughter or son, maybe there was someone taking care of her. And now she’s gone. Because she was kind to you.

Nikolai was displeased by your lack of reaction. He sighed dramatically, chin resting in his palm as he simply observed you. “Hmm, I suppose it takes a grand trick to make you smile.”

“I’ll go back with you. Please, no more tricks.”

“Oh, my darling, it’s too late for that. Why would I trust a fucking idiot who can’t even see how good she has it with me?”

And then he took your hand in his, ability melting into your flesh as you watched your entire limb disappear. Sometimes you swear Nikolai laughed on beat with circus music. 

“Such a cute face. I forget how pretty you can get,” his hand intertwined with yours, fingers meeting and tangling, “when you’re utterly terrified.”

A bone snapped. You screamed, fell to the ground, tried to pull your hand away despite knowing it’s worthless. Nikolai had snapped one of your fingers. You heard the bone. 

What a chilling scene this was. Nikolai the jester, you his assistant, and the hanging woman between you was the audience. 

There were tears on your face, the pain being too much. Nikolai’s ability terrified you. He could be standing there, harmless. And then his cloak covered his face and you felt his tongue on your skin. Lips meeting yours once he had tasted your tears. He bit you hard, and then he was gone. Leaving nothing but the taste of blood on your tongue.

“You know, I was really, really, really, hurt when I saw you were gone. Don’t you know you can’t fly, silly? I took your wings, remember? I took everything from you. Don’t you just absolutely hate that? Oh, do you hate me too then? I’d hate it if you hated me! But you don't, right? Or maybe you escaped because you do. But that’d make me sad. Ahh, just thinking about why you’d do this makes me confused! C’mon birde, say it isn’t so. You don’t hate me right?”

He was a lunatic. His words were insane. But your hand was back and your arm still stung and your lip throbbed in sharp pain and the woman’s body circled about until her ugly dead eyes found yours and vomit fought to bubble out of your throat. 

“I hate you,” you cried out silently. You were sick of it. You wanted to die. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you,” You chanted. With every chant you broke his heart, hoping he’d use the shattered pieces on your throat, arms, and legs. Cut you up and destroy you. Give you some sort of release, an end to the misery.

“You’re boring.” 

His face was cold as he approached you. No smile nor taunt to be offered. And then his fist met yours, body seated atop your abdomen as he kept punching and punching. Your nose cracked, your jaw, your tongue. It all bled and stung and you swore you could see stars. The floor was coated in your blood.“You hate me, do you? You hate this, right? Because that’s what I do right? I hurt you and I’m horrible, right?” He spat at you. Saliva mixing with tears and blood, falling down your swollen face. You couldn’t speak. “I would’ve let you off this once. Maybe you’re just stupid, I’m fine with that. I like you stupid. Ah, but now I have to be mean.”

[pintsofguinnesmakeyoustrong]

people saying that its unrealistic for the kids in skinamarink to be so chill with all the weird shit going on but like. that's just how being a kid is. when you're 5 years old theres monsters under your bed and in your bedroom closet and in the deep end of the pool and under the slide and hiding in the bushes. you grow up believing that one wrong step will land you in the jaws of death, so you do your little rituals to keep the monsters at bay. can we sleep downstairs tonight? can we watch something happy?

[fogsy-feel]

All these theories going around that Eli was made by the Nemeton, But I pose WHAT IF he was made by the nogitsune... okay yes this makes no sense but nothing about the show made sense sooo.

Stiles seeing this: Nope. Nope. Nope No-

[nix-writes-mcyt]

I saw that you opened requests and I just had to send this in!

I've requested this before to someone else but I love seeing others interpretations, feel free to ignore :]]

Can I get something with Sculk! CubFan? Maybe just some fluff with the reader being concerned for his health with all the Sculk over his body. I'm so normal about Sculk Cub I swear.

Honestly.. I'm normal about Cub too. I promise. 100% normal. Yep... Anyway, this was fun. It was really refreshing to write and I hope you enjoy it!

Come Home

Oneshot Contains: Spooky setting, fluff --------------------

Rain pummels the small umbrella you hold over your head. You've somehow managed to not get entirely soaked through, which is what you'd expected. That's the one thing you're grateful for right now.

Hurriedly, you make your way towards the museum. You hadn't wanted to go out today, not in this weather, but an emergency tip had made up your mind.

The tip concerned your partner, who you haven't seen in some time. He's been busy collecting things to go in the museum. You know better than to distract him from projects.

The two of you have still been speaking through your communicators, but from the sounds of things Cub has been hiding from you.

As you reach the bottom steps of the museum thunder cracks nearby. You roll your eyes. Timing.

You climb the stairs and put down your umbrella before pushing open the door. Inside it's as dark as it is outside, only lit by candles.

That makes sense given so much of the power is down, but it's quite the shift from the only other time you've been in the museum.

You're used to the bright lights, the way all the displays are spotlighted. The large windows flooding the rooms with sunlight. Today those are not an option.

You carefully make your way around the museum, not wanting to break anything valuable in the dark. "Cub?" You call into the darkness, hoping he will find you first.

You're slow moving around, every crack of thunder makes you feel more tense. The candles really don't do a good job of lighting your way, but you do notice a small trail of skulk on the floor. It glitters in the darkness, lighting a path for you to follow.

You don't know where it goes, but nothing else is highlighted. It's all you have to go off of.

Through the cracks of thunder you swear you hear footsteps. "Cub?" You call again. Silence. Then thunder.

Every fiber of your being at this point is tense. Every step you take cautious. You move as silently as you can, not wanting to disturb whatever you can hear moving in the dark.

You get the feeling you're not moving quite silently enough. You stop, so do the other set of footsteps. A clap of thunder goes off somewhere nearby, followed shortly by a purple flash.

The extra light doesn't last long, but it illuminates a silhouette near the window. "Cub?" You try again, creeping that way.

As you get closer you see the figure. An armour stand. Your muscles relax, allowing you to let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding.

Your attention turns back to the glittering trail of skulk which leads you further into the museum.

The footsteps continue, you think it must be an echo. When you stop they stop, so that must be it. You wouldn't think with all the items in the museum that it would echo, but hey, what other option is there? Well.. you'd rather not think about that.

The rain seems to somehow be coming down even harder outside, the volume having increased significantly. The thunder is louder too. The storm must be right overhead now.

At this point you're unsure how far into the museum you are, what you've passed. All Your bearings are gone save for the skulk.

There is more of it now, not just one small trail but numerous that keep melting into one another.

You follow them into what seems to be a hallway, there are trails coming from illuminated rooms either side of you. This room also has no windows, and it's too dark to see what's on the walls.

Following the skulk it takes you to a door on the far left. The door is ajar, you can see the room is pitch black. Or rather you know it is because you can't see anything.

In a moment of genius you move into the room across from the dark one and take a lit candle and it's holder as to not burn your hands. Moving back into the hall you see the art now, it's possibly the least spooky thing you can think of. Hot guy merch as far as you can see.

You just shake your head and push into the darkness of the room.

There is skulk everywhere, so much of it that you can see the outline of the desk and the chair that sit in the center. "Cub?" You try once again.

The door closes behind you, the sudden movement in air flow managing to put out your only source of light.

You can feel yourself starting to panic, footsteps that definitely are not yours nor are echos of yours. Your heart races.

You see something come into view. It's skulk, that you're sure of. But you can't make out the shape. You have no idea what it is you're looking at.

"Are you there Cub?" You ask the darkness. "I'm here." He finally replies.

You're relived to know you're here with him. The sound of his voice relaxes you tremendously. You've missed it.

"Can I see you?" "No." His response is instant. "I don't want you to see me like this." You frown, not that he can see it.

"Why not?" "There was an accident. I'm not the same now. I'll scare you away." You can hear the sadness in his voice, you can feel it in yourself as well.

"Cub," your voice is soft, sympathetic almost, but loving, "there is no change that could happen to you that would scare me away. I married you for a reason." "Not for this."

"Show me, please." Cub sighs at your request. He's still soft for you, he always has been.

A spark, then a flame as he lights a single candle before you. In the low light you can still see him as he is. You realise quickly that the skulk shape that you saw moving in the dark is actually a part of Cub, where the substance has taken over his body.

"It started some time ago, just a small patch I could cover, but it grew. Xisuma and I worked on a cure as it got worse and it worked. Unfortunately we haven't found a way to reverse it." He doesn't look at you, not even near you.

You study him, other than the skulk on his skin he still looks like your Cub, sounds like him. "This is why you've not come home." You say quietly. He nods. "I didn't know if you'd still love me like this. I didn't want to return until we found a way to return me to normal."

"And if that had never happened?" You ask. He shakes his head. "That wasn't an option." Losing you, to him, was not an option. It never was. He'd have come back eventually, although you wish he hadn't gone in the first place.

The silence between the two of you is comforting, just being in each others presence enough to keep you both relaxed as thunder rumbles through the building. You know what you want, the same thing you have wanted for ages now.

"I miss having the man I married in my life. Will you come home?" You ask Cub quietly. He doesn't answer you straight away, he doesn't even look entirely sure he should be considering it.

You know you'll respect his answer regardless. If he chooses to stay here then you'll just have to come see him often, no matter how much you don't want that to happen, it's possible it will.

He sighs deeply, finally bringing himself to look you in the eye. "I'll come home."

[cyborg-franky]

Hello Franky!

Can I please ask Sabo or Law with prompts L (yandere if possible) or 9 (fluff)?

Thank you so much!!!

My first truly horror themed one and I am exicted.

Sabo x GN Reader Modern AU HORROR THEMES - YANDERE THEMES SFW Word Count: 1,260

The rain beat down on your little car, the constant rippling dots that bombarded your windscreen, the rate the sky was attacking you caused your windscreen wipers to struggle, you could barely see anything as you drove down the country road. Your wheels hit each and every bump along the track, the car shaking and rumbling over poorly surfaced roads.

Your radio, the only reprieve from how horrible the night was crackled and spluttered, and as you averted your eyes from the window towards your radio you felt one nasty bump in particular, even with your seat belt fastened you lurched off the seat and let out a pained cry.

That was when your car told you it had, had enough, and spluttered to a grinding halt. Your breath left you, ragged and heavy as you slammed your hands on the horn letting out a loud disgruntled shout to match the noise that penetrated the rainy world outside.

You already knew what the answer would be as you picked up your phone and it was showing as no signal. You laughed, the sound was hollow as you once again stared out the window, nothing but trees on either side of the grubby road, your lights casting an eerie glow.

At least it was some comfort out here in the dark country lane. The issue was more than likely something to do with the tire but you weren’t ready to brace the hardship of going out into cold, wet stormy darkness.

“Fuuuuck, what the hell was that?” You jumped and spun around seeing Sabo, you almost forgot about him taking a nap in the backseat.

“I think I hit a pothole too hard and the wheels fucked.” You explained and unfastened your seatbelt to swivel around and face him.

“So, are you saying we are stuck out here in the middle of nowhere?” He asked and shifted in his seat, sitting between the two front seats, leaning in and watching you, you saw something in his eyes, was that a smirk tugging the corner of his lips?

No, it was dark, don’t be crazy you told yourself. You weren’t excited to be stuck in a car with your boyfriend, after this trip you were going to break up with him and this little issue was going to delay your progress in getting away.

“Does anyone know we are on the way back?” He asked as he leaned even closer to you, his hand on your shoulder, digging his thumb into you as he tried to hide it as a ‘calming’ gesture but you twitched.

“Ace? You sent a message to him right?” You asked and he hummed, nodding a little and suddenly you wished you’d fired off a message to your friend about it.

The cold world outside with the lashing rain and the winds that swotted at the mighty walls of trees on either side of your car seemed warmer and more welcoming than being sat in here with him. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you pulled away from Sabo.

“So I’m going out to see if I can fix it” You announced as you grabbed your coat from the passenger seat and started to awkwardly shimmy into it while sitting in place.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to do that?” His voice seemed so flat, his eyes focused on your every movement, his lips set to a firm line as you stuffed your phone into your pocket and opened the door.

The rain beating on the hood louder now, hearing the clanking of droplets against metal and you plastered the best fake smile on your face and shrugged. “Nah, it’s alright, maybe nap again? I should be able to get it sorted myself.”

Before he could comment you were out the door, all but slamming it in his face as you tried to steady yourself on the side of the car, your feet slipping and sliding in the mud, you hissed and crouched down to look at the wheel, the flash from your phone your only guide. The tire was fucked, it must have hit the hole, just like you assumed. 

Another sigh, not enjoying how the angry weather beat at you. Rain soaking into your jeans, your feet somehow finding very puddle and soaking your feet. You stood up and made your way around the car, popping open the trunk and peering in.

You leaned into the dryness and looked at your phone, one single bar of signal and you felt relife wash over you, almost enough to drown out the anxious gnawing at your gut. You quickly opened up messages, typing as fast as you could with wet fingers, sliding across your screen as you tried to press send. 

“Need help?” You felt Sabo right behind you, feeling his arms on either side of you, boxing you in, making you drop your phone into the trunk, the light flashing in your face and it was enough to see the smirk on Sabo’s face.

He leaned in, never breaking eye contact as he grabbed your phone and read the message, you hadn’t managed to press send but the message was clear as day sitting there on your screen and he clicked his tongue before he tossed it carelessly over his shoulder. 

“I’m very glad you came on this trip with me,” Sabo said as he pressed against you, forcing you to feel the burn and pinch of the edge of the trunk against your legs. “I saw those messages you sent, about wanting to break up with me and well, it upset me a little.” 

“Sabo! What the Fuck? I.. can we talk about this when we get back?” You asked and grimaced as he pressed even harder. You wanted to be livid about your phone, but fear was gripping you harder and tighter around your heart then the anger that tried to pulse through you.

“Oh, yeah, sure.” He shrugged and let you up, you let out a sigh of relief as you had breathing space. 

You eyed your phone that sat half submerged in a muddy puddle and knew there was no way you were going to save that, you briefly mourned the loss of memories on the device before you watched Sabo take the spare from the trunk.

He held the wrench in his hand, gripping it and staring out at the darkness, listening to the rain pitter-patter and the sounds in his mind, the gripping fear of losing you. You were about to step away and sit in the car when you felt the sharp stinging pain in the back of your head. 

Darkness, far darker than the lonely woods that stretched for miles. He picked you up and tossed you into the trunk. He sighed and dug into his pockets, pulling out gloves that he put on, flexing his hands, and feeling how the leather felt against his skin before he dragged a metal box from the back of the trunk and flipped it open.

“I wish you hadn’t been so ungrateful, willing to throw away everything we had together, now I have to do something drastic.” He said to himself, you out cold with blood seeping from the wound he’d caused. “I gotta make sure you never leave…”

The rain poured, the wind howled, the tree’s swayed and a scream pierced the night.

[debbiecolon]

My piece for @xvhorrorzine, which is a homage to Jigoku Shoujo. Gentiana is the perfect lady in XV to usher souls to the afterlife.

Zine leftovers are available until 08/21.

[chloecorvid]

Illustration I made of my DnD character Norphanus (orc-elf) since his main motivations have now been revealed to the party! He wants to bring his dead fiancé Tide (water genasi) back from the dead to atone for the accident he was involved in, and to become a Lich King to create a kingdom of undead for those who are denied an afterlife like he was... because poor Norph was drowned as a child for messing with Necromancy in his Sun-Elf city...

The running joke in our server is that it's always Bully-Norph-O'clock

[cherrymogai]

[ID: Two flags with seven stripes. The middle stripe is thin, and branches out in the center to make an eye. The colors are: Pale raspberry, dull plum, dark plum, pale magenta, dark bluish-purple, dull purple, faded heather. The eye is filled with dark purple. The second flag is the same, but the colors are pastel. END ID]

Exocosmaculem

(PT: Exocosmaculem)

A OCULIN gender related to the concept of eldritch beings outside our realm, their power seeping into the world we live in. It happens in small ways, seemingly disconnected experiences. But as one falls deeper and deeper into the study of these forces, they realize it's all connected in ways mere mortals can't even hope to fathom. Even glimpsing this power is enough to change a person forever, consuming their very being, unable to go back to ignorant bliss.

Name comes from exo (outside), cosmos, and maculem (to stain).

For day seven of the cherrymogai coining event, eldritch/infinity

[starlightfae]

the idea of vampires draining their victims of all blood is so weak, both from a practical standpoint and as a horror concept standpoint

practically, it’s so much more efficient to grab a few victims and just rotate out who you drink from while the others replenish their blood. that way you aren’t dropping bodies everywhere (which keeps you relatively low on monster hunters’ radars), you don’t have to expend time/energy to hunt down your prey, and the humans you keep make more blood

as a horror concept, being hunted down and consumed is certainly scary, but then you’re dead and it’s done, so like… scary, but not horrifying. but being kept as a monster’s livestock, being consumed repeatedly with no end in sight, only able to sit and wait to be fed upon? that’s horrifying. (unless you’re into that, in which case good for you lol)

[hazeerror]

Face of the Devil

My version of Beelzebub, his powers are mostly controling blood and flesh, inncluding his own. Even tho his main fight style is bendiing and controling his body, he still feels pain just as anyone else. Its his punishment.

[cosmicwhoresimpingismyliving]

Okay okay so I rewatched Pickman’s Model, written by H.P Lovecraft from Del Toro’s cabinet of curiosities. I love this series on Netflix, this and The Sandman are basically my comfort shows💚

Also Crispin Glover in this 🥺😭🥵🤤

Ben Barnes in this too was incredible🤩

The whole Anthology series is truly remarkable, I do love the series as a whole but Pickman’s Model is truly in my eyes number one of this series.

[thechillsquid]

Generation Loss: Social Experiment Artwork