#horror-esque

[homunculuslover]

The silence in the air is like a stagnating foul stench that lingered heavily. She clasped her hands to her mouth to stifle her ragged breath, body trembling...and waited.

Then...a creak, followed by a recognised squeak....the tittering of giggles above her head...

"Found yoooooou.~"

A commission for Lian with his new adopts. X3 I do love Smile and Giggle Sunny. Make for fun lers. >u>

[b-movie-scream-king]

There won't be anything left of you <3

TW: gore and a wee bit of cannibalism also, this is like my first time posting fanfic on tumblr so I'm a little scared 💉🩸🔪 💉🩸🔪 💉🩸🔪

The frigid air is enough to make Eric shiver, Maybe not just that, He is ass naked and strapped to one of those white plastic picnic tables.

Maybe this was a bad idea. No, this was definitely a bad idea. But the sight of Wednesday in that fucking nurse costume drove Eric crazy, and he couldn’t say no. So now he's in Wednesday’s dark, cold basement, Completely stripped down and duct taped to a table.

Suddenly the door creaks open and with the click of a switch, the room is lit by a dim light. Wednesday steps in front of the table, dressed in the white, laced nurse outfit.

Fuck,

Eric can’t wait until he sees it stained red.

Eric bites his lip as he watches Wednesday pull out the butcher’s knife, sighing shakily as it’s pressed against his chest. Wednesday leans down and presses their lips together, tightening his grip on the knife as he drags it along Eric’s chest.

Eric pulls away and lets out a short gasp as blood starts to drip from the cut, it’s not deep enough to do intense damage. Just enough for it to hurt. Wednesday leans in closer and starts kissing Eric’s neck, gently biting him as he makes another identical cut on Eric's chest. Just a few inches from the other one.

Eric groans softly, arching his back as Wednesday mouths at his neck.

Maybe this wasn��t as bad as he thought,

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

And then Eric snaps back to reality. This wasn’t just another kinky roleplay they were doing, I mean, it was, but this was different.

Eric is supposed to die tonight.

He knew he could back out at any minute, just tell Wednesday "No," and this would be all over.

But he wanted this, he really wanted this. Wednesday wanted this, and Eric wanted Wednesday.

Wednesday leaned back down and pressed a few gentle kisses on his chest before he started licking at the cuts. The metallic taste of blood filled Wednesday’s mouth, Driving him absolutely crazy. He needed more.

He brought the knife down onto Eric's stomach, making a long incision, Eric gasped as Wednesday dragged the knife across his belly, the cut reaching from hip to hip. Eric lets out a sob, tears running down his face as Wednesday messed with the incision. Slicing him open how I sliced myself back in 7th grade. He could feel Eric’s organs moving around inside of him now.

Welp, no turning back now.

He gave Eric's chest one last kiss before pulling away, combing his fingers through Eric's dyed hair before he grabbed a pair of gloves and slipped them on.

Wednesday thinks long and hard. If he went through with this there’d be no more Eric, and that would fucking suck. But hey, he still had Joey, Joey and Acey. He could make do with them.

But they’d never be like Eric…

He grabbed the knife, and looked down at Eric, making direct eye contact. Silently asking for consent. Eric nods furiously. Wednesday leans down and kisses Eric one last time before he presses the knife against his neck.

Wednesday stands up straight and pulls his arm back, Eric squirms in anticipation. And then in a single movement, Wednesday brings the knife down as hard and as fast as he could. Eric lets out a scream before the knife makes contact with his throat.

The knife slices halfway through his neck, blood splurts out as Eric gurgles, his vision blurring. He feels Wednesday kiss his cheek before he brings the knife back down and finishes the job. Eric goes limp as Wednesday sets the knife down next to his lifeless body.

Wednesday picks up the severed head, staring into Eric’s unseeing eyes.

He wishes it wasn’t over…

He leans in and kisses Eric’s lips, They’re still warm. He wonders how long he can preserve this, maybe keep it in his freezer, take it out whenever he gets lonely. Wednesday looks back down at the table, Looking at the rest of Eric’s body.

Maybe the fun wasn't over yet.

He set Eric’s head aside and then picked the knife back up and turned his attention back to the corpse. He cut the duct tape that bound Eric to the table before he started hacking off each of Eric’s limbs until there was a pile of body parts on his basement floor.

Wednesday’s once white outfit, which Eric insisted he wore, was now stained red. The strong scent of blood filled the room. And then the realization of what he had done hit Wednesday how my father used to hit me. He killed Eric. Eric was dead and his parts were scattered across the floor, his blood was on Wednesday’s hands, on Wednesday’s dress, in his hair. Wednesday collapsed to the floor, staring at his ceiling as he started blacking out.

He fucking killed someone.

𖤐𖤐𖤐

Wednesday stood in his kitchen, he didn’t cook much. But Joey and Acey were coming over, and he wanted to make it a night to remember. He went to the liquor store down the street and bought the good shit and now he was making fettuccine alfredo, well, he was trying to make fettuccine alfredo. He was following the first recipe he could find.

The recipe called for chicken, and Wednesday didn’t have chicken. Wednesday didn’t have any kind of meat in his house. His fridge was mostly empty. Why would he buy food if he was just gonna go out to eat?

He opened his freezer and then he saw it. The trash bag that he’d thrown in there a few nights ago night.

He can either, go turn himself in, or, he could maybe commit another crime and substitute the chicken for… something else.

And like any other sane person,

He picks option 2.

He pulls the trash bag out and slams it onto the counter as the memories of the other night come flooding back to him.

The act, the high, and the aftermath.

He burned the costume and discarded the head.

Not the hair, he shaved that shit and saved it.

He pulled out an arm from the bag, examining it. There was still paint on the nails, there were still bracelets on the wrist. Wednesday removed the bracelets shoving them in his pocket before he set the arm on the cutting board, grabbed the knife (the same he had used that night), and chopped the hand off before he started skinning the rest of the arm.

Finally, dinner was ready and Joey and Acey had arrived. Wednesday had cleaned everything up and set the table before he served Acey and Joey. They didn’t question where Eric was, Wednesday didn’t know what he’d say if they did. And then Joey spoke up,

“What kind of meat is this? Doesn’t taste like chicken,”

[darkshadows93]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Welcome To The Table - Ben Brainard (Web Series), Welcome To The Statehouse (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Florida (Welcome To The Table), Louisiana (Welcome To The Table), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: cryptid, Horror-esque, not the ending you would be expecting, Ambiguous/Open Ending, cryptid Florida, a somewhat mention of Cryptid Gov, Louisiana has the braincells of the duo, But Chaos? yes, Prompt Fill, fictober 2022 Series: Part 2 of Fictober 2022 Summary:

Let’s play a game. Do you like games? Cause I do.

  The corridors of the Statehouse echoed with the rapid footfalls against the floor, panicked breaths escaping from quivering lips. Lights flickered between life and death, choosing death as a woman ran past them. Tears streamed down her face as she looked back, watching red eyes glow intensely against the shadows, taunting her with a low hiss-like laugh behind her.

Oh, come on, Daisy. Let’s have some fun.

Fictober Prompt 2: "Nobody warned you about me?

[crunkleydunkle]

GIRL HELP OKAY SO

I remember years ago (this may be a false memory) but it was a tumblr blog and it was sort of weirdcore kidcore-esque, only a bit, but it was an ask blog i think and it was horror-ish, almost like an ARG, and i think it was PNGs or maybe sharply drawn characters, lots of dark saturated colors and i remember at one point this guy was in a red jail bar cage???? i swear i remember following it but i cant find it does anybody remember

[king-plutos-typewriter]

Now you see me, now you don't

Listened to "Ghost" by Confetti and I had a vision.

Behold my children! I drew this like almost a year ago now but forgot to post it.

[jtt-033-1613]

[suntails]

GAME START

[cowboycannibalism]

one of the things that annoys me so bad right now is seeing letterboxd reviews about Lisa Frankenstein being like "she's such a horrible character", "those people didn't deserve to be killed" blah blah blah

SHUT UP

it's a horror romance!! a girl keeps a reanimated dead guy in her closet and falls in love with him! what did you think was going to happen? it's SUPPOSED to be fucked up and weird and that's part of its charm. quit being boring, let female characters (esp in horror) be messy and chaotic and morally gray.

[kerrste]

Posting this before its finished because it was so hard and made me so mad.

[puppetmaster13u]

Meme Prompts 14

[battleonthebigbridge]

(Immune to charm)

[beausprouts]

Used the study I did to redesign Springy for my AU since he gets fixed up :) Scraptrap wishes he looked so cute fucking L

[rotyolk]

faligon

[teehee-vibes]

I lied, today is the day. Drey Ferin cowboy moment + younger Ichabod

[shitboxcar]

Blue and gansey: we’re in love but we can’t tell adam…

Adam and ronan side plot:

[triglycercule]

nightmare viewing the murder time three as little toys but more in like a little spoiled kid kinda way. because it would be funny and if you take into the account that he was like 6 before getting corrupted and do some mental loopholes it would be even funnier. like these are his dolls (killer dust and horror) and this is their barbie dreamhouse (his castle). they all have to stay in one room because nightmare needs to keep his toys in a toy box. the toys only ever come out when he wants to play but oh damn it they keep on breaking out!! silly toys,,, and then he locks them into the room again.

nightmare serves them food with plastic tea cups and plastic plates and there is no food. there is no tea. they have to imagine the food because dolls can't literally eat. there are food containers and stuff in the house but its all just a bunch of empty boxes. horror starts tweaking out after he scavenges the kitchen and finds a cereal box and milk carton that have NOTHING in it (why keep empty boxes?????)

they have to go where he wants them to go. nightmare gets to dress them up in whatever he wants because theyre his dolls they can wear anything he wants. it gets incredibly embarrassing when the trio is forced to wear pink pretty dresses and fight like that. or they have to go around the castle doing stupid fucking roleplays and it gets weird because theyre being forced to reenact a bullying scene and nightmare's giving them the death stare if they don't get it right (is this projection. this must be some form of coping mechanism dust theorizes)

and then you know nightmare's not exactly the best toy owner so he loses a few of his dolls here and there. maybe they get destroyed when he was playing a bit too rough with them! (killer dies in battle for like the 29th time) but its okay because he can just go back on down to the store (something new) and buy. wait no. steal another doll and then put it back in his dreamhouse and BOOM he has a full set again!! so sweet so cute. his dolls don't have consciousness what are you talking about theyre begging to be let go?? that's all just your imagination. what do you mean you're asking about the several slowly dying bodies with removed arms or legs in his dungeon. oh that's just where the broken but not yet destroyed toys go dw theyre fine its humane