#non-binary horror

[andillwriteyouatragedy]

what if you were DEPRESSED and got lost in the impossible WOODS and were hunted by a monstrous CREATURE and then you FELL DOWN

[ labyrinthine self comes out in less than a week, on february 21st, 2025! pre-orders available now! ]

[raemoriendi]

okay but what does it say when the only time I identify with my agab is when she’s dead

and not even the traditional “she’s dead and I killed her” because I didn’t, I don’t resent her that way, I don’t know that she’s even totally gone

dead in the sense of when I was thirteen there was Me and then the version of me I wanted to drown in the bathtub. because I was angry, because I wanted to protect her, because I wasn’t sure if that finally meant we’d be free of what people in that fucking place wanted from me

dead in the sense of I felt out of time, out of place, like something had already happened to me and I never got off that operating table when I was twelve and they thought it was cancer

dead in that the only time I felt beautiful was when I looked like I hadn’t seen the sun in years, where my makeup looked like shock from exposure, or like there was blood across my mouth that might even have been mine

dead as in I keep writing stories about women who claw their way out of the grave and don’t quite know what they are now, if they’re even still alive, if they even want to be women anymore because they’re too tired to get the cemetery dirt out of their hair

this weird in-between where people call me “ma’am” at work and I smile like I’m hiding fangs behind my upper lip, tight and not quite real because the masquerade is safer lately, but ugh, having to keep up the sunlight charade is a chore

dead as in “you killed her, and I am the thing that came back in her place” with everything that threatens and promises

I don’t hate her, she doesn’t haunt me, but she lingers. sometimes she possesses me and sometimes she’s separate, a second reflection in my mirror

we’re at peace, even if our house creaks and groans with phantom footsteps

[kyri45]

🍁🧡Halloween Pride Mothmen by Kyri45🧡🍁

Some cuties for tonight! Remember to leave candies outside your door for your local horrors as well!

[aubryjoi]

She’s fine (she’s not) 🙃

[sleepyeyeball]

If I am an angel paint me with black wings.

- The Vampire Armand 🥀🩸

[jameslongforjimshortforgabriel]

honestly I love that we live in a timeline where beautiful queer media is available in so so many places and so easy to find and even mainstream like that's amazing and we overlook it most of the time

[phems-for-phan]

We made a 2025 Dan and Phil bingo!

Some of these are sillies, others are genuine predictions and even more are wishful thinking

[arcticsart]

Clinical Trial

First time making digital art in years.

I might edit/finalize it someday.

[transmonstera]

if we're gonna be seen as monsters we might as well make some funny old horror movie poster themed art about it (concept suggested by anon, tagline inspired by the fog, the hands are mine :3 )

[IMAGE ID: "the trans will inherit the earth!!!" in white bold font similar to that on old horror movie posters. "lock your doors! there's something in the hormones!" in the same font and colour but smaller. the background is a newsprint image of the earth enclosed in two hands. the earth is coloured pink and blue. the background is black with white stars. END]

[orange-artblog]

O.M.G. THEY‘RE ON THE SAME COVER ART???? AND THEY‘RE MATCHING??? This MUST mean the next album will feature both bands guys TRUST—

close up/no colouring versions :p

sneak peak:

The very obviously disguised as Interviewer-Paparazzi comes closer and closer towards him, „Please, just one question!“ Dream rolls his eye „I‘m not supposed to speak with strangers… But alright! I‘ll bite! What‘s your question?“ the ‚interviewer‘ gets out a notepad and pen, the moment dragging on into annoyingly endless territory, then comes the question; „Do you have a father?“ The room goes quiet is an understatement.

Rock band + Rock Band!Killer by @zu-is-here

Rock band Dream (idea? + partially design) by @help-im-a-gay-fish

art and other details/changes on designs by me!

[cronengirly]

Tentacles are very important to me but not in a sexual way. More in a "I got really into Lovecraftian horror in my mid teens and it radically affected my gender in ways I still struggle to fully articulate but basically I want to be a shoggoth."

[murderonthedullexpress]

Hey! Want to help out a struggling trans guy? Then please check out my Bonfire! I’ll be adding more designs soon. I appreciate any little bit!

[whereserpentswalk]

Imagine slowly becoming nonhuman. Something ancient and alien is infecting you, slowly replacing your tissue. You've been told that there are some treatments to keep more of your humanity for longer, but you'll lose it eventually nomatter what.

Every day you feel it slowly spreading throughout you. Slowly taking bits and pieces of you and replacing them with this alien biomechanical body. At first people act like you're going to die, but you realize you're not going to die. Mabye it would be easier if you did.

You lose things internally at first. Your mind starts working slightly differently. Then you eat for the last time. Sleep for the last time. Make love for the last time. You slowly lose these parts of you. There's a point in time when you can't pass for human without wearing clothing on most of your body, and then eventually you can only pass at night, and then not at all.

Your freinds started out supportive but mournful. But some of them tended to get more and more uncomfortable around you as you kept getting less and less human. Some stayed with you of course, but some seem more distant now, and others seem to not want to interact at all.

The more you become comfortable in your new body, and deal with it better, the more other people seem to be mourning you as if you were dead. Your family doesn't even want to talk to you anymore. It feels like everyone acts like it would have been far more convenient if the transformation killed you. If they could mourn you in peace.

Your new body feels so strange. You're mostly covered in a metalic shell now, with little bits of flesh between the gaps. Your build is slender and sexless now, your legs have three sets of joints like a predatory animal, your face looks like a strange reflection of a gas mask. The only thing that remains of your old body is long black hair flowing from your head. For whatever reason you don't mind the change. You think so differently now then you used to, you feel like a diffrent person, but it's hard to think of it as bad, it's who you are, and you can't bring yourself to hate you.

Eventually you run into someone who was your girlfriend back when you were human. You realize it's been awhile since you've talked to her. You have new freinds now, people who are like you or who are used to people like you. You realize she could never be your girlfriend again, but she could still be your freind. You talk to her a bit, and she seems to like you this way, she hugs you, it feels so warm with how cold your new body is, you didn't expect her to want to hug this version of you.

[luvcozy]

Eggs, Bacon, & Mike

Request :- For the biggest Mike Simp I know and have met ;)

Warnings :- Established relationship, Header for him is his unmasked version!

Plot :- When morning rolls around and you decide to get up early to make you and your bf, but he's refusing to get out of bed and dragging you back down 🤍

A/n :- After this one is posted I'll be on another small semi-hiatus to set up a T.O.S for requests and what fandoms I'll write for. In the mean time any posts during said time off are requests from close friends ✌️

As the morning sun rose through the curtains, you couldn't help the yawn leaving you. Nestled comfortably against the bed and your pillows, you had another body pressed close against you. Mike held you close to his chest in an iron vice grip as he slept. Most mornings were like this, escaping and leaving his grip is another story.

Turning slowly this way and that, loosening his grip as you wiggled out of his embrace. Looking down at the sleeping blonde you smiled warmly. The soft glow of the sun through the window complementing his appearance, he was beautiful to you. Even when he would fake his sleep with you trying to leave, just as you thought to be in the clear he would grab your waist or arm, whatever was closest really, and drag you back down with him.

You have to coax him to get up with you in the early mornings. He's not someone that sleeps often, but when he does he's out unless something is happening. In this moment though, with your arms around his neck and peppering gentle kisses across his face is enough to rouse him awake enough. He's grumbling the whole time he's following you, attached to your hip almost literally.

Making breakfast always was smooth, him hugging you from behind with you made eggs and bacon. The warm smell makes his stomach growl from behind you, making you laugh. Swaying slowly as you cook, abading the time to pass till you would sit down to eat. A silent process aside from the occasional noises he would make and thanking you for the meal.

Though even after breakfast, just when you think you're in the clear of sleeps grip, Mike brings you back to it. Smothering you in his hold as he pulls you back to your room and into bed. The smell of breakfast clinging to the both of you, a smell that mixed tandalizingly sweet with Mike's, it was hard to say no to him and going back to sleep. But alas his own sweet words meet your ears, sentences that ended up having you melt into his side cause of his voice.

How everything you planned to get done that day went crumbling when you actually woke up. Upset and annoyed by it, you can't stay mad at Mike long enough. Laying next to him and him clinging to you felt surreal, like heaven and that's something you wouldn't give up. Even if it meant plans went out the window to cuddle your favorite slasher.

[valerietnt]

Happy start of the week, loves ☺️