#tw whatever the fuck this is

[thisdastampdoesnotexist]

[fedexfirstclass]

My brother told me to draw this.

So I did.

[faunabel]

um. i just had THE most disturbing dream of my life, i think. genuinely what the fuck was this dream. i'm going to write it down for documentation so uhh... if u read this, be aware it was like a horror movie with the intention of being as disturbing as possible. like... torture p*rn type stuff and the general Horrors of the world. i don't even watch this type of stuff so idk where the hell this dream came from... i feel sick and woke up panting lol but ANYWAY

so this dream started off with semi-lucid stuff i think? i won't get into all those details bc they're more foggy and confusing/disjointed and not as relevant to the horrifying part of this but BASICALLY i was in my childhood school but they'd completely remodeled it and it was now like a prison/military thing/propaganda factory. and the old classrooms still existed but were referred to as "the void" by a man over an intercom.

the vibes were just super... dictatorship-y? i went back there as an adult for something (possibly nostalgia) and i regretted it lol. the man in the classroom was explaining stuff and also had those vibes. the classrooms were remodeled to be way smaller than the old ones.

i was in there with one girl but we heard horrible screaming outside the classroom and left, and suddenly some guy was with us so whatever. ok now here's where the really fucked up part is.

so there was a person whose body was obscured to much to tell the gender, being dragged down the hall by long, thin(ish) tentacles, screaming, they were a pale, desaturated pink in color. and also u should know the sound of people vomiting is a severe trauma trigger for me, and that was there too. i think the guy was screaming to block out that sound once i noticed it, at first.

the person was dragged down the stairs(?). but the damage was done to the hallway. there was like... it wasn't quite blood i forget the color but it was just this weird Liquid all over the walls and floor? chunks of flesh? big chunks of flesh like the length of my arm, light pink and bumpy like a really big tongue, but also like... idk, other kinds of meat, with white bits and translucent bits. one of the people i was with picked a piece up to examine it.

i wanted to get the fuck OUT but i knew i would be... possibly killed if i left? or just really piss off the men in charge? so i had to go with them down the hall to investigate further.

further down the hall at the end of it, it was revealed the person was a woman, naked, being held by a sort of tentacle monster but the tentacles were actually TONGUES? and it had her bound and was force feeding her something, like some disgusting, thick-ish liquid with the tongues/tentacles stuffed in her mouth but she kept... rejecting it if u know what i mean, and since the sound of someone vomiting is a massive trigger for me i screaming nonstop to block out the door but my throat was starting to go weak and i had trouble screaming. the other two people were focused on investigating and didn't care about me, i think.

the actual visual details of the scene weren't that detailed (which i guess is good lol) but it was still so deeply disturbing from my emetophobia. i feel like i forgot a part of the scene so i wish i got to this part faster before i forgot :( i just remember something about it was absolutely horrific.

i think you could hear the slithering of the tongue tentacles, too? i don't remember hearing it but my brain keeps telling me that was a thing. the monster itself was this neverending pile of tentacles. you couldn't see where it's body was, it was just more and more tentacles looping around each other. they were like snakes in how they moved.

pretty sure the woman was also being fucked by them. u know how it goes... i guess the chunks of flesh in the hall were from here fighting back because it looked the same as the tongues did. nothing human.

idk basically it was tentacle p*rn but turn it from jap/ane/se k/ink to absolutely horrifying. malicious tongue tentacle entity set on torturing you for fun. eugh.

i still feel sick to my stomach :D i used to never really get nightmares but the past year i've gotten more nightmares than in my entire life put together... geez. and THIS ONE. WHAT. THE HELL. WAS THIS. my nightmares usually involve me being chased by something, NOT WHATEVER THIS WAS.

but the rest of my nightmares usually involve being trapped (or my emetophobia) so i guess it's not that weird. mostly what the fuck with the torture p*rn part. was that really necessary. it made it more disturbing than necessary.

oh now that i think about it, i think there was a man assisting the tentacles in dragging the woman. long, black hair like ai/za/wa from m/h/a lol.

anyway. bleh. HORRENDOUS start to my morning! when i tell u i woke up panting... it immediately started to calm after the first three big pants but they just become slower pants. but now i'm left feeling sick.

genuinely the gore part wasn't what disturbed me so much (but still absolutely insane), just the emetophobia part.

[roemantics]

possession

[void-dude]

My weed smoking girlfriend- WHO SAID THAT WHO SAID THAT?!?!

Also this is the no portal incident au so Stanley and Stanford live together in Gravity Falls

[blessed-bruises]

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[batwynn]

I’m seeing a weird uptick in people commenting nasty stuff on people’s non-cat/dog pet stuff again and not so gentle reminder:

Your phobia or dislike of certain animals does not give you the right to harass and bully people who love and share them.

Use the blacklist tag like a normal human being, and leave people who love rats or snakes or bugs etc. the fuck alone.

[reverienco]

what the fuck am i doing. scheduling this at 1am.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

thanks buddy

[sceebybeeby]

⚠️the book of bill spoils, blood⚠️

"Hey, brother, it's Sixer."

[flammablefaerie]

You open me up like a zip bomb!

[bubbarnes]

from lisachristinwinchester' tiktok - february 21, 2024.

[cherrirui-official]

@ohposhers I blame you for this

J*hn D*ry do NOT interact 😤✋

[rigormortisangel]

my mental illnesses have caused me to inflict permanent damage to my body but yeah sure its "all in my head"

[s0fter-sin]

ghost fucking soap so hard and so good he passes out but he utterly panics about it

he thinks he must’ve ignored soap asking to stop; was it pain that made him pass out? how bad could it have been to make him pass out when he’s been shot and kept going? should he bring him to medical? he’ll never touch him again, he’ll never so much as look at him again; he’ll ask for a transfer- fuck that, a dishonourable discharge. there’s no coming back from this

he spirals, guilt chasing hatred chasing despair chasing fear, until soap finally wakes back up

soap's still floating, loose-limbed and buzzing; fucked so thoroughly out of his head that it takes him a while to notice ghost isn't in bed with him anymore. he frowns, lifting a heavy head off the pillow and freezes. ghost's on the other side of the room, curled up tight in the corner as far away from soap as he could get without leaving him alone

(he would've left, would've made sure soap never had to see his face again and be reminded of what he did to him, of the monster he’d let into his bed- but he couldn't just leave him unconscious; what if he didn't wake up, he had to make sure he was safe first even if he'll rightfully hate him forever when he does wake up)

soap's voice when he calls out to him makes him flinch, his head burying deeper in his knees. cold worry chases the bliss from his blood and soap pushes himself up but his shaking arms can't hold his weight

the sound of him collapsing back onto the bed makes ghost rear up, his panic growing and soap's heart breaks at his red rimmed eyes

it takes a long time for soap to coax him back to the bed, countless loops of, "sweetheart, please, come here, what happened? it's okay, everything’s going to be okay.”

(and how ghost’s self-hatred grows hearing soap comforting him; hearing the concern and love in his voice when he doesn’t deserve a drop of it)

it takes even longer for ghost to believe soap when he says that he passed out because he felt so good; that he never asked ghost to stop, never wanted him to stop. that he trusts him more than anything and knows he'd rather die than ever hurt him, especially like that

“you’re not a monster, love,” he promises, soft with conviction and it’s as much a surrender as a relief when he collapses into his lap and lets him hold him close

ghost believes johnny but he still can't bring himself to be intimate with him for a while; that fear still haunting him, but soap doesn't hold it against him, doesn't complain about ghost's perceived "step back" in their relationship

hell, ghost seems to hate it more than he does; he misses being with soap, misses the connection, the closeness they shared, the safety and quiet he found in his embrace, but he's always trusted soap more than he trusts himself

soap doesn't let him be consumed by his fear or worse, sabotage them and turn it into a punishment; doesn't let him even get through the suggestion of switching because he knows how much he hates it and he won’t let him twist something as good and pure as their physical love into something self-harming

instead, he brings them back to the basics, working through the steps to get ghost comfortable with intimacy again, to get him to trust himself again; spends happy months just grinding and exchanging handjobs like when their relationship first started

and it's a happy day for them both when soap finally falls apart on his cock once again, anxiety the farthest thing from ghost's mind when his arms are wrapped so tightly around him, kissing a smile against his lips

[monobmp]

Say cheese!