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hi i’ve been so dead but here is an announcer fic i whipped up lol

#tpof #the price of flesh #the announcer #fanfic #tw for eye stuffs

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WAIT HOW TF DID RENS GLASSES STAY ON ANYWAY?!??!?? NO WONDER HE LOST THEM LMAOOOOO

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tag the oc that wears a costume

#LAUREN !! #she wears her little bunny killer nurse thing for work #so true

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what if . new oc .

anyway meet cody. he's a fuckin. coyote beastkin. he eats bunnies probably

#ohh nooooo im suddenly a bunny #KIDDING #lol he’s so hot tho #can i beat him #jst once

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redraw of one of the panels where ren is tied to a pole oh em gee

oh u mean like this one 😏

#THIS IS ABSOLUTE INSANITY #ITS SOOO #HOT?? #GOD DAMNIT ZENE UR KILLING ME

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What to do when you don’t like a fic: a step by step guide

Step 1:

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“I think this outfit suits you more than me”

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Character belongs to gatobob

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

(version with blood and fresh cuts below)

Keep reading

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i also posted it on ao3 if you prefer to read there

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40381224

Derek/reader insert, Gn reader, 956 words

cw for disembowelment, MCD, MINORS DNI

The skid of a four wheeler halts you dead in your tracks. You’re shocked– so sure you were safe. Panic sets in and you quickly turn your head to look at the man stepping off of the vehicle.

But you’re too late.

A bat comes swinging, smacking your temple. You crumple to the sand below, a pained groan straining your throat. /Derek/, as you’ve come to know him, steps closer. You weakly attempt to roll away, but to no avail.

Derek grabs you by your tank top, pulling you up. You’re limp, he has to hook his arm around your neck to get you to sit up. Your eyes flutter as you try to keep conscious. From behind, Derek slaps your cheek a couple times, keeping you awake.

“Come on, I didn’t hit you /that/ hard.” Derek spits, a mocking laugh following close behind.

You feel like you’re about to puke. Too disorientated in the moment, but you can slowly feel yourself come back down to Earth. You can hear each breath that Derek takes, loud and hot against your ear. He’s excited, worryingly so.

He pulls something out of his back pocket, you barely even realize until he brings it forward, showing you. Your eyes go wide and with what little strength you have you try to wiggle away. Derek is having none of it.

His arm switches from your neck to your chest, pushing your back flush against his chest. You swear that you can feel every grain of sand as you stand on your knees, Feel every fold and texture of Derek’s camo pants, every strand of his blonde hair that brushes your cheek.

Derek hums, brings the knife down to your stomach, barely hovering against the thin material of your shirt. He cuts it away, knicks your skin in the process. Blood slowly starts to bead as pain blossoms. You begin to weep, your tears streaming down your face. It cools you down in a way– comforting if even a little. The wind blows, you feel it, makes you realize just how real this whole ordeal is.

Derek is dragging this on. Deep down you know he’s planning on killing you. But he’s teasing you, hovering the sweet release of death right over your head.

He makes another cut next to the first, just as shallow. It stings, makes you wince. Derek drags the blade up, right up until the point is pressed under your chin. You whimper out, fear evident as he threatens you.

“P … Please…” You beg. You don’t even know for sure what it is you're asking for.

Derek keeps the knife there, mumbles some sort of profanity as he stares at you. You’re both so close, it’s almost intimate. You siffle, try to tilt your head away from him. He’s angered by it, quickly grasping your face. The both of you know your fight is gone, he no longer has to hold you down.

Another sound, one that probably mimics a fearful animal, about to be eaten alive. Derek relishes in it, soaks up every reaction. He lowers the knife. You think you’re safe for the moment until he brings it down to your collarbone, dragging it roughly across. The blood flows faster than the other cuts, coating his knife. He forcefully cocks your head to the side so you can look at him, licks the blade clean. He’s glistening with sweat from the desert heat, face red and mouth agape as he watches you excitedly. The look in his eyes is terrifying, you can see that sadistic glint as he gets ready for the kill.

Once again, he shoves your head around. This time he makes you look down, his knife threatening your torso. From this angle you can see the way your legs shake, struggling to keep you up. Derek notices, too, hooking his arm under your armpit and across your chest once more.

Then, without warning, Derek reels his knife back and plunges it into the skin just below your ribcage. You gasp, swallowing air as you look down in horror. Only the handle sticks out, blood leaking slowly out of the brand new wound. Derek laughs, his breathing seemingly more intense. You can feel him getting hard behind you, poking at your back.

Maybe it would have been better if Derek pulled the knife out. But he doesn’t. Instead he pulls down diagonally, stretching the cut across your stomach. You can only gawk at the sight as a silent scream tries to make its way past your lips. You’re shocked, can’t even believe the sight you’re seeing is even real. But it is, the pain blinding and overwhelming, much more than any dream or nightmare you’ve ever experienced.

You feel dizzy. Your legs feel warm as the blood flows down, painting them red. Derek is shameless, letting his knife fall into the sand before he reaches into the gash. You can sense him feeling around inside of you, the sensation somehow worse than the immense pain you’re being put through. He grips, tugs, /holds/ every organ he can get his greedy hands on, trying to find the perfect one to rip out of you.

You can’t even tell if you’re crying anymore. You just hope it’ll be over soon as you watch Derek pull your intestines out, presenting the bloody mess to you as you feel the weakness weigh down your body. He’s talking to you, presumably saying something so ludicrous that you’re sort of happy you can’t understand him. You lean your head back, resting against his shoulder. It helps the dizziness, lets you flutter your eyes shut as you ignore the pain and welcome the pitch black darkness as death takes over.

#tpof

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hey if you died right now whats your ghost outfit you cant change it be honest

#lawrence hoodie

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Derek/reader insert, Gn reader, 956 words

cw for disembowelment, MCD, MINORS DNI

The skid of a four wheeler halts you dead in your tracks. You’re shocked– so sure you were safe. Panic sets in and you quickly turn your head to look at the man stepping off of the vehicle.

But you’re too late.

A bat comes swinging, smacking your temple. You crumple to the sand below, a pained groan straining your throat. /Derek/, as you’ve come to know him, steps closer. You weakly attempt to roll away, but to no avail.

Derek grabs you by your tank top, pulling you up. You’re limp, he has to hook his arm around your neck to get you to sit up. Your eyes flutter as you try to keep conscious. From behind, Derek slaps your cheek a couple times, keeping you awake.

“Come on, I didn’t hit you /that/ hard.” Derek spits, a mocking laugh following close behind.

You feel like you’re about to puke. Too disorientated in the moment, but you can slowly feel yourself come back down to Earth. You can hear each breath that Derek takes, loud and hot against your ear. He’s excited, worryingly so.

He pulls something out of his back pocket, you barely even realize until he brings it forward, showing you. Your eyes go wide and with what little strength you have you try to wiggle away. Derek is having none of it.

His arm switches from your neck to your chest, pushing your back flush against his chest. You swear that you can feel every grain of sand as you stand on your knees, Feel every fold and texture of Derek’s camo pants, every strand of his blonde hair that brushes your cheek.

Derek hums, brings the knife down to your stomach, barely hovering against the thin material of your shirt. He cuts it away, knicks your skin in the process. Blood slowly starts to bead as pain blossoms. You begin to weep, your tears streaming down your face. It cools you down in a way– comforting if even a little. The wind blows, you feel it, makes you realize just how real this whole ordeal is.

Derek is dragging this on. Deep down you know he’s planning on killing you. But he’s teasing you, hovering the sweet release of death right over your head.

He makes another cut next to the first, just as shallow. It stings, makes you wince. Derek drags the blade up, right up until the point is pressed under your chin. You whimper out, fear evident as he threatens you.

“P … Please…” You beg. You don’t even know for sure what it is you're asking for.

Derek keeps the knife there, mumbles some sort of profanity as he stares at you. You’re both so close, it’s almost intimate. You siffle, try to tilt your head away from him. He’s angered by it, quickly grasping your face. The both of you know your fight is gone, he no longer has to hold you down.

Another sound, one that probably mimics a fearful animal, about to be eaten alive. Derek relishes in it, soaks up every reaction. He lowers the knife. You think you’re safe for the moment until he brings it down to your collarbone, dragging it roughly across. The blood flows faster than the other cuts, coating his knife. He forcefully cocks your head to the side so you can look at him, licks the blade clean. He’s glistening with sweat from the desert heat, face red and mouth agape as he watches you excitedly. The look in his eyes is terrifying, you can see that sadistic glint as he gets ready for the kill.

Once again, he shoves your head around. This time he makes you look down, his knife threatening your torso. From this angle you can see the way your legs shake, struggling to keep you up. Derek notices, too, hooking his arm under your armpit and across your chest once more.

Then, without warning, Derek reels his knife back and plunges it into the skin just below your ribcage. You gasp, swallowing air as you look down in horror. Only the handle sticks out, blood leaking slowly out of the brand new wound. Derek laughs, his breathing seemingly more intense. You can feel him getting hard behind you, poking at your back.

Maybe it would have been better if Derek pulled the knife out. But he doesn’t. Instead he pulls down diagonally, stretching the cut across your stomach. You can only gawk at the sight as a silent scream tries to make its way past your lips. You’re shocked, can’t even believe the sight you’re seeing is even real. But it is, the pain blinding and overwhelming, much more than any dream or nightmare you’ve ever experienced.

You feel dizzy. Your legs feel warm as the blood flows down, painting them red. Derek is shameless, letting his knife fall into the sand before he reaches into the gash. You can sense him feeling around inside of you, the sensation somehow worse than the immense pain you’re being put through. He grips, tugs, /holds/ every organ he can get his greedy hands on, trying to find the perfect one to rip out of you.

You can’t even tell if you’re crying anymore. You just hope it’ll be over soon as you watch Derek pull your intestines out, presenting the bloody mess to you as you feel the weakness weigh down your body. He’s talking to you, presumably saying something so ludicrous that you’re sort of happy you can’t understand him. You lean your head back, resting against his shoulder. It helps the dizziness, lets you flutter your eyes shut as you ignore the pain and welcome the pitch black darkness as death takes over.

#im sorry idk how to post fics on tumblr #tpof #the price of flesh #tpof derek #nsft #murder cw

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i love morbidity i love gore i love meat i love decay i love mold i love taxidermy i love bones i love rot i love vultures i love bottom-feeders i love worms i love blood i love roadkill and most of all i love. you <33

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I don't want to add anything to your art pile but I am FRANTIC to see that goth older Ren with arm gradient drawn by you if you ever have the time and energy 🙏 I love your art and how you draw Ren ♥️

hey thanks!! 💛

and thank you I've been looking for an excuse to draw goth ren ever since I saw him

#gah damn #he’s so fine #i wanna stick my dick in the fox #btd #ren

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do u ever see a man so beautiful you want to give him a reason to cry

#me with #coughs #ren #theo #lawrence #derek #the List goes on

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some theo and lauren

lauren belongs to @earthwornn

#MY BABIES #I LOVE TJEM AAAAA

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here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

#pls #i am so bored

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this is based off of a tiktok trend lmfao

#btd

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Tell us more about Theo :3c

THANK U FOR ASKING ME ABOUT HIM HEHEHEH

I don't have a ton of postable art of him yet since he's in the very early stages of his design.

there's a lot to say about theo. I originally created him with the intention of simply having a character to be sadistic to, but he quickly turned into much more than that.

theo's people-pleasing tendencies tend to get in the way of him accomplishing his goals. he is also easily manipulated and has a habit of getting into (and staying in) close relationships with people who abuse him.

theo's dad walked out when he was young and his early life consisted of trying to be perfect to please his mom, who he adores. every day he spent long hours studying and practicing cello in his school's orchestra. eventually he found a close group of friends and they decided to start a band together, and that's when he picked up the electric bass.

I don't want to give too much away in case I end up making a real piece of media featuring theo and his story, but tbh I could talk about him for hours 😅

#theo my beloved #i lovr him #so much