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jazzzzzzhands · 10 months
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Isn't Painting Fun??
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cruelgay · 2 years
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can you see?
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crimson--ichor · 2 years
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toe muncher
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frostcorpsclub · 2 years
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rambling-ash · 8 months
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Deer thing for October, cause why not. If ya don't like creepy eyes, I would avoid zooming in on the eyes. I put a weird amount of detail on accident
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mardotmov · 11 months
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If you think your life is odd just letting you know my house is currently sweating because of how hot it is
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ichimakesart · 5 months
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Did you know, when you stand by the water basin you can see someone from your future?
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sketchy-tour · 5 months
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I can't see you. Do you see me? 👁️👁️
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ohno-the-sun · 7 months
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Updated Luca au references for my fic Under the Surface to celebrate Moon finally showing up yippee!
Wanted a more realistic depiction of what they looked like
Inspiration of the design from @chknbzkt
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zephyrchama · 2 months
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"What did Mammon do now?"
The greedy demon was in his underwear, hanging upside down from a rafter in the hallway. He tried to coerce you into letting him down as you walked by, but you knew better than to do so without consulting Lucifer.
"Gambling. The usual." Lucifer had a hand on his forehead, pushing his hair up while jotting something down at his desk.
"Mammon gambles every day," you pointed out. "What'd he really do?"
By the way Lucifer groaned, you knew it was something juicy. "I caught him pilfering one of my rarest records, a gift from Diavolo, to use as collateral in a bet. It's one-of-a-kind. I doubt he even knows what it is, but Mammon always has a knack for finding things of high value."
"His secret sixth sense," you agreed. "What'd you do with his clothes?"
"They make it harder to tie him up tightly. He has a slightly higher chance of wiggling free with clothes on, so I made him strip." Lucifer gestured, Mammon's clothes had been put on some kind of mannequin, tucked away in the space between two bookshelves.
You'd never seen it before. Your jaw dropped into the widest half-smile half-astonished expression possible. It had Mammon's hair and his goofy smile. Even a flashy golden earring. "What is that?"
You practically ran across the room to inspect it. It was dressed properly in Mammon's shirt and tie. There were a lot of seams, more than seemed necessary, perhaps from being repeatedly repaired over years of use. "Lucifer, this is adorable."
"It's a necessary tool for my sanity." He pushed the chair back, standing up to join you.
"What do you mean?"
"I'll give you a demonstration."
Lucifer comically wound up his closed fist. With ballistic force, he struck the figure right in its chest. It flopped back, then sprung back up wildly to receive a fistful of lighter blows from Lucifer.
"You made a Mammon punching bag? Really?" You didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Isn't that a bit much?"
"I didn't make it, Mammon did."
Surprise of the day number two. "Mammon made this? Himself?"
To stop the wobbling, Lucifer grabbed the punching bag's tie, pulling it tight and then smoothing it out. "Cute, right? He thought it might make me go easy on future punishments. It's a very thoughtful gift from my little brother."
"Yeah, I didn't know he could sew. Huh." The two of you stood to admire it before Lucifer returned to his desk. You followed him. "Kind of reminds me of the doll Levi made of me."
Lucifer smiled. "Leviathan made you a doll, did he? How very kind."
"No, he made a doll of me."
Lucifer froze to process this information, frowning.
You continued, "I don't know where he usually keeps it, but I saw it under his desk one time. It's pretty big and detailed. I mentioned it once and offered to lend him a shirt for it, but he got really embarrassed and pushed me out. He's gotta take more pride in his work, it was really impressive."
"I see." Lucifer gritted his teeth. "You know, something I have to do just came up. Let's finish this conversation later." He was quietly seething as he escorted you to the door. Along the way he gave punching-bag Mammon a soft whack to the head.
You realized you forgot to ask if you could untie the real Mammon, but Lucifer had already marched down the hall in the direction of Leviathan's room. Rather than trying to catch up, you decided to go see how the Avatar of Greed was doing.
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jazzzzzzhands · 1 year
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I saw a man
He was surrounded by gazes
But he was alone
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teaboot · 7 months
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Theoretically I enjoy living with people but unfortunately when you tell people you're a neuroatypical raccoon with twelve ongoing hobbies, completely random work hours, and a series of admittedly unusual lifelong compulsions they tend to hear that and go "oh haha you're trying to be Quirky okay" and then save their ten million questions and concerns for when you can't run away
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kanrix · 8 months
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I thought it would be funny but it was certainly not. Fun to make
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anyaboz · 1 year
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Void No. 1 (The Earth)
Void No. 2 (The Unknown)
Void No. 3 (The Heavens)
Void No. 4 (The Cosmos)
Void No. 5 (The Deep)
Void No. 6 (The Ether)
Void No. 7 (The Soil)
Void No. 8 (The Dawn)
Void No. 9 (The Dusk)
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simonrillleyyysss · 5 months
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✧.* THE MAN
cw; dark content, stalking, noncon implied, masturbation(male) entering houses, creepy behaviour overall
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Philip Graves, the man who lives just down the street. The man who you regularly bump into with your dog, the man who always offers to drive you to work when it’s snowing, or raining.
‘You need a ride, darlin’?’
‘Oh—Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to bother you.’
‘Course not, anythin’ for a buddy, hm?’
The man who always complimented you on your outfit, on your outfit, who always brought treats for your dog to dote over.
‘Lookin’ mighty fine today,
‘Oh—You’re too kind, Philip!’
The man who always sucked up to you, taking your side in any disagreement you had messaged him about recently, complaining and ranting to him over the phone, babbling on—clueless to the fact that the man was pumping his dick to the sound of your anger, biting his lip and grumbling.
‘You okay, Philip?’
‘Oh—Yeah, Yeaahhh…All good..’
‘..Alright, anyways then she-‘
Scrolling through social media was always a good experience, always seeing Philips icon pop up in your notifications, complimenting you on your outfit in your most recent instagram post, the same one he had watched you slide on that morning, the one he had watched you sit and do your makeup in at such early hours.
The man who was currently sat outside your window at late hours of the night, mask slid over his face as he slowly jiggled the latch on your window, sliding through the open gap to your livingroom, making sure to give your dog treats to shut it up.
The man, who was now, jerking off in your panties, rubbing the lacy fabric around his stiff cock, moaning and grunting into the knuckle of his rough hand, hips involuntarily thrusting into the clothing as he came; muffling his whines and whimpers.
The man who followed you on your walks, creeping so closely behind you, yet not close enough for you to recognise him, always snapping photos for him to swoon over later, videos to jerk his needy cock to.
Making fake numbers, just to send you photos and videos of him thumbing the tip of his cock above your photo which he framed, cum gently trickling down onto the photo, grumbling about how gorgeous you were.
‘Fuckin’ gorgeous, aintcha’?’
‘Smearing my cum on my sugars’ pretty face.’
Would always edit the video, to deepen his voice and make it incoherent, leaving you horrified when you opened the video, immediately blocking the burner number.
The man who was currently sneaking into your window, standing above your bed with a hard cock.
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factual-fantasy · 1 year
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Where there any side effects after Mario got revived by the 1-up
Like any markings or anything?
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Mario has no physical mark or scar from the injury that killed him. Thanks to the power of the 1-Up mushroom, Mario’s body has 100% healed itself. Every last cell was put right back where it should be..
But the 1-Up mushroom couldn’t heal Mario’s mind. And sometimes during times of stress or exhaustion.. he feels a sort of.. phantom pain. Due to the trauma of the whole event.
Its usually a hot pain that forms right where the gashes happened. And Mario has a relatively high pain tolerance. So its really frustrating for him- and actually embarrassing for him when he immediately crumples under the pain. He doesn’t like being seen as weak. He doesn’t want Luigi to see him as weak. He needs to always be seen as strong. For Luigi.
But of course Luigi doesn’t see him like that. He never sees Mario as weak during these times. All it does is it just.. its makes Luigi really sad. To see his brother hurting like this. Knowing there isn’t really much else he can do other than get him a cold rag and wait it out..
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