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niteowlnix · 2 months
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my commission.not my art
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avephelis · 2 months
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local loserboy under the impression that skin grafting is when you sew your flesh together (wrong) (homo)
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spicy-apple-pie · 6 months
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What if Talia saved Jason before Joker could kill him?
(Should I do a part 2?)
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yache-berries · 9 months
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Average Buddy Holly Enjoyers
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microwavegg · 19 days
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he makes me feel in a certain way
little self insert x strade btw, i love him, god, take him away from me
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quess-art · 10 months
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To survive, to sacrifice, to disappear, to remain
Part 1 | Part 2
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olsmad-illo · 3 months
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“Just like a child, all your best moves first… You aren’t completed, are you?”
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maximum-confusion · 2 months
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Tw: blood, minor gore
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Screw canon lore, we save the dog.
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d-a-n-n-y-y · 2 months
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8hrs💀(pov: you said, you hate him yadayada)
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Bonus–
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Art base made from by @sky-lia shout out to them lmao
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slooshee · 5 months
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More fnaf stuff!
1- I tried to draw MV of Mike in the style (or a similar style) to the Undeniably Canon FNAF series since I watched it for the first time and thought it was hilarious
2- Circus Baby drawing
3- Michael for an AU I have
4- Michael for ANOTHER AU I have where he’s in SB
5- My take on Scraptrap/Afton
6- Michael (post scoop)
7- My version of Springtrap
8+9- silly little thing of Gregory and Mike from that SB au I mentioned earlier
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hrokkall · 1 year
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it feels like thinking through cheese wire
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dispotatorulzz · 13 days
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Back from my shift in the yaoi mines
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Shout out to my . Enablers <3
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b00rad · 1 year
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Yeet the single celled organism
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redladydeath · 1 month
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Okay, so last night I decided I wanted to do something with Vox and body horror and this story concept ended up manifesting in my brain. Massive CW for psychosis that's not actually psychosis, as well as self-harm and body horror.
Vox and Alastor meet in the 1940s while they're both doing electrical engineering work for the war effort. Vox is only 22, so he falls fast and hard for Alastor, who decides to use the younger man's infatuation with him to his advantage. One night while they're out drinking, Alastor convinces Vox to make a blood oath with him. He tells him it's just symbolic, but in reality, there's magic involved; if Alastor kills him, he'll get all the years Vox was supposed to live added to his own lifespan, which is dwindling. He lures Vox into the woods and tries to murder him, but is shot by a hunter who happens upon the struggle. Vox nearly loses an eye, but survives the encounter and is able to go on with his life, albeit with some pretty intense trauma.
Twenty years later, it's the 1960s. Vox has been a successful television presenter for 10~15 years now. He's rich and is married with children, but is less than an ideal husband/father. When he's not at work, he's usually with Valentino, a young male prostitute who he's been having a secret affair with for the past year or two. The two of them are currently somewhere between a sugar daddy/baby arrangement and a legit relationship. Vox is overall pretty content with his life and hasn't thought about Alastor in years. That is, until he starts feeling everything change.
At first, it seems like it's just a bad cold; his joints are stiff and he has the chills constantly, but that's nothing too unusual and he continues going about his daily life. But then the delusions start. Vox begins hearing strange things whenever a radio is on– words and phrases that shouldn't be coming out of it, said in a familiar tone of voice. He starts seeing shadows moving just out of the corner of his eye, but when he turns to look at them, they're gone. When Vox looks in the mirror or watches clips from his show, there's something different– uncanny– about his own eyes that make him feel like he's looking at a stranger. It must be stress, he thinks; he's been working himself too hard.
But things only get worse. Vox's body is stiff and jerky and cold– suddenly very cold to the touch, although no one other than Vox can feel it. Food and drink and cigarettes lose their taste. His emotions feel muted– all except fear. He starts hearing this loud, irritating humming when he's in the studio and it makes it hard for him to work. People are starting to get worried. He's acting erratically, asking if they can hear or feel things that simply aren't there. His wife thinks he's building towards a nervous breakdown, but Vox knows that's not true. Something's happening to him, something no one can perceive but him.
Things continue to deteriorate. Vox thinks he can hear metal creaking when he moves. His face won't show up on camera anymore; the footage always ends up damaged somehow for reasons no one can explain. He smashes the family radio in front of his kids when he clearly hears Alastor's voice coming out of it, taunting him. He asks Valentino, who hasn't even been to church in the past decade, to connect him to his childhood priest because he thinks he's being possessed and wants an exorcism— if the Protestant God won’t help him, maybe the Catholic one will. It still doesn't work.
Things come to a head one night when Vox, desperate to prove to himself and everyone else that he's not crazy, takes a knife and cuts deep into the hand he used to make the pact with Alastor all those years ago. He cuts and cuts and cuts until finally– finally– he sees it: metal and wires and no blood. He was right. He tries to show his wife but only succeeds in scaring her out of her wits. He flees the house and takes the family car: he needs to go see Valentino, show him, ask him for help. He crashes the car into a lamppost while trying to drive with one hand. A cashier working late in a nearby television/radio store tries to help him, bringing him into the store to wait while he calls an ambulance.
When the cashier leaves him alone to go make the call in the backroom, Vox hears it again. He hears Alastor's voice coming out of the radio, telling him that his time is up; he's been living on borrowed (or rather, stolen) time for the past ten years and now it's time to come join him, down where they both belong. Vox can feel his "bones" cracking, his skin stretching and tearing; he can't hear anything except Alastor's voice alongside the blaring static emitting from all the TVs and radios in the store. He's dying he's dying he's dying– until he stumbles into a fusebox and the whole store is engulfed in an electrical fire.
When the firemen dig through the rubble, they never find a human body.
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sillybun33 · 4 months
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dumb shit ft @herebecritters’ oc Nergal
COMMISSIONS OPEN!!!
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kyouka-supremacy · 1 month
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Beast Akutagawa after hearing Atsushi's tragic backstory and learning about all the abuse that the orphanage director made Atsushi go through: It's indeed really unfortunate that you killed him, Atsushi Nakajima. It would have been truly delightful to kill him with my own hands. Nothing in the world could bring me greatest satisfaction. I would have been thrilled to make his interiors spill out one by one and brains come out from his eyes to the point that nothing left of him could resemble a human being anymore. In this moment nothing could offer me greatest joy than gouging his heart out and tearing it to shreads until there was no trace of it left in this world. I wish I could have been there to kill him. I wish I could kill him, and kill him, and kill him, and kill him.
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