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afraidparade · 18 hours
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HEYYY THIS IS LIKE TWO MONTHS LATE BUT THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE CRAZY SUPPORT ON THE ANIMATION WITH THESE TWO!!! it was kind of a frantic and impulsive passion project but the response has been beyond anything i could have imagined and i mean that SO literally 🤯 the fact that people are actually interested and invested in my ocs is such a wonderful feeling, thank you thank you so so much
and hey i tried something new and did a speedpaint of this one :-) if you wanna see my terribly confusing process or my witless commentary, you can find it there
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gtzel · 2 months
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I drew pazu @afraidparade
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urbanghoststories · 9 months
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The Curse of the Crying Boy
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Many of you might have heard about the infamous painting that has caused a stir in paranormal circles. The Crying Boy is a haunting portrait that depicts a young child with teary eyes and a sorrowful expression. It gained its notoriety due to the urban legend surrounding it—an alleged curse that brings misfortune and disaster to anyone who owns the painting.
Legend has it that the original artist, Giovanni Bragolin, made a pact with the devil, imbuing the painting with supernatural powers. The story goes that a fire broke out in a house, destroying everything except for the Crying Boy painting, which was left unscathed. Since then, tales of fires, accidents, and even death have been associated with those who possess the cursed artwork.
The lore surrounding the painting has grown over time, with many claiming that the boy's eyes follow them, or that they can hear the faint sound of crying when in its presence. Such eerie occurrences have left people mesmerized and fearful at the same time.
But is there any truth to these spine-chilling accounts? I've dug into the origins of the Curse of the Crying Boy, so lets shed some light on the matter.
Firstly, it's important to note that the Crying Boy painting isn't a single artwork, but rather a series of prints created by Bragolin. The artist himself denied any involvement with curses or supernatural elements, stating that his intention was to capture the melancholic expression of a child. The fame and subsequent rumors surrounding the painting came as a surprise to him.
Many experts believe that the curse is nothing more than an urban legend fueled by fear and superstition. The alleged string of misfortunes associated with the painting can be attributed to coincidence or simple statistical probability. After all, the more popular the painting became, the higher the chances that someone who owned it would experience misfortune, regardless of any supernatural involvement.
Moreover, skeptics argue that people's imaginations can play tricks on them. The perception of the painting's eyes following you or the sound of crying might be nothing more than our own minds projecting fears onto the artwork.
Nonetheless, it's fascinating how the Curse of the Crying Boy has managed to capture our collective imagination and send shivers down our spines. It serves as a reminder of the power of urban legends and the allure of the mysterious.
So, whether you believe in the supernatural or not, the Curse of the Crying Boy remains a captivating tale that has stood the test of time. As with any paranormal phenomenon, it's up to you to decide where you stand on the matter.
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starrypawz · 1 month
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For the 5 sentence fic let challenge: food is better than sex... Or is it?
Well this has been sitting around for a long while (this is actually the oldest prompt in my inbox from 2021) , and it's not a 5 sentence fic but Happy Valloween.
AO3
“I’m feeling a little jealous,” 
“Is that so?” Nemo grins. 
“Yeah,” Gerry gently cups Nemo’s chin and kisses them slowly, seemingly trying to steal all the sweetness lingering from the chocolate they’ve just eaten and Nemo shudders as he catches their lip. 
He licks his lips once he’s pulled back and Nemo bites down on their moan as they take another chocolate with a grin.They close their and let themself get lost in the sweetness as they savour the taste of white chocolate and strawberry to the point they moan and hear Gerry give a frustrated groan. 
Nemo opens their eyes. 
“I’m the one who's meant to make you moan like that,” He pouts.
“Why aren’t you then?” Nemo grins as they reach into the bag of sweets (Leftover Halloween sweets, turns out they’d potentially over estimated how many trick or treaters would show up and Nemo had been quite content to enjoy the spoils) and this time pull out a gummy snake in orange and yellow and Nemo gives him a knowing smirk of “I know these are your favourite,” before they take their time to do their best attempt to seductively take one end of the sweet into their mouth and beckons him with a finger for good measure.
Gerry shakes his head but he’s smiling. 
He takes the other end of the sweet into his mouth. 
Which proves to be slightly more awkward than expected. 
And slightly more awkward than expected explains the whole process that follows. It’s more silly than seductive (And on top of slightly more awkward, slightly more sticky) as they work along with more than a few chuckles until their sweetened lips meet. 
They part briefly just long enough to swallow Gerry's gaze on Nemo’s lips before he kisses them again, harder and deeper and when he pulls back to catch his breath Nemo’s already lightheaded. 
“So…”  Gerry’s voice is a low purr as he shifts a pliant Nemo where he wants them and Nemo ends up with their back against his chest as they lie against him as Gerry leans against the headboard. He pulls Nemo in for a teasing, sweet, sticky kiss as his hands wander, slip under Nemo’s t-shirt to tease their tits and hike up their shirt. 
Nemo squirms, buries a hand into his hair as they continue to kiss him as familiar warmth pools between their thighs. Gerry moans against his lips as Nemo gently pulls his hair and his hands continue to wander until he slips a hand into their boxers.
Gerry breaks the kiss for a brief, panting moment and grins lazily and smugly.
“Barely even touched you,” He mumbles as he teases their clit and Nemo whimpers, but whatever he’s going to say next is cut off as Nemo pulls him into a biting kiss as they rock against his hand. Only stopping for a moment as he shifts Nemo’s boxers down and they raise their hips up to help him slip them off. 
He continues to tease and they continue to moan and shudder as clever fingers play against warm, slick flesh as they share kisses.
Nemo grabs his wrist, their grip firm but shaky as they hold him where they want him as he works two fingers. They’re iIn just enough to further drive Nemo towards the edge but at this angle they’re just short of that often exploited sweet spot that has them over the edge in no time. But then there is something about that denial that makes the whole experience perfectly frustrating and the eventual pay off all the sweeter. 
Nemo rocks against him as they squeeze his wrist and  pulls his hair as they share breathy, desperate, moaning kisses. 
And then...
“That’s better,” Gerry chuckles as Nemo moans trails off. 
Nemo manages a snort as they shudder. He still teases them lazy and slow this time until he slowly stops.
Nemo shifts to lie beside him and watches lazily as he slowly takes his fingers into his mouth and with a soft moan which brings further warmth to their already flushed cheeks. Andthen he reaches into the bag with his other hand and pulls out another chocolate skull, milk chocolate this time and gently offers it with a grin and Nemo takes it from his fingers with their mouth. Sweetness floods their mouth as they savour the slowly melting chocolate and Gerry’s fingers linger and Nemo gently sucks on them and watches as Gerry bites down on his lip as he lightly teases before he pulls back. 
Nemo swallows, and moans again.
“Oh that’s just mean,” Gerry chuckles as he wipes his fingers on his shirt  before he snatches another kiss, “Have to wonder what you like more, little ghost…” Gerry grins as he gently runs his thumb over Nemo’s bottom lip. 
Nemo grins as they reach down to grab him as they tease him where there’s a damp patch on his boxers at the head of his cock.
“We’ll have to find out, big bat,” Nemo grins as they shift down his body.
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🍂🧣🧦🍁🥧 Feel the Chill 🍂🧣🧦🍁🥧
Happy Autumn everyone! Where I am, autumn has finally begun and it is the perfect chilly weather.
I am baking bread, brewing a stew, and all of my windows are open! I am also digging into some ghost stories, paranormal podcasts, and drinking lots and lots of coffee from my pumpkin mug.
Robin Sheldon Illustration
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helmort · 6 months
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🎃 𝗜𝗢𝗪𝗔 𝟭𝟵𝟯𝟬 🎃
In the vast, desolate Iowa countryside of 1930, Charles Reynolds toiled as a humble farmer, his weathered hands nurtured the stubborn earth to yield a meager livelihood. Life was hard, but it was honest, and Charles was content. That was until the day the thirst of his barren land drove him to dig a well.
The endeavor commenced innocently, as most tales of malevolence often do. With a determined clench on his shovel, Charles thrust it into the ground, beginning the excavation that would plunge him headlong into the abyss of his own undoing. The first day yielded an assortment of old coins, their tarnished glimmer reflecting in his greedy eyes, igniting a covetous fire that would soon consume him. Beside the gaping hole, his wife, Agnes, implored him to return home, her voice tinged with a sense of foreboding, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Greed, that malevolent whisperer, had begun to weave its seductive spell over Charles, drowning out the loving concern of his wife.
The second day of his descent into darkness brought forth glistening treasures of gold. His greed grew insatiable as he continued to delve deeper into the earth, convinced that his relentless pursuit of riches was worth any sacrifice.
On the third day, the bowels of the earth divulged a mysterious find—a corroded plaque with old British words inscribed upon it warned to stay away from the place, a caution that should have been heeded. Yet Charles, his mind shackled by greed, scoffed at the notion of halting his excavation. It was an act of defiance that would soon unravel his world. As night draped the land in a shroud of inky darkness, Charles's shovel struck an object of unfathomable dread. A golden ring, tainted by the hands of time, lay perched on a skeletal finger, the fragile remains of an old woman. He hesitated, then removed the ring and plundered the deceased woman's body for other golden treasures, forsaking his humanity for his insatiable lust for wealth.
His hand brushed against something out of place, a small piece of aged wood, fragile and brittle. Faded letters carved upon it formed a haunting message: "Beware of the Witch."
In the dim light of a flickering lantern, Charles's eyes widened with realization. Panic surged through him as the very walls of the earth trembled, closing in on him with unrelenting force. The ground shook and before Charles could react, the walls crumbled, sealing his fate in a suffocating tomb of soil and stone.
The weight of the earth bore down upon him, crushing him into the annals of history. The townsfolk, alerted by the terrible sounds that had resonated through the night, could do nothing to save him. The cursed well, now a gaping maw of darkness, held the secrets of Charles Reynolds and his insatiable greed for ever.
💀☠️💀☠️💀
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The Day to Begin
I am sure I have said this many a time, but the time is now. If I am going to tell my story it is in dictation to one whom I trust.
Mary Ann Winslow. I have known those of her name since long before her own birth and I shall know what children's children may yet be. With that said, where to start if not my first bite?
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Haunted Apartments in Vallejo, California.
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finegrainwhisperer · 2 years
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Ghost face
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Daisy sees dead people—something impossible to forget in bustling, ghost-packed Toronto. She usually manages to deal with her unwanted ability, but she’s completely unprepared to be dumped by her boyfriend. So when her mother inherits a secluded mansion in northern Ontario where she spent her childhood summers, Daisy jumps at the chance to escape. But the house is nothing like Daisy expects, and she begins to realize that her experience with the supernatural might be no match for her mother’s secrets, nor what lurks within these walls…
A decade later, Brittney is desperate to get out from under the thumb of her abusive mother, a bestselling author who claims her stay at “Miracle Mansion” allowed her to see the error of her ways. But Brittney knows that’s nothing but a sham. She decides the new season of her popular Haunted web series will uncover what happened to a young Black girl in the mansion ten years prior and finally expose her mother’s lies. But as she gets more wrapped up in the investigation, she’ll have to decide: if she can only bring one story to light, which one matters most—Daisy’s or her own?
As Brittney investigates the mansion in the present, Daisy’s story runs parallel in the past, both timelines propelling the girls to face the most dangerous monsters of all: those that hide in plain sight.
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afraidparade · 1 day
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is Theo aware that Pazu could just break him any moment?
well yes. why do you think he constantly looks like this
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leannareneehieber · 1 year
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Getting ready for the first convention of 2023! Excited to join everyone at the 8th annual Stupid Cupid Ball in Cromwell, CT, now a 3-day celebration of #Steampunk! See @oddball_newt for tickets! I'm honored to be a Featured Guest alongside amazing talents in the genre! I'll be giving lots of talks on Ghosts, Victorian customs & Spiritualism, eager to sign copies of our acclaimed & bestselling A HAUNTED HISTORY OF INVISIBLE WOMEN: TRUE STORIES OF AMERICA'S GHOSTS! -- #booklife #booksigning #ctevents #History #VictorianGoth #Victorian #womenshistory #ghoststories #authorsofinstagram #ahauntedhistoryofinvisiblewomen #hauntedhistory #haunted #Ghosts #spiritualism #spookyreads https://www.instagram.com/p/CoK_ldxvOas/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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jonathanstroud · 1 year
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Posted @withrepost • @dhachildrens Are you ready for a spooktacular Book-mas recommendation? Today's Christmas read comes from the brilliant @jonathan.stroud 🎄☠️ JS: Ghosts enjoy Christmas like everybody else, and a good spooky tale is a fine corrective to all the enforced jollity and turkey-fuelled good cheer. Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol fuses darkness and redemption to create obviously the greatest festive book of all. It should be required yearly reading (just as The Muppets’ Christmas Carol is THE essential family watch). But I’m going to go out on a limb here, and recommend M R James’s Ghost Stories as my Xmas pick. These aren’t stories about Christmas, but many of them were written for Christmas. James was Provost at Eton, and he wrote his stories specifically for reading out to friends and pupils on Christmas Eve. You’ve got vengeful spirits, demonic guardians, nasty things hiding in ash trees, white flappy shapes hunting you along deserted beaches, and many other horrors, all hinted at with impeccable Edwardian restraint. In short, they’re the best creepy stories in English and perfect for the season, so take a peek into the midwinter dark and see what’s wandering there. Happy Reading! #christmasreading #christmasbooks #christmasadvent #festiveseason #festivereading #ghoststories #spookyreads #christmasghoststories #kidslit #kidsbooksofinstagram #kidsbookstagram #childrenschristmasbooks #childrensbooks #lockwood #lockwoodandco https://www.instagram.com/p/CmJuwigrbkv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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jaimejamieb · 2 years
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AHS needs to cast Jamie Campbell Bower as a main character and make it a musical season - idk how and idc about the plot but just do it Ryan Murphy
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starrypawz · 2 months
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AO3 (content notes can be found here) It's smut, it's fluff, it's fluffy smut it's fluffy Goth smut if you've read my stuff before you know how I roll
Gerry lazily runs a hand through Nemo’s hair as Nemo lays there wrapped in a blanket with their head on his lap. 
And then Nemo reaches out and palms him and Gerry chuckles as he instantly gets the hint hint and goes to undo his fly and Nemo shifts back and watches as he lifts his hips off the sofa as he works his jeans and boxers down towards his knees before he sits back down.
Nemo’s gently pokes the head of his (for now) soft cock and even that’s enough to make him twitch before they wrap a hand around him and start to toy with him and giggles as they let him go and he ‘flops’ and Gerry ruffles Nemo’s hair and chuckles a “Cute,”  before Nemo settles down and gently takes his cock into their mouth with a soft sigh. 
And then Gerry gently grabs Nemo’s hair as he rocks his hips with a soft moan until he settles again. 
Nemo keeps their hands to themself for now, content to be comfortably cocooned in a  blanket with Gerry’s cock in their mouth. (And there’s something… comforting in it’s own weird way about having his cock in their mouth) And it’s not long before Nemo finds their mind getting soft around the edges in that way by this point that’s as familiar as breathing as Nemo gently sucks his cock and is rewarded with the occasional soft moan from Gerry as he rubs their back.
And Nemo would happily stay there for a blissed out eternity but  breaks for air after a while. And looks up at Gerry as they lightly tease the head of his cock with their tongue and finds themself faced with such a tender look on his flushed face that even now has them hiding their face into their arm to regain composure before they look up at him once more in what can be read as a silent “I love you,” 
Nemo takes his cock again and is rewarded with a loud moan as they take him further. And even by this point it surprises the pair of them just how easily Nemo takes him into their throat. And it’s not long before Gerry gets a grip on Nemo’s hair as he gives a long, slow thrust before he slowly, slowly pulls back. And Nemo whines as they lightly lick a the tip of his head and he chuckles before he pushes Nemo’s head down again and he holds them there as he slowly starts to fuck their face. 
He could take the upper hand here. Hold Nemo right where he wants them and take what he wants, fast and hard until they’re both breathless and brainless. And there’s a part of both of them that wouldn’t mind if this was how tonight went. 
But that’s not tonight. 
Tonight is soft around the edges, everything slow. Nemo somehow managing to look downright adorable with his cock in their throat as it turns out you can softly, gently, even romantically facefuck someone. Even as Gerry’s moans are undeniably loud between panting breaths that are answered with muffled whimpers by this point that have long been a tell-tale sign of Nemo being just as turned on as he is. 
Nemo taps his thigh twice with a shaky hand and slowly he helps them come up for air as they pant, the blanket around their shoulders and then look up at him with lust darkened eyes and their freckled cheeks flushed pink and Gerry gently cups their cheek as Nemo leans against his palm. 
And they’ve only just caught their breath only to lose it again as he pulls them into a kiss that’s somehow both lazy and needy. And Nemo wraps a hand around his now slick and now undeniably hard cock as they tease him.
And it would be oh so easy to just take him over like this. But they feel a gentle, firm grip around their wrist. “Nemo…” He breaths out, “Let me fuck you,” 
“How do you want me?”
“In my lap,” 
Nemo stands, legs shakier than they expect and gentle hands steady them as Nemo makes short work as they strip down but even though they’ve done this countless times they still find their jeans get stuck a bit on the way down (And Nemo does have to suspect if they do that on purpose) leading to them both chuckling by the time Nemo manages to step out of them. 
And then Nemo’s on the sofa again, braced on his shoulders as they straddle his hips and Gerry reaches out to tease between Nemo’s thighs and judging from his face still slightly shocked and endlessly pleased by how wet they find them even if that’s not even news by this point but tonight he’s light on the touches as even the lightest brush against their clit has Nemo’s grip dig into his shoulders enough he feels it through his shirt. 
“Easy,” Gerry soothes before he gently wraps a hand around his cock moans as he does so and Nemo echoes the easy with a smug chuckle before they lower themself down and share a moan. 
Nemo pulls him in for a kiss as he gently grips at their hips as he fucks them. Like everything else tonight it’s soft and slow. One of Gerry’s hand shifts from Nemo’s hip to work it’s way under Nemo’s shirt to work up their stomach to cup a tit as heh thumbs their nipple and Nemo whimpers as they rock and Nemo reaches out to tease one of his pierced nipples through his shirt and he moans loud again and Nemo gently bites his lip as he teases their clit before they settle into the crook of his neck as he fucks them and like everythng else tonight it’s slow and soft. 
“I’ve got you” He rubs Nemo’s back and they squirm “That’s it sweetheart, that’s my good little prince, just let me look after you, you feel so good…” He rubs the Nape of his neck and Nemo’s entire body shudders as this is the point they find themself totally melt, everything slipping away other than them. 
Gerry’s lasted longer than he probably has any right to but then- 
“Oh… oh fuck,” And now he’s the one whimpering as he cums and clings onto Nemo who tenses around him, “Yeah that’s it… take me… all of me…” And he manages to slip a hand between them to tease Nemo’s aching clit, “Please… please… for me… please” 
Nemo cums, quietly, whimpering and shaking, “Oh that’s it that’s it…” Gerry urges until he’s spent and then some as they lay there both shaking. 
Nemo stirs after a long moment and lazily kisses him, “I love you,” 
“Love you too,” 
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