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yuki2sksksk · 6 months

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TW: Blood, horror-ish a bit

#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #drawing #anime #digital art #Tanjirou #nezuko #the kamado siblings #kamado tanjirou #kamado nezuko #horror ish

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zuzypiia · 1 month

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i forgot to post these here lmfao???

made this when dream did the unface-reveal

original caption; "pretty sure this guy had a face before, where'd it go??"

edit: forgot it was HEAVILY inspired by a c!dream piece from another artist i was experimenting the artstyle of, @icecreamvi go check them out!

#dream fanart #dreamblr #dreamfanart #tw horror #? i guess #horror ish #tw blood #zuzu zuzypiia's art tag

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scoutswritingcorner · 21 days

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I love Rosie and Alastor, Love'em. i was wondering if you could write a Rosie x Alastor x Reader, y'know a throuple that eats and gossips together, stays together. Also, love the horroresque spin you've been doing, can you add a smidge of that?

The Chase

RadioRose x GN!Reader

(Alastor x GN!Reader x Rosie)

TW: Has elements of horror! Alastor being Alastor and chasing Reader around the place. Talks about cannibalism, anxiety and paranoia that comes with being chased.

A/N: IT BECOMES WHOLESOME I SWEAR! Also a big thank you to my lovely @kurosstuff for helping me get this idea going!! Also Alastor's dialog will be in bold.

Your day had started like any other day, wake up, get ready and go do what you needed to do for the day. But something felt off about the whole day like you were forgetting something in the back of your mind. Either way you continued on with your day trying to remember what you had forgotten ignoring how the hair on the back of your neck started to stand.

Something was wrong.

After some time you went around looking for Alastor, he promised he’d come along with you to see Rosie. You grumbled as you walked into the foyer, “Husk? Have you seen Alastor anywhere?” You asked, watching as Husk shook his head and continued to clean a glass, then it hit you as you watched a familiar shadow disappear out of sight. He was upset but about what? You quickly tried to follow the sneaky shadow but failed as it disappear down the ominous dark hallway. As you walked down the hallway, which seemed to go on forever, it dawned on you that the figure at the end of the hallway was none other than the man you had come to love and cherish. But it felt wrong- no no he felt wrong. His smile was way too wide and his eyes were unmoving as he stared at you.

You needed to run.

Turning on your heel, you sprinted down the hallway passing by Husk and Angel at the bar and reaching the front doors of the hotel. His footsteps where getting closer, why did he walk so fucking fast? You took a glance back over your shoulder seeing he had already made it to the end of the hallway as you swung the door open and ran out of the hotel. You had no idea where to go so you just kept running, dodging cars and random demons on the street as you duck and weave through the nastiest allies you could find. Looking back over your shoulder every once in a while to only see him still calmly chasing you.

You looked back in front of you narrowly dodging a demon who stepped in front of you, which made you fall to the ground. The demon cursed you out as you scrambled to get up and continued to run despite your legs begging you to stop or slow down. You looked around before diving into a random shop for a moment to check out the damage done as you caught your breath. You carefully rolled up your pants leg to see a bruise forming on your leg as it was bleeding. Fuck you scraped it up badly, your hands shakily grabbed a handful of napkins and cleaned up the blood as best as you could, you’d have to ask Rosie to help clean you up later.

Taking a deep breath you rolled your pants leg back down as you moved to stand up to your full height but stopped feeling your back hit what seemed like a wall. You prayed to Lucifer that it was just some random demon standing way too close for your liking and not him, carefully you reach your hand behind you to feel the fabric of a familiar coat that made your stomach sink and panic rise up in your chest, you turn your head to see his ruby red eyes staring back into your with a hint of softness in them. Slowly backing away from him watching as his eyes followed every step towards the other entrance on the side of the shop itself, his neck cracking as he tilted his head.

He was giving you another head start.

Without a second thought you took it, rushing out of the door and pushing demons out of your way as you ran further down the street. As he slowly followed behind you, his shadow easily kept up with you guiding you closer towards your ‘haven’. He had led you towards Cannibal Town and towards Rosie. Now, no cannibal would dare harm a single hair on your head unless they had wanted a death wish from him and to be cast out by Rosie herself, that is another slow and painful death all together. You ran past cannibals, who either nodded or smiled at you. You tried your best to do so back, you really did but when you're being chased by your lovely boyfriend it’s quite different. You quickly ran into Rosie’s boutique, your heart pounding into your chest as you tried to shake off how terrified you were.

Coming to a stop near the counter, you felt fingers grip your chin lifting your head up as your eyes met with Rosie’s her usual grin gone- replaced with a worried smile. “Oh Dear, you look absolutely distraught.” You cooed bringing you closer as you tried to look behind you, Alastor had to be closing in on you now but yet your head stayed still in her grasp. Her thumb pressed against your bottom lip as you finally caught your breath, “Alastor..” You huffed out making her click her tongue before she leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

The door chimed making you freeze up as you heard the familiar sound of his humming. Speak of the Devil. He swiftly closed the gap between you and him as he leaned down placing his chin on your shoulder. “Now now, Alastor. What have I talked about chasing them around the city?” Rosie chided him watching as his grin widened, before he had placed a gentle kiss upon your cheek. “I’m sorry, Dear. They just looked so adorable trying to get away from me~” He hummed out watching as you slowly relaxed, “Almost like they were good enough to eat.” His voice was missing the normal radio effect it always had and was replaced with his deep southern drawl that made your skin crawl in the best way possible.

His teeth grazing against your cheek, reminding you that he could tear you limb to limb if he wanted. Rosie smiled, tilting your head up once more to capture your lips into a soft kiss. “I must agree with you on that~” She growled out against your lips making you softly whimper. “You can’t tell me you don’t love the hunt, Dearest.” He watched as Rosie leaned back to fix your shirt that had been messed up during the rush here, the radio effect returning to his voice as your lips were smeared with her black lipstick.

He snapped his fingers as a chair appeared behind you, “Sit sit, let me see that leg of yours.” He crouched down as you sat in the chair, Rosie quickly rushing off to go find the first aid kit. “It’s not that bad, Al..I’m fine.” At that he only waved his hand at your concern and carefully helped you get your pants leg up. As soon as Rosie got back with the medical supplies, Alastor had swiftly cleaned up the cut on your leg before wrapping it up. You gently cupped his cheek and pressed a kiss to his lips, making his ears pop up as he stared wide eyed at you before they flicked happily and his grin grew wider. His tail was surely wagging.

The two most feared Overlords were wrapped around your finger and they wouldn't have it any other way~

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine #gn reader #alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x you #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #hazbin rosie #rosie x reader #hazbin hotel rosie #radiorose #radiorose x reader #horror ish #alastor x reader x rosie

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peachesofteal · 2 months

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The Ocean

Anthology Dad!John Price/female reader A stranger arrives in Price's life.

The girl The bar The residents The booth The wolves The favor The call

#the ocean by Manchester Orchestra #this has daddy kink eventually so look away if it’s not your thing #I swear these little vignettes help me shake the rust #wolves and whales #horror ish #John price x reader #john price #captain john price

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blushweddinggowns · 10 months

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Idea expanded, overtly adorable and protective Kas Eddie with established relationship Steddie.

Steve is obviously devastated when they find Dustin and Eddie. But he refuses to leave his body there, despite how horrifying and time-consuming it is to take his boyfriends dead body back up to the surface. And Steve just spirals, reduced to a crying mess that can barely do anything but sleep most days. And Eddie's body is sent to the morgue.

Where he wakes up at. He wakes up in a cold cabinet, horrified and confused. And what woke him up was the noise. The wet, squelching noises of his body knitting itself back together. But it's not just fixing itself. It's changing. And adding things that Eddie doesn't understand. But it fucking hurts.

And Eddie starts to freak the fuck out. He manages to kick open the cold locker he's in and he's still freaking out. Because now he realizes he's in a morgue. But he's not dead damn it. But he's different. And confused and scared and all he wants is Steve.

So he goes to him. And that's how Steve almost dies of a heart attack when a naked freezing should be dead Eddie taps on his window at three am. But he let's him in, of course he lets him in. He's so happy to see him he doesn't even question how huh maybe letting in your dead boyfriend who now has black veins, wings, a tail, and upside down looking scars is not a good idea.

But common sense doesn't matter because all Eddie does is hug him and cry. And it takes a while for both of them to calm down. But when they do Steve starts asking questions, none of which Eddie can answer. But it doesn't matter because he's here. And he's different and weird, but he's still him.

But he is different. Stronger, scarier, with teeth that can sharpen and nails that can morph into claws. And he's also more...touchy. And protective. And is glued to Steve's side, doing weird shit like smelling and licking him in random places, and nibbling on the back of his neck. And it takes Steve a minute to realize that he can freaking purr now. Not that Steve's complaining. He'd live in Eddie's lap forever if it meant he got to be with him.

Steve doesn't tell anyone at first because he's afraid someone might rightfully make the point that being in love with a maybe demon was not a good call. But the Party finds out anyway when they realize he's no longer sobbing every ten seconds. Everyone takes it well enough, even if they have to get used to Eddie involuntarily growling at them whenever they got close to Steve. But they figure it out. And now they have someone who isn't Eleven who can kill upside down monsters with ease which is a plus.

Even if he does this weird thing where he drops nearly every demon corpse he gets his hands on at Steve's feet for praise, always purring like the hybrid monster cutie he is when Steve tells him how good he is at protecting all of them and thanks him with a kiss, the bitter taste of black demon blood in Eddie's mouth be dammed.

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leawesomesloth · 15 days

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remember bloody feng xin, who awoken everyone’s blood kink? Yea I’m late to the party, bon appetit

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beeflibeef · 4 months

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#i blurred it so much and yet its still visible............#idea #au #random #scribble comic #sketch #horror ish #body horror cw

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dumblemonchickenwing · 10 months

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#courage the cowardly dog #sketches #freaky fred #horror ish

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seraphim-seeker · 5 months

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Ngl it’s actually kinda fun making Transformers OCs based off or inspired by Slasher and/or Horror Characters

Especially masked or facially obscured characters it’s just fun to toy with design ideas

Or basing them off of Haunted Dolls, Bro imagine a small cutesy looking Minibot running you full speed with a kitchen knife

#transformers ocs #slasher ocs #Masked Characters are Fun!#humanoidformers #horror ish

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noxangelus · 1 year

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I was seven, maybe eight years old when it happened. Mom and I lived in a shabby house in a rural area, surrounded by wheat fields and run down wooden fences and dirt roads. The summer days were hot, but the nights were biting and cold. It was quiet. It was lonely.

I’ve always had trouble sleeping, even as a child. At night, the wind howled in such a way that it sounded like someone was wailing outside. My windows would tremble, as if someone was trying to come in. My active imagination kept me up into the late hours of the night, eyes wide and plastered open, determined to stay vigilant.

I never did have any intruders, aside from common field mice or spiders, neither of which particularly frightened me since they were so commonplace for where we lived. My mother always reassured me that I was safe as could be here–who would even want to break into our house? We had nothing of real value, and to begin with, the area was sparse. Our nearest neighbor was nearly a mile away from us.

At times, I wondered why we even stuck around here. It was unbearably lonely, and we lived what most would call the simple life. Looking back now, I miss it at times. But when I was younger, it was just so damn boring. The few times a year that I visited my father in the city were always exciting, though I didn’t like him much, or his girlfriend. They had never been unkind to me, in fact they were probably better parents than my mom was. But I resented them all the same for leaving me in the countryside.

My mother hated the city. I didn’t know if it was because of him, or if she just disliked the bustling nature of metropolitan areas. When they were together, we lived in a tiny apartment that smelled like pancakes in the morning and cigarette smoke at night. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly when the relationship had begun to deteriorate, but I certainly noticed when they stopped arguing. It was always so quiet. I almost wished they would go back to it.

I’m getting distracted, though. None of this really has to do with what happened.

The night was another sleepless one. I was laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, counting the cracks. Mom had suggested it once, probably just to shut me up. I had just about memorized that there were three large cracks, with maybe sixteen hairline ones branching off of them. Nevertheless, when I couldn’t sleep, I counted, trying to ignore the taptaptap of the window.

It was well into the night when I felt this overwhelming feeling that something was different, but I didn’t know what. It’s difficult to describe. I stopped counting the cracks and sat up.

Something’s wrong, my mind screamed at me.

It felt like I wasn’t controlling my own movements. I got out of bed and walked over mechanically to the window. I stared out.

There was a figure in the field.

I felt sick. Her nightgown was billowing in the wind, the wheat and grass bending around her. I left the room, went downstairs, opened the door. It was freezing. I couldn’t imagine why she was standing out there in just her nightie. How long had she been out there?

My bare feet sank into the soft dirt as I walked out to the edge of the field, never breaking my line of sight. That entire time, she didn’t move a centimeter. I couldn’t hear anything over the wind, and I assumed she couldn’t either, but I opened my mouth and shouted at her anyway.

She didn’t turn, didn’t acknowledge my presence at all. It felt like hours that I stood there on the edge, yelling, but in reality, it was probably only a few seconds. I was afraid to walk into the field, afraid that the grass would swallow me up.

The moonlight was bright that night. Her skin seemed almost luminous, and her hair flew wildly around her head. For a second, I had a horrible thought that she looked like a monster, one of the creatures that I imagined tapping against my window at night.

Then, something dark bloomed across the small of her back. It was small at first, just a pinprick. Then it began to spread, soaking the nightgown. In that moment, all I could do was stare.

Something’s wrong.

She collapsed forward, face down, and I couldn’t see her anymore. It was like my fear had come true. The field had swallowed her up.

For two days, my mother’s body rotted in the field, maggots and birds picking at her decaying flesh. I covered the windows in my room with sheets, and I cocooned myself in blankets despite the sticky, suffocating heat. I didn’t sleep for those two days. Every time I closed my eyes, I imagined her standing in that field. Sometimes she would turn around and look at me, except she didn’t have any eyes.

Years later, I found out that some idiot kids had killed her. Shot her by accident with their father’s gun. They had been playing with it in the field, and when it happened, they scurried home. They kept their mouths shut like clams for forty eight hours before one of them caved and poured out the whole story between snot and tears to their parents. The police were promptly called, and I was found in the house, half-starved and sleep deprived.

I was shipped off to live with my father and his now fiance, away from the wheat fields and clear moonlight. They put me in therapy and constantly walked on eggshells around me. They treated me like a fragile china vase, which I suppose was appropriate, considering the circumstances.

As the years passed, I sometimes found myself forgetting the whole ordeal had happened. It was like I’d tricked my own mind into believing that my parents had never divorced, that my mom had died a peaceful death, and that’s what ended the marriage. I never lived in the countryside. My sleep problems were because I stayed up watching TV too late.

Other times, though, it was all I could think about. It was like a stain I couldn’t wash out. A figure in the field.

#i've been listening to this song nonstop and it inspired this short story!#horror ish #Spotify

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sketching-shark · 2 years

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Yay! First sketch from my new iPad

#digital drawing #wolf #horror ish

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initforthecache · 2 years

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DRAWING A LOT OF ZANE ANGST

DRAWING SO MUCH ZANE ANGST

#WOOOO #its slightly #horror ish #random but ok

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lynx-of-art · 9 days

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Haunted pt 4

The moon, full and bright, shown above. Illuminating the grassy field I set up camp in. The tent was bright yellow against the monochrome blue. The pounding of my heart was unmatched by the pounding all around me, and a musky smell wafted through the air. I tried to sleep, the blanket cold against my skin. And suddenly it went dark.A freezing wind awoke me. I jolted up when the comforting yellow hue of the tent was nowhere to be found. I was in the middle of the playground, I realized. The woodchips sticking to my back. Eyes surrounded me, throughout the sky, twinkling with a malicious gaze. Ominously dark clouds in the distance, I decide to walk home, passing the tent without a second glance. I do not want to be here longer than necessary, I'll just get the tent later. The walk home was even worse than before, The eyes staring at me, dark figures in every shadow around. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Why did I do this?! What did I expect? Everything to be fine? Of course not, this is a haunted town, on a haunted street, with multiple missing person reports! Alice, Chase, and Henry are off their rockers thinking this was fine.The rain started falling, the soft pitter patter of rain, graduling increasing. Until it was pouring rain, the clouds above lit up with lightning and loud cracks of thunder could be heard in the distance. Creatures crept throughout the streets, vultures circled my head from above. A CAW of a crow, became many as the obsidian birds filtered out in the sky, blocking the street lights. They shouldn’t be flying, it's raining. Wait- Why are they flying so low? Rabbits rushed past my feet, scrambling across the cement. I NEED to get to my house, animals only run in uncomfortable situations if there is danger.I started sprinting, rain sloshing in my shoes. Water gushing down the side of the sidewalk. The eyes are now completely gone. The shadows growing, beings moving in them, shrouded by the rain and trees.

#Oh shit #Forgot to put this on the other parts #But I refuse to go back #Uh anyways #This is cross posted from AO3 #Horror ish #Mars is terrrfied #Like tear-r-fied not terrified #Oh also the “eyes” are mars perception of stars

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deadboysuff · 8 months

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