#tw hair

[gunmoony]

Mary. -Death Mark- (spoiler)

since the 2nd game it out I wanted to draw fanart of Mary from the 1st game but of her final form. Messed around with how I did this and liked the results

#death mark #deathmark #spoilers #tw blood #tw teeth #Tw hair #Death mark Mary

[r0achezz]

So you know how I was feeling dysphoria....

..yeah I regret nothing.

#Tw hair #CW cut hair #Just in case #STILL GOT WAY MORE TO GO BOYS #LET'S HOPE MY PARENTS DON'T WALK IN 👍👍 #transgender #TRANSMASC #ftm

[hyperbali]

This is the amount of hair I've lost in TWO DAYS.

Glasses for scale. Three separate clumps.

We have desperately got to gtfo of Texas.

#tmi #tw hair #medical stuff #i am 🤏 this close to just shaving it all off #i am fucking tired of having to stave off a panic attack every time i comb rn

[shootsun]

I'm not dead!

just...seasonal depression kicks my ass every year and i wasn't expecting it to hit so soon lol

have an original short horror story to celebrate spooky season

tw: dead thing(s), trypophobia warning, drowning mention/implied drowning, bile mention, hair, mild violence, horror themes

/if you really wanna set the mood, I'd recommend listening to this video (it's apparently audio taken from a video/horror game, there are no jump scares, nor loud noises, just quiet humming)/

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The surface of the lake, usually a constant source of movement from the currents and wind alike, is still and flat as a sheet of obsidian. It holds no reflections, swallowing the dim light of the stars in black water, and fog hangs above it all, so thick he can barely see the trees on the other distant side.

He can't quite remember how he got here.

It’s beautiful, and he almost takes a step closer to the shore, but he freezes when he hears the stilted humming of a wordless song echo out from deep within the mists. He can’t tell who’s singing, but as seconds slip by, the song grows more and more familiar.

Surely it…it wouldn’t hurt to go closer, right? The voice is calm, and it’s like he can feel the humming curl into his brain. He just wants to know why it's so familiar.

One step, a shuffle of his sneakers, and then two, and then he blinks, feeling icy water splash up his shins. He’s almost knee deep in the freezing lake, and its touch burns as water soaks through his jeans and seeps up the fabric. It shocks him back into thinking, and immediately, he swears and stumbles backwards, almost slipping on the stones and thick mud.

The water splashes and ripples around him, almost loud in the eerie silence, and he realizes that the humming has stopped, letting the noise of him fumbling around in the lake slosh out over the no longer still water.  

His breath hitches, caught in his throat; he needs to move, to get out of the lake, but the humming returns, closer now, and his mind seems to grow fuzzy around the edges.

Something splashes in the distance, and blearily, he looks at the slow ripples as they make their way across the lake and curl past his calves and onto the shore behind him.

There’s a breath taken in the humming, and it whistles, like through torn lungs, and he blinks, taking half a step backwards when the voice comes back stronger.

He freezes once more, but it’s not as hazy this time, with each break in the song, the fear creeps a little closer, the urge to run a little louder, but it’s too late. He can see what is singing.

The ripples are small waves now, and the source is silhouetted against the fog, wading through the murk as if it were only a few feet deep, and not twenty where it stands.

It’s thirty feet away, fifteen, ten – and with each step it takes, the humming grows, echoing tenfold until he can’t hear the tune any more, but rather a roaring of whistling air as it passes through the holes in the body that approaches him.

He closes his eyes, trying desperately not to see the dead thing that reaches for him, but the monster is imprinted on the back of his eyelids.

It’s covered in holes, tiny, little holes, across every expanse of visible skin, like thousands upon thousands of tiny fish had eaten away at doughy flesh, leaving nothing but this thing behind. Water sloughs from the lower pits, suspiciously dark and chunky. The noise, the humming, emanates from every other crevice, and he flinches as something cold and wet trails across his cheek, and then the other.

It rasps something out, its voice too close, far too close, to his ear, and he can hear the wet clack of teeth click with every word, but he can’t focus on what it whispers to him. It laughs, and he flinches again, the wet, sticky, feeling on his face never leaving. 

Maybe if he thinks hard enough, it'll vanish.

'Take a deep breath and count, count to ten, and it'll all be a dream,' he tells himself, but the noise buzzing in his ears calls him a liar.

He sucks in a breath, and feels it freeze in his lungs as he opens his eyes. What he notices first are what he assumes are swaths of black, dripping, fur on the arms that extend towards him. His eyes flick down, and his heart rate triples, the strange texture forgotten.

It’s touching him – holding onto his face with rotting hands.

He chokes and tries to wrench himself away, but the hands only press deeper into his skin, and bile churns in his gut when he registers he can feel the holes in the hands against his cheeks.  

Thrashing wildly, he jerks backwards, only for his feet to sink deeper into the freezing mud and send him falling back into the lake.

Frigid water coats him, and the urge to gasp is overwhelming, his lungs screaming for oxygen as everything starts to hurt and the thing follows him down into the black lake. 

What he thought was fur turns out to be hair, long stringy black hair, that surrounds him as he fruitless flails against the dead hands.

Under the water, its white pitted face seems to materialize inches away from his nose, and he stares into empty sunken eye sockets as the black hair floats around them. There are holes in the flesh of its cheeks, its chin, it’s forehead. 

He can’t look away, and its teeth, all green and bone shown through chewed lips, curve into a smile before the tendrils of hair lash around his wrist, his neck, forces its way down his throat and up his nose and through his eyes and it hurts, it’s so cold and it fucking wiggles its way inside and he can’t breathe and he’s dying surrounded by humming and hair and-

He shoots forward, screaming and entangled in his bed sheets, his hands slamming towards his face to rip the hair out of his nose, his mouth, his brain, but there’s nothing there but his own skin.

Sweat soaked, but whole and alone, no rotting hands, no black hair, no water.

Frantic eyes bounce around the room, terrified and desperate. His lungs heave, and he sobs, curling his knees to his chest. He’s alone, he’s home, in his own bed. 

'A dream,' he mouths, afraid if he speaks, the noise will shatter the sight of his bedroom and drag him back into black water. 

Shaking, he backs himself to the wall, and tracks the moon through his window till the sun bloodies the morning sky.

He waits until midmorning, when the sun has coated the room in a pale-yellow light, before he moves from his corner. Crawling to the edge of his bed, he takes a deep breath and sighs out through his mouth, his shoulders sagging with exhaustion. He lets his feet swing to the floor and they land with a squelch.

Ice floods his veins as he shakily looks down.

It’s only then that he sees the still wet, muddy footprints that traipse through the house, all the way from his front door to his bed.

#original writing #my writing #not beta'd #not lmk #horror #october #lakes #tw implied death #tw trypophobia #tw drowning #tw implied drowning #tw bile #tw hair #tw horror #tw violence #horror themes #this is kinda sorta part of a larger story #i've got like 90 some odd original stories in the works #but i have such a hard time finishing them #so i just....start another one lol

[kobolding]

Sp I manage student dorms and my supervisor honest to god made me draw this and put it in the showers to scare people from leaving hair in the drains

#im serious #im not above exposing you lot to the drain dweller #troll creature #scary #tw hair #art #artists on tumblr

[rinhaler]

step brother sukuna forcefully taking his stepsister's virginity <3 (with size difference)

sukuna has got me in the biggest chokehold and this weeks dub has not helped in the least long live ray chase

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, noncon, stepcest, creampie, use of 'good girl', virginity loss, vaginal sex, hair pulling, degradation, spanking, noncon photography.

words: 1.3k

“S-Sukuna?” you wake up, eyes fuzzy and the darkness not helping matters as you try and make out the shape of your step-brother in your doorway. He could be anyone, really, but the size of his silhouette gives him away. You roll over to check the time on your phone, grunting with displeasure when you see it’s only 3am.

He comes inside, stealthily, and he reeks of alcohol. You can smell him from your bed. And you feel blinded when he turns on the light, your retinas blown to hell as you try and adjust to the brightness.

You yelp as he sits on the mattress, and you sit up quickly.

“You’re a good girl,” he tells you, voice slurring slightly as he speaks. “Staying home tonight, good… good girl.”

You aren’t sure what to say, though you begin to worry he might vomit on your carpet. You hasten out of bed to grab the bin in the corner of your room, placing it between his legs. And he laughs at that, it’s just so… you.

“Some… whore… I don’t remember her name,” he sniffs, looking down at the bin before his red eyes hone in on you. “She was all over me tonight. But I pushed her away. Y’know why?”

“W-Why…” you ask, cautiously, your inner monologue telling you this is leading somewhere bad. You want to run, but you feel like your legs at being weighed down to your mattress.

“I thought, why fuck her? I don’t care about her. She’s easy. But you,” he continues. He kicks the bin away and he climbs onto your bed, crawling closer to you on all fours like a predator cornering it’s. prey. You try to escape, still weighed down with fear. But you could only get so far anyway. Your back meets with the headboard, and you know you’re trapped. “My sweet little sister. Are you sweet? Maybe you’re a whore like her.”

“Sukuna, p-please, I’ve never… I’ve never—”

“You’re real sweet.” he grins, pulling you against him until your noses touch. “Should have known you were a virgin. I hear you when you touch yourself sometimes, you never last long. You’ll prob’ly cum on my cock the minute I put it in.” he sneers, and in your panic he manages to flip you onto your stomach with ease.

“N-No, please, I don’t— you’re my b-brother!” you object, body freezing and turning limp as you realise you’re powerless to his advances. He doesn’t bother undressing you, he just pins your wrists above your head with one large palm. “S-Sukuna?”

“I’m your big brother, and I should be the first person to feel your cunt wrapped around my cock.” he answers you, unzipping his trousers and freeing his cock just enough to use against you. He moves your pyjama shorts into the crease of your thigh, and he can’t help but ogle your sopping flesh. “You’re wet, little girl. And no panties. You knew I was coming, didn’t you? Did all of this for me… how thoughtful.”

You cry, silently, as you realise there’s nothing you can say to stop this. He drags his thick cockhead up and down your folds before he practically stabs it into your entrance. You scream, but he yanks your hair and forces your face down into the pillows to silence you.

“Shut the fuck up.” he tells you. “You want this, I know you do.” he lies, though you don’t know if it’s for your benefit or his own. Each drag and rut into your heat is torture. It’s slow, tormenting, until he finds a steady rhythm against your resisting walls.

“Ah, ah!” you moan, your voice finally free as he gives you the chance to breathe. He snarls as he hears you, moaning like a slut as he defiles your virgin interior.

“Knew you’d like it, slut.” he laughs, picking up the pace as your needy whining encourages him. He lets your hands go, knowing you’ve given up on fighting him. His hands knead into the flesh of your ass, spanking you on occasion and forcing you to jolt back against him. He pulls your hair until your back is curved into an almost agonising arch.

“S-Sukuna! H-Hurts! Hurts s’much!”

“Is that why you’re moaning like a bitch in heat for me, hah?” he chides, spanking your ass as he continues bullying his cock into you. “Ya getting tighter around me, sister. Naughty girl…” he spanks you again and you can’t help but preen for him. You fucking hate yourself and you hate him for doing this to you.

You just can’t deny how good it feels.

“Y-You’ve always been so good,” he pants, stuttering slightly as he feels himself teetering on the edge of release. He grabs a fistful of your ass again and you can already feel how red and bruised it’s becoming. And you yelp as he inflicts a particular agonising spank onto your rear. “Tell me you love me.” he groans in your ear.

“I- I love you,” you don’t even hesitate, because you do. He’s your big brother, after all. How could you not love him, even in spite of this? “So good t’me, Sukuna, always s-so good.”

His eyes roll over white as he hears your words, it took all of his self-control to not cum in that instant. “Aren’t you p-recious,” he struggles, both of his hands dig into the fat of your hips, now. Your body collapsing forwards as he makes no effort to help you keep upright. It still hurts, but it’s an agony you’re willing to withstand for him. “Gonna be the first person to cum in this virgin cunt,” he grins, he wraps his arms around your waist as if he’s hugging you. Though you come to realise he’s just preventing any escape attempts you might make.

“No! Sukuna, n-no! You can’t.”

“Yeah, I can. ‘n you’re gonna let me because you’re a good girl,” he tells you, whispering directly into your ear as he feels his balls begin to tighten. “Only big brother’s get to cum here, got it? This little pussy was made for my cum.”

“N-N— ah! Hnng, fu-uck! Fuck!“ you moan, and Sukuna has lost any interest in forcing you to keep quiet. The damage is done, now. Even if your parents find out, it’s not like they can undo his handiwork, gifting his little sister with a pretty creampie.

He fucks into you until he blows his load. Your walls fill with white and you shudder from the contrast of your freezing body being stuffed full of his creamy white cum. He fucks it into you, deeply. And you don’t have the energy to object.

When he’s through, he pushes you off his length and you melt into a puddle on the mattress below. You feel your knee being forcibly bent in a bid to spread your legs open. Your pussy lips open deliciously and his sperm drips from your hole and down your little slit.

“Don’t move.” he tells you.

You couldn’t even if you wanted to.

He pulls his phone from his back pocket, taking a series of photos of your lifeless form and drippy cunt. He smirks as he sifts through them all.

He’s sure he’ll find one that will make the perfect screensaver.

© 2023 rinhaler

#💌 — luxe mail #📨 — requests #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna ryomen x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu #jjk x fem!reader #tw noncon #tw stepcest #tw praise #tw virginity loss #tw hair pulling #tw degradation

[gentletrees]

Some doodles from different scenes of @ssreeder 's fanfic LIAB! I literally drop everything when you upload QuQ <3 thank you for putting so much effort into this fic, it really shows! I love it!

Really wanted to capture the two most heartbreaking moments of the last few chapters - two very, very different reunions with very different underlying emotions.

And the last one is a doodle after reading the most recent chapter - Zuko wearing his hair in a messy ponytail, dressed in expensive clothing - moments before disaster :))

#atla #prince zuko #liab #into the fire #fanfic fanart #tw: injury #zukka #leaving it all behind #i completely lost my grip on how his hair looks after Sokka got his grubby hands on him! #but canonically it grows like 2cm a day so...

[riverofrainbows]

I hate you preserving beauty at the cost of enjoyment.

I saw a video of a woman with extremely thick hair doing a thinning method at home. One comment said "my hairdresser heart weeps" because apparently her method may lead to frizz and impact a unified hair look. The woman had so much hair it was giving her headaches.

Its the same as people telling me when I had long hair never to cut it because its so impressive. Its people telling natural redheads never to dye their hair because its such a rare pretty colour.

Its transmasc people being told they were so pretty as a girl and are wasting that.

Its girls being told they are wasting their figure/physical attributes because they are not displaying them constantly and wearing comfortable baggy clothes.

It's people telling you to never go in the sun, not smile and not to use a straw because it will give you wrinkles. Its being told not to eat certain foods because they are bad for your skin, or to do eat other foods because they are good for your skin regardless of whether you enjoy either of those foods. It's being expected to put hours into your skin care and prioritise it over activities you enjoy so you have younger looking skin when you are old.

It's being expected to wear clothes that are uncomfortable because they make you look thinner/more like an hourglass. Not to move in certain ways because it will be unflattering.

It's telling people not to prioritise themselves and their interests in their decisions but instead to prioritise their skin/hair/figure/etc.

I did not agree to preserve whatever natural features i was born with like a one man historical society for myself just because i happened to be made of those genes. I have every right to use and enjoy my body in ways other people don't think fitting and that don't preserve features that currently fit societal beauty standards. I do not agree to hold aesthetic pursuit over comfort and health and happiness.

I know one thing. When i am old i will certainly regret every single day i ate a papaya for breakfast (i hate papaya) instead of a pancake and didn't go into the sun. I will not regret having wrinkles, i just hope they are from laughing.

#own post #beauty standards #hair styles #skin care #bodily autonomy #transandrophobia #mysoginy #tw food mention

[ohposhers]

20 minutes into being arrested Velvet becomes the top prison bitch

#trolls #veneers hair deflates if he doesnt use gel every 4 minutes thats why it looks like that #trolls band together #tw blood #velvet and veneer #velvet trolls #veneer trolls #my art #theres an alt version of this image #i cant stand her

[amiracleilluminated]

Herald of Darkness Performance at The Game Awards 2023

#jerichoes #usermichi #alan wake 2 #alanwakeedit #alan wake 2 spoilers #sam lake #ilkka villi #old gods of asgard #poets of the fall #*gifs #flashing tw #doing a coke joke? on the actual stage? kings #sorry it took so long. i was painting #also some shadow ppl looking kinda....... *twirls hair*

[factual-fantasy]

Seeing my old Welcome Home AU stuff inspired me to come back and draw Julie! Out of all the backstories my AU gives the cast, I always liked Julie's the most. :}

As ya'll can see I experimented with her design a bit more and made her look more monstrous. A tail here, some spots over there.. Some animal-like feet and pointy ears.. nothing that would make her look too crazy though. Its the first pass but I think it looks nice! I might just keep her this way :}}

#welcome home #julie joyful #sally starlet #frank frankly #tw body horror #tw blood #drawing Julie was so much fun #her little hands and big fluffy hair #she really IS joyful huh XD

[thyholymistress]

matthew lillard in animal room (1995)

#animal room #matthew lillard #doug van housen #tw injury #tw blood #cult movies #indie movie #90s movies #movie twink #blood #bloody nose #i did watch this movie only because matthew lillard was playing a dark haired unstable twink with a single earring and homoerotic tendencie #and honestly i’m pretty sure also the other people that have logged this movie on letterboxd watched it for the same reason #bloody men #wounded men #did u know that he wants ur blood in his mouth?

[dorkfruit]

tiffany is a hater

#can u tell its my day off bc i posted 3 arts in one day #my art #procreate #i was telling a friend that the tiffany amy drama was soo good so i decided to draw them #too many hands in this piece #also the hair is a weak point for me i think. doesnt feel 3d. #faith the unholy trinity #ftut #amy martin #tiffany robinson #faith tiffany #tiffamy #/ tw eye trauma #/ tw eyestrain #tried shading with black for once . a lot of work.

[artsy-imogen]

✩ my take on a human Scarab design :D plus a sneak peak of Prismo ^^!✨✨ I like the idea of Scarab having slicked back hair to fit his business style more 😄⭐️✨

#playing around with designs #not sure if final but I had fun on them ☺️ #silver/blue haired scarab eventually won me over #fionna and cake fanart #the scarab #the god auditor #prismo #prismo fanart #prismo the wishmaster #scarab fanart #human scarab #tw body horror #possibly 🤔 ?? #adventure time #adventure time fanart #fionna and cake #dang I forgot Prismo’s earring- #next time 👉🏻 #mouth horror

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Clockwork sees how stressed Danny is from trying to be the goodest boy and never do anything remotely bad that could turn him evil and thinks he may have overdone it. At this rate his panic over never doing anything evil is going to force him to emotionally burn out and stop caring. Then he'll turn evil anyway.

So Clocky does something that sounds completely ridiculous in theory. He scoops Danny up and drops him into a universe full of superheros and villains and tells him to "Do whatever you want. There will be no consequences for you." Then he leaves.

And just like that, Danny goes apeshit. He decides to do the one thing he always wanted to do but was too afraid to because he didn't want to be judged, or worse, forced to join his parents.

He becomes a supervillian. Not as Phantom, no. But as Fenton! He goes full super genius mad scientist and terrorizes whatever city he's in. The local superhero is being driven insane as Danny builds death rays, shrink rays, his own modified version of the GAV, ect.

The best part if that the local heros can never catch him for long and when he is caught he always escapes before he is transported to whatever facility they wanted him in. He always ends up back in his home dimension where he goes back to acting normal and no one from either human dimension or the Infinite Realms knows what he's up to (except the stop watch of course)

After a particularly fun day in which Danny highjacks all broadcasting services to teach everyone in the world how to make insulin at home so you didn't have to pay a ridiculous amount for necessary medication, the Justice League was now on his tail.

Danny just laughs, thinking there's no way they'd ever be able to arrest him. Little does he know some guy calling himself Batman is leading the mission and he has no intention of arresting him. Danny, much to his horror, becomes far to familiar with adoption papers. As in he keeps having to set them on fire.

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #batman #bruce wayne #batman: a child with black hair and blue eyes #batman: with no parents in sight #batman: causing mayhem all around him while doing good in the world #batman: and outsmarting everyone who tries to catch him without using a single superpower #batman: i must adopt #tim hopes this one wont try to murder him #jason dramatically whispers to Danny telling him to run and Danny doesnt think twice #so many shenanigans #danny has his own secret underground laboratory and steals so much stuff from his parents #poor damian gets targetted by danny a lot because he thinks its fun to rile him up #tw: cussing

[sydneighsays]

Gerard Keay, based on a doodle I did at work. My Instagram story poll bullied me into finishing it digitally ☹️

You can't convince me that this man wasn't dual touched by both beholding and the hunt.

#fanart #the magnus archives #tma fanart #gerard keay #gerry keay #gerry kaey deserved more screen time #I can't not draw him in cunty makeup #This looks like a shitty 2000's movie poster #halloweentown #the magnus archive fanart #scopohobia tw #i love my dead gay goth son #he died without knowing how to dye his hair #death metal font #the g in Gerry stands for gender