#tw:horror

[osatokun]

A child You can read Glinda's story here

#charlie #vtm #glinda #vamily #world of darkness #wod #vampire the masquerade #changeling the dreaming #ctd #tw: body horror #tw:horror #sidhe #malkavian #faeries become dark suddently

[thorinsbeard]

A movie for every year since I was born: It Chapter Two (2019)

#it chapter two #it chapter 2 #it 2019 #richie tozier #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #eddie kaspbrak #stanley uris #tw:suicide #tw:horror #horror #tw:clown #clown #pennywise the dancing clown #pennywise #a movie since i was born meme #movie since i was born meme #beardys gifs #** #long post

[leksa-no-trikru]

My sister was dead and so was I. And most days, I wish I had stayed dead.

#fear street #fear street 1978 #fear street 2 #ziggy berman #cindy berman #ok but I cried #tw:horror #tw:blood #tw:death #my edit

[carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich]

Medusa 👀🐍

Fantasy creature ask game

Okay so I know in Greek mythology gorgons are meant to be female but as soon as I saw this ask, I was struck with an idea for a gorgon!Kanato x Reader fic (and you can sort of tell how into it I got by how long the summary is OTL).

Fic summary:

The forest next to your village is said to be cursed. The tales that have been handed down through generations are vague with none of the details ever quite matching up. Some say the forest is home to a monster, a creature that kills anyone who dares to pass too close to its home, while others say the land itself is cursed and any who wander between the trees for too long find will themselves unable to leave.

It is unfortunate then, that this same forest is the only place where a particularly rare but potent herb grows. The herb you’ve been told is the only thing that can alleviate your ailing mother’s symptoms, should you be able to find anyone brave enough to enter the forest to retrieve it. But the people of your village have grown up with the same stories as you, and no one is willing to risk their own neck for the few silver coins you can offer as reward.

So you sit by your mother’s bedside, watch as the life slowly drains from her until you can stand it no more, donning your cloak and leaving her with a kiss goodbye before you venture out to the forest.

The place does not seem cursed as you take the first few steps inside, not with the sun filtering through the green leaves overhead and the birdsong coming from all around. It is not until you’ve almost made it to the centre, where the fabled herb is supposed to be, that you encounter something that makes you pause.

A remarkably detailed statue of a young woman stands before you, moss crawling over her stone feet. Whoever took the time to carve her left no signature that you can see, although that doesn’t trouble you nearly as much as her expression—eyes wide with fear and mouth open to let out a scream that no one will ever hear.

Were it not for thoughts of your mother on her deathbed, it might be enough to send you running back home. Instead you pick up your pace, your well-worn boots quickly bounding over the uneven ground.

You encounter more statues as you go, each one as intricate as the first, and all with horror forever captured on their features. It’s difficult to ignore them, but that’s all you can do as you search the ground for the herb, begging whoever will listen that you will find it and be able to leave this place and it’s strange, unnerving sculptures.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you see one of them move.

You scream, backing into a nearby tree while you watch in horror as the statue turns towards you and—

It’s not a statue, you realise when the figure speaks to you, complaining about the volume of your scream and asking what it is you’re doing here. Their build is slight and their voice is youthful but their speech is a little too formal to belong to a child. The hooded grey robe you had mistaken for stone covers most of them, save the unhealthily pale skin of the lower half of their face.

You apologise, tell them they startled you and explain why you have come to the forest before asking the figure why they themselves have risked venturing here.

The figure does not answer your question, instead they tell you they have seen some of the herb you’re looking for, and will lead you to it if you like. You accept immediately, thanking them profusely as they start to weave between the trees with you hurrying after them.

As you travel deeper into the wood, the stranger asks you about your mother, about how dearly you must care for her to risk the wood. Very dearly, you tell them, you would do anything if it would make her well.

They pause briefly at this, before saying that if your love for your mother is as deep as you say, surely you must be willing to grant the person who allowed you to save her a favour. Of course, you reply, as the figure stops in front a large tree, a small cluster of plants you recognise from the thick tome that lives in the local apothecary before its trunk; frond-shaped, dark purple leaves stretching out from pale green stems.

You crouch before them and pluck a handful of the herb, carefully placing it into a small leather pouch at your hip before turning to the figure and thanking them.

They tell you there is no meaning in empty thank yous, that if you’re truly grateful then you should stick to your word and do as they ask.

You will, you tell them quickly, so incredibly thankful for their help that you will do anything.

Anything? They repeat, their thin, pale lips curling into a smile. It is not a nice smile, but you are too distracted by the thought of saving your mother to notice.

Very well, they tell you, what they would like is simply for you to lift their hood.

A little confused but grateful they have not asked you to complete some grant quest, you step towards them and do as they ask, lifting the heavy fabric that obscures their face.

The person before you is a boy, you realise, one with pretty features and eyes the colour of wisteria. And his hair—

One of the snake heads rising from his head brushes over your outstretched hand and you recoil with a shriek. It is too late though, and you can do nothing as you watch the tips of your fingers turn grey, the petrification racing across your body before you can even close your mouth.

If asked only a day ago, you would have thought those who were unlucky enough to look upon a gorgon perished in the same instant, but as you stand there, still entirely conscious as you stare at the boy in front of you with eyes that can no longer blink, you realise the horrible truth.

You cannot feel the hands he lays upon your cheeks, nor his breath ghosting over you, but you can hear him as he tells you that you can truly show your gratitude by staying with him like this.

Forever.

#Thank you for the ask! #I hope the format is clear enough ;-; #I wrote this while listening to Scaramouche's boss battle music lol #Sakamaki Kanato #Sakamaki Kanato x reader #tw: illness #please do not expect the other asks I got for this to be as long I will not cope #tw:horror #diabolik lovers #my writing #drabble

[pyro-thon]

Had a very weird nightmare last night about a skinny thing trying to eat me and a bunch of other people.

It did end up eating me, kept my alive while it sucked everything off me until I was just a head and a spine. Does anyone have dreams where you can also feel pain in them?

I forget what it looked like but I tried to recreate it the best i could. I think it had more arms and an extra head but I can’t remember.

#my art #dream shit #tw: demon related #tw:horror

[theydoesart]

Day 1/31!!!

#art #artists on tumblr #cartoon #cartoons #cartoon art #sketch #theydoesart #ink #artists #my art #my artwork #ink art #inktober #inktober day 1 #gargoyle #tw:horror #tw: nudity #tw: horror

[sirenum]

HOW THE CRIMSION color flowed down the sharpened claws another successful hunt... and the ENTITY was APPEASED ... she loved it when she could hear its cryptic praises. it made her feel just a certain way... it made her feel almost a sense of happiness

But that is when another summoning was made.. another game was about to commence oh how she wondered what pathetic people she would run into this time around.

Slowly putting her mask back on she grinned and started to stalk her way into the field and started chasing down others killing them with a quick and easy stab... but she was getting bored , her Talons were drenched in BLOOD and yet she didn't feel HAPPY.. she wanted to feel HAPPY

And that is when she noticed @batspiin ... this was the last survivor that she needed to get the last person to kill.. the last one she was going to rip apart just to appease her ENITITY

"OH little mouse come here.. you know all your little friends are dead and gone... they are hangin' about with their organs dropping out of them and yet you still run...why? Why do you choose to fight the inevitable "

The woman was mocking him slightly as she carelessly swayed her body side to side. Almost as if she were getting a sick HIGH from killing these people . Almost like she was enjoying them suffering!

And truth be told she was, she loved the suffering of others it made her feel so complete and so happy. And to see their blood dawning her it just felt phenomenal

" come rabbit....come to me...actually...maybe if you give me a good enough case I can talk to my GOD to make you into something like me! Ohhh you could be my pet ♡ "

#˖⟢ Siren ❮ᴵᶰ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ❯ ━━ ❝ ᴵ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ʷʰᵒ ᴵ ᵃᵐ #˖⟢ ❮ v3 ❯ ━━ ❝ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵎ #Tw: Gore #Tw:Horror #tw: injury #Tw:blood mention #Tw:Murder

[drawn-corrosion]

Quick Horror Sketch

i don't know what this thing is, but I watched Wendigoon's video on Skinamarink and then this thing came out i intended to draw one of the god characters for a dnd campaign but this popped out instead

probably from a wall

#tw:horror #horror art #sketch #I don't know if this counts as horror but I find it a bit uncomfortable #art #my art #oc tag #black and white #sketch art style

[osatokun]

I'm horribly missing drawing darker scenes So, I'm opening 2 dark halfbody slots! They are 210 usd for up to 2 characters. Clothes and bg can be more complicated. Additional characters can be added for + 60 usd. I will gladly draw gore,blood..err...generally horror themes Will be done in two weeks ! Payment via Hipolink (paypal) or Boosty (card) [email protected] cats can be added for free :3

#also all money will go to cat food med checks and therapy #it sounds funny in the context of horror pics #tw:horror #tw:blood #wod #world of darkness #vtm #vampire the masquerade

[abyssonance]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me what you think about tomie i wanna know your opinion on her I wanna know your opinion on horror tbh especially her

"Oh, the humans making very scary stories from a few decades ago?"

They paused to think. It had been a long time since they had tried peeking at human media. "It is interesting... humans create many terrifying and otherworldly concepts. People enjoying that causes such fear is fascinating. In a safe place to enjoy fear and being afraid is... enlightening. I hope it helps others overcome fears in the long run, or at least know what to do.

"This writing in particular... quite horrifying. I have not seen much but I have heard some humans talk about it. One human so strange, if it was human, I cannot quite recall. Horror has almost no effect on me, being what I am, so I suppose my opinion is quite different. Some concepts I have heard of from these tales I hope remain in fiction. I do not wish to be eager to erode something to nothingness. Though some humans do get wrapped up in such silly things and are affected by the strangest of powers..."

#Abyssal Speech;IC #mun has not read anything junji ito i just know him from memeing #tw:horror content #tagging just in case

[gracehilldraws]

HomeWarming hugging the house ta keep it warm✨

TW:Horror?

I’m not very good at horror yet- (ahem so no head? 💀)

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home puppet show #wally darling #wally darling welcome home #Whoa actually detailed art! #welcome home barnaby #homewarming #welcome home home #welcome home horror project

[scoutswritingcorner]

The TV Made Me Do It

Vox x GN!Reader

TW:HORROR AND DARK FIC!! Talks about murder, hypnosis, alcoholism, mentioned abuse, nothing too detailed. MENTIONS OF SEWERSLIDE. DO NOT READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.

A/N: First time writing for Vox! So please don’t hate me! Also if anyone has any ideas for any horror related fics don’t be afraid to drop them in my  Ask Box, just read my rules first please! Based on the song, ‘The TV made me do it’ By Moon Walker. SOMETHING ON THE SHORT SIDE SORRY- 

Flashing blue and red lights filled your dark house, bringing the bottle to your lips. You took a long sip watching as the TV in front of you flashed with static and loud buzzing as a flash of a light blue grin was burned into its screen. Why wouldn’t he talk to you anymore? Did he get bored?

You didn’t blame him. You got bored too.

The banging on your front door was louder now and the bloodied knife that sat on your lap felt heavier than normal. Your eyes stayed glued to the TV screen as the door was kicked in allowing the bright lights to invade your home. You wanted to forget how you got in this position.

~~

The day you got home from work was a normal one. Normal in the fact that the second you walked through the door you were being yelled at and a bottle was thrown at your head but missed significantly. Then they stormed up the stairs and started to yell at you as you cleaned up the pigsty that was your house, then it had hit you. You were being watched. Was someone else in the house? Was it your imagination?

You looked around once more and found nothing which made you frown, why was your tv on? You turned it off right before you started to clean. You walked over to the couch and grabbed the remote to turn it off but stopped seeing red eyes stare back at you. Was this just a sick prank? Why did it unnerve you? Walking back the eyes followed you unblinking. Then the tv flashed from different shows and channels spelling out the words, ‘turn..around…I’m…behind..you.’ Your heart dropped to your stomach as you watched the tv turn to static before you. You closed your eyes and turned around, only to be met by darkness and an empty wall.

Then..a laugh track sounded, the TV was laughing at you. It was mocking you, ‘Silly…human….such…a…fool.’  Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment as you stared back at the glowing red eyes and the now prominent blue sharp teeth that formed into a smile. 

~~~

It’s been like this for weeks. No sleep, just going to work, getting something thrown at your head or slapped across the face and then staying up at night to watch the tv mock you and your existence. It made you want to cry- you did cry some nights, it was too much. But then the mocking changed as you sat on the couch one night, drinking your spirits away. ‘..stop..drinking….you damn fool.’ You rolled your eyes but put the bottle down onto the coffee table, you wished to close your eyes and sleep forever. “Just leave me the fuck alone. All you’ve done is mock me every night, all night long. What the fuck do you want me to do?!” You yelled out tears collecting in your eyes as you looked down at the carpeted floor. 

‘..pathetic.’  the tv mocked once more causing you to glare at it. “Oh yeah you wise fucker? Tell me what the hell am I supposed to do then?!” You snarled out standing up before going quiet as the phone in your kitchen rang, you sent one more glare towards the TV which was playing some old cowboy movie. Storming into the kitchen you grabbed the phone putting it to your ear.

“You’re losing yourself, Human..”  The voice was rough but was so cheery that it reminded you of a celebrity. You could definitely hear the smirk plastered on the person's face or..was it a person? “Who is this?” You asked quietly, hearing footsteps upstairs, “..You’ve been talking to me through the tv for weeks…I think you should know by now.” The voice responded before chuckling as the footsteps ceased, “Such a sad sack of shit the world has become huh? Don’t you wish you could do something about it?” You paled at the words, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“I don’t? Please I’ve watched your ass sit on that couch drinking away your sorrows and sobbing out after every little fight. Telling me how you wish you could just fucking end that piece of shits life.” The voice on the other line called out and you sighed, staying silent. “I say do it. Kill the bastard.”  That caught you off guard, “Wait no- I can’t-” You hissed, “You can. You just have to throw away your morals.” You look behind you and then out of the kitchen windows, the night looked so inviting the voice was right. You could do it but then what? You’d have to be on the run forever. Right?

“What do I do after?” You asked your hands clutching the phone like it was a life line. “Be on the run forever?” There was a soft chuckle from the other end of the line. “That’s up to you..but..if you decide to just..end it..I’ll be down here waiting for you. Besides..I always needed a co host.” Was..Was this mysterious voice flirting with you? Co-Host? Down there? What the fuck was it talking about??

“Down where exactly?” You asked, glancing at the knife drawer and there was a loud laugh from the other end of the line. “Oh you’ll find out shortly..just think about it. Remember..I’m watching.” Then at that the line went dead and you groaned, that didn’t answer any of your fucking questions.

~~~

It was only a day later when you were staring into the dead eyes of your abuser, knife sticking out of their chest and a bruise forming on their neck. Your body covered in blood as you tore the knife out, slowly making your way downstairs and to the tv that was showing static, your tv friend had left. Your phone sat on the couch, screen showing texts from your closest friends. The friends that mocked you, told you that you were off your fucking rocker. ‘The tv can’t make you do anything.’

You walked to the kitchen to grab your favorite bottle of your poison, the phone rang once..twice..three times before it stopped and you made your way back to the couch. “I did it. If you care.” You called out to the tv, “Don’t think you do. You got what you wanted, no?” You brushed a bloodied hand through your hair and groaned, “Of course you don’t..you never did. I was a fool to think that you did.” You called out taking a sip from the bottle, sirens and bright lights flashing outside.

Looks like you were finally caught. “You’re a fucking bastard.” You hissed out, playing with the knife laying on your lap.

But he did care. He cared too much and he wanted you to be next to him so badly. He’d just have to wait a little longer.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine #gn reader #hazbin hotel vox #vox #hazbin vox #vox x reader #vox the tv demon #vox x you #vox x y/n

[c0smiccl0wn]

tw:horror(?)

whahpper

@chocolateseeds, @glitzybunny, and @lawdddhavemercyy, i drew an actual thing for your au. don’t ask me why

i’m also tagging the whopper ringmaster, @just-a-drawing-bean

(timelapse under the cut)

#i didn’t add hands bc i didn’t wanna draw ‘em #whopper #hate it #but also love it #sun fnaf #fnaf sb

[rr-sheep]

Fancy Meat .exe -[fnf/dnb David Creepypasta]- it's not perfect btw

·-TW:Horror/Freezing-·

One day when David was board he desided he wanted to go to Dave's house to troll, prank, or to find secret's for his own enjoyment, but when he went into the basement to see what he can find, he opened the freezer and seen half eatin bodies hanged on hooks, David was horrified and in shock ,unable to move, but dave was right behind him...he knew too much, Dave had no choice but to push him in the freezer, David begged and begged .......there was nothing but silince, he froze and starved after several days relizeing no one will come to save him....and was eatin by Dave to keep the secret hiddin....Davs feels guilty and forever hunted.

#my art shit #creepypasta #my artwork #fnf dave and bambi #body horror? #my art #fanart #fnf #fnf fanart #my artwrok #dave and bambi #david fnf #david dnb #fnf david #dnb david #fnf dnb #dnb #dnb fnf #dave and bambi fnf #creepypasta stories #story #horror short #horror art #dave and bambi david #golden apple fnf #golden apple edition

[theydoesart]

12/31

#art #artists on tumblr #cartoon art #cartoon #theydoesart #my art #ink #inktober #inktober 2022 #inktober day 12 #forget #tw:horror

[defnotafurry123]

TW:HORROR/ANALOG HORROR,New Mr.Kitty design I love this design way to much <3

#analog horror #analog horror oc #mr. kitty #horror #ibs paint x