#|Trigger|Suggestive|

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@kitxkatrp asked: ❛  why don’t you come a little closer?  ❜ Mori to Dianne 🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

"O-oh?... Yes, of course." They were in the apartment, so it wasn't as if anyone would be able to catch them doing this... And Elise was sleeping, too. She moved up close to the other, a small smile on her face. She had no idea what he was possibly planning, but she could feel the tension in the room once she was close...

Please tell her he didn't actually get anything in regards to the kinks he found out about before--

The thought made a slight fluster form on her face in the realization of the possibility. "Wh-what do you need, Mori?..."

[mynnthia]

was talking with a friend about how some of dunmeshi fаndom misunderstands kabru's initial feelings towards laios.

to sum up kabru's situation via a self-contained modernized metaphor:

kabru is like a guy who lost his entire family in a highly traumatic car accident. years later he joins a discord server and takes note of laios, another server member who seems interesting, so they start chatting. then laios reveals his special interest and favorite movie of all time is David Cronenberg's Crash (1996), and invites kabru to go watch a demolition derby with him

[saturnsocoolioyep]

In the same vein as "I've been taking my medication for long enough that I haven't experienced any symptoms in a while, I must not need to take it anymore! (Spoiler alert: the meds are why you haven't had symptoms)" I present to you a similarly clownish thought process- "I haven't experienced that trigger in a long time, maybe I was just exaggerating how bad it was and it'll be fine to engage with this! (Spoiler alert: take a fucking guess babes)"

[edgy-senju]

I'm afraid I have no excuses for this one gang, enjoy the meal

[hypno-gears]

I love when characters get that wide-eyed, surprised expression right before their hypnotic trigger activates, as if it caught them off-guard.

Like, say a character was hypnotized to fall asleep whenever he hears a finger snap. One day, he's minding his own business, when someone snaps. His eyes widen before he falls unconscious, as if his brain is saying: "Oh, right! The trigger!"

That face could represent so many thoughts.

Maybe they're thinking: "Wait, I'm hypnotized, aren't I?" Or "Whoa! Why do I suddenly feel so strange?" Or maybe it's just a surge of obedience flooding their brain, and their eyes widen because they just entered trance.

Literally any option is hot. Good stuff.

[shadowkira]

[yandere--stuck]

AaaaaAAA I was so happy to see you already had a gore fic for Bill in the works! I have reread it like. 5 times. Your writing scratches my gore itch perfectly, and I just adore fics the intestinal stuff especially <33 and his mentions of your heart also… the romance!! I was inspired by what you wrote, I hope you enjoy it once again :D! (also im doing great, hope ur doing well too :D!!) - zagreus gore anon

Notes for anyone else: This contains gore!! So much gore!! Body horror— It’s Bill’s love language!! (intestinal trauma, mouth trauma, eye trauma…. Honestly ‘you’ here are violated in like every way possible.) No sexual content, but it’s suggestive to me. Bill Cipher is a Weirdo.

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You never quite get used to the pain. You wish you did.

In your memories, the sensation is dulled. You know it was painful, you know it was one of the most horrible sensations of your life, but the full extent of it… You can’t remember. Your brain must be protecting you from it. Every act of Bill’s love would constitute life-long trauma for anyone else, yet you live through another session of it day by day. No. Scratch that. They wouldn’t be alive to recall it. They wouldn’t make it half as far as you. For you, no such easy, simple fate can ever be attainable. The weirdness of his new world has conquered Death itself.

Bill had cradled his intestines in your arms, laughing as they helplessly twitched and writhed against his body, cooing at them as you howled in pain. “Aww, are you excited to see papa?” He’d said, and only the strangeness of it had kept you from repressing it. He talked to your guts as if they were puppies, as if blood smeared across his bricks were innocent licks against his skin instead. Another time, he’d wrapped your guts around his triangular body, and called it the ‘world’s most intimate hug’ as he whispered sweet nothings about how much he looooves you, and also the health of your gut bacteria. Somehow, he always outdoes himself.

Bill had dug even deeper, crumbling your ribs to smithereens in his hands, and held your still-beating heart in his palms as an object of reverence. “All mine, all mine…” He’d muttered to himself, his pupil momentarily expanding to a large, inky abyss. The pain had been so intense that you’d slipped into shock. A bad habit of yours, as Bill called it, would be your tendency to slip into memories of the past to escape the present. When you should be focusing on him.

That time, he’d jolted you back to reality by fire-hot pain slashing through your heart. All the time, it continued pumping, spurting blood in Bill’s direction with every pump. His powers were the only thing keeping you alive. When, once, blood sprayed right into his eye and he was forced to take a break, you smiled for just a moment. A lopsided, crooked grin. He’d used a mirror to show you his handiwork. In the outer flesh of your heart, he’d burned a little triangle. He’d already healed the skin. The lighter pink scarring stood out against the rest of your heart. Marked forever. Though he’s usually so talkative, at that moment, he’d been quiet for just a few seconds.

Then, he’d laughed, breaking all tension. “Wow, it sure smells like barbecue in here!”

On another occasion, he had hummed a little tune to himself, comically large saw in hand, as he cut off your limbs one by one. You could never forget the sound as the teeth sawed through your bones, bit by bit. Tearing through muscle. The clunk of your arm hitting the floor. Your leg. Rinse and repeat. You swore you could still feel your arms and legs, once you lost enough blood and your vision went hazy. Bill had hugged you against his smaller form. (He could change his body’s size, technically. But he always preferred appearing just as he was to you.)

“Without all those gangly, long limbs of yours, we can really cuddle now!” The next day, all of your limbs had regrown.

He’d cradled your face with one hand, and kept your mouth open with his other wrist. You could see nothing except for that giant eye of his as he pried your teeth out of your mouth, one by one. The taste of blood filled your mouth. He’d tug and tug and tug, not nearly using enough strength, and being entirely aware of it, until finally yanking it out once and for all. (Until it regrew, that is.) Under your gaze, he took your teeth one by one, drilled a little hole in them and strung them together on a necklace.

“Hmmmm,” he’d hummed to himself, a long, drawn-out noise. “I feel like it’s missing something. What do you think?” Before you could answer, not that you had any desire to, he snapped his fingers. “Oh! I know! For a sign of our undying love for each other, it’s a little plain with just teeth!”

In the next moment, Bill had taken out one of your eyes. You cannot comprehend how such a, relatively, small part of your face could hurt so unimaginably much. You wanted him to drape his guts all over himself again. You’re sure a point-blank gunshot to the head would’ve hurt less. Been less discomforting. His fingers had shrunk into paper-thin appendages and slipped past your eyeball, digging and cutting away at the nerves behind it. You cried tears of blood. If there was anything in your stomach, you might have thrown up.

Then, all at once, pain had blossomed into pure, mind-numbing pleasure. Compared to the pain, this is what you would like to forget the most. You’d gurgled out a moan through the spit gathered at the back of your throat. Your limbs had twitched helplessly against your restraints. When your optic nerve finally snapped, you’d whined as Bill took your eye out, exclaiming “Pop!” as he did so. For just a moment, he’d juggled your detached eyeballs in his hands, having left you panting.

“Yes, now this’ll make a good centerpiece!”

Pain had become just pain once again as soon as his touch left you. There is nothing good about a gaping, throbbing hole left in your face. You whine, sniffle softly, to get his attention. You hardly ever speak out loud anymore. Bill can read your every thought and is aware of your every idea. When speaking takes up more energy than it saves, why should you? In that moment, you had lacked the energy to think about it, your body desperately trying to recover itself.

Right now, you wonder why he’d make it feel good. Why, this one time. You don’t immediately get a response. Bill just laughs and laughs and laughs, running his fingers across the teeth of his necklace, poking the eyeball in the very middle. In your eye-socket, an exact replica of it has re-formed itself.

“You’re so funny! Why do you think I did anything at all? That was all you, baby!” His pupil transforms into a heart. It’s a blink-or-you-miss it transformation, and as soon as it happened, you think you’ve made it up. “I told you that you’d come around to it! Maybe we can even share in a little bit of pain next time, huh?”

You haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since, both his words and how mind-numbingly good it had felt. Maybe he’d simply lied to you, maybe it’d all been his doing. That would be the best outcome, right?… With time, you know Bill will ‘show you his love’ again— He always does. But this time, you await it with fear, largely fear, but with a little anticipation, too. There’s no need to tell him. He already knows.

ANON I AM BARKING LIKE A DOG!!!!!!!! BARKBARKBARKBARK THIS IS AMAZING!!!!! God, your descriptive voice is so good, it's so vivid!!!! Bill tricking reader into thinking they like it and them believing it...... Yummy yummy corruption in my tummy <3

Thank you so much for this, I can only hope what I write holds a candle to this!!! You never disappoint raaghh.

Bill draping your guts around as the world's most intimate hug. GOD. Also it's so fashionable! Gut scarf, teeth and eyeball necklace, literally wearing pants of your body to shoe his love and claim of you. Aaaa I'm kicking my feet!!

Thank you so much again holy smokes

[neo--queen--serenity]

Ah yes, Trigger, a completely normal and hetero way to animate this scene. 👀

[training-trio-irl]

Hi! I would love to see Sakura in your style!!! Thank you so much!

RAHHHH IM FINALLY GETTING TO THESE (I have time now)

Here is the girl of all time, featuring a pretty dress I found on Pinterest vis searching “cool dress”

I should draw thh characters more, I love my creatures

[howlsofbloodhounds]

need more killer smut/nsfw that actually turns out to be killer angst because oh fuck he’s dissociating or oh fuck triggered stage switch or something like that

[birdsong-warriors]

The claws are here! Plus some friends. uwu

Some random trivia: BloodClan uses hot tar to seal the talons onto their paws. Sunflower here is carrying an old rag soaked in vegetable oil, which breaks down the excess tar and keeps the medical damage to a minimum.

Firefall belongs to @zeekitties , and Sunflower belongs to @talkingtalltales !

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@kitxkatrp asked: [breath] - Receiver feels sender's hot breath along their neck. (Chuuya and Maika) seggsual tension! pt. 2

"C-careful now, there isn't a need to be so close." She teased, chuckling a tad in amusement. Maika did enjoy messing with him sometimes, after all. The girl moved back against him, making their bodies flush to one another. "Or could it be. . . That you have other plans, even in a place like this?"

She knew full well that this was likely to fluster the poor guy, but she couldn't help herself. Soon, a giggle emitted from her, even with the small flush on her face. "Hehe~ You're such a silly little Chuuya, aren't you?"

[akikikis]

I forgor I was gonna show my inccubus Taka design

[circadianrhythmofthekiller]

Perhaps on of the false BB’s we see throughout the games, like the moral art BBs or one of the BB killer cosplayers.

day 33 - if you meet bb in the road…. you’re DEAD

[luclfrog]

Hoshikaf art dump part TWO !!!

I accidentally deleted the canvas and this drawing along with it 😭 all I have left is this shitty low res screenshot so I'm hiding it

[fanaroff]

DP Oneshot: He’s Death

“I’m sorry.”

Danny was confused. He stared at… he didn’t know who this was actually. Was he even actually staring?

“I’m sorry.” What did they have to be sorry for?

He could feel that he was confused. And unsure. But everything else was kind of… away? No. Disjointed? No that’s still not it.

“Disconnected.” Ah yes, that was it. Thank you. What were they sorry for again?

“You’ve died.”

Died? Died. Dead? He’s dead?

“No. You’re Death.”

That… didn’t make sense. He’s dead? He’s… death? Did this being have a stutter? Did they mean deaf? He’s not deaf. He’s hearing them perfectly well.

“I’m tired.”

He was tired too. Couldn’t he close his eyes and sleep? He didn’t sleep well the night before. A mix of trepidation and excitement. His parents had a new invention, see? And—

A hand was grasping his wrist, pulling him closer. There were eyes. Eyes bright— bright—too bright green—it hurts

—

“I’m sorry.” That was himself. The words coming out of his own mouth before he even thought about it. Tucker and Sam stilled at his side. He could feel the confusion coming off of them. He felt a lot of emotions these days, a lot of them not his own.

They couldn’t see her. She had a trans flag pin and a she/her pronouns pin on her bag. She was confused too. Staring at him with wide eyes. Green like his

“I’m sorry.” He said again and held a hand out. “You’re dead.”

He could feel the panic like static coming from his friends, but the girl (she was young, hair barely to her shoulders in its first long growth, he could feel the dysphoria she went through and the struggles to just be accepted—) calmed. Her shoulders lowered from where they’d risen. She felt relieved. He could feel it flowing between the two of them. The relief he craved so much himself, but would never have. He was so tired

Sam and Tucker were barely at the back of his mind as he focused on the girl. Anastasia, she’d chosen. The name now scorched onto her soul. Confusion— quietness— unsure— hope?

“Yes.” He replied. He didn’t move a muscle, eyes looking straight into hers. She stepped forward and took his hand. All it took was a single tug for her to pass through the barrier and she went from shade to entity. In a moment, her humanity bled into green and she took the form she was meant to as a ghost. A lovely young woman looking and feeling the way she wanted. Vines grew from her wrists and sprouted gentle looking flowers.

Happiness!!— hope— thanks— appreciation— rest—- relief— acceptance—!

In a moment, she hugged herself and started to fade. Her Obsession fulfilled just like that.

Danny closed his hand and let it drop to his side. He was glad for her. Abruptly turning, he stuck one hand in his pocket and curled the one she’d taken around the strap of his backpack.

Sam and Tucker stumbled after him. They asked questions he didn’t answer. Questions he couldn’t. They may come to their own conclusions.

How does one tell their friends that one day you will reap their souls? After all, he was Death.