#A 1000 Tomorrows

[gi5elle]

beomgyu - forty one winks

[obsob]

hmm anyway. holds u in my arms

[saytrrose]

Bring it on Episode 3

[housederiva]

Out of all the things that came from the release of Veilguard an overwhelming obsession with Viago de Riva was something I wasn’t expecting but I’m not complaining about it

[angelyuji]

seafood, see food!

happy halloween and also happy last day of kinktober!!

eddie brock x venom x f!reader

tw // she/her pronouns used, kidnapping, implied noncon, monster/creature-in-the-woods symbrock, yandere content ahead

minors dni!!! 18+!!!!!

you had started your hike an hour ago, excited to see the waterfall your friends had been raving about. however, after following the wrong path for an hour, you ended up stranded with no cell phone connection, no food, and no person in sight. you turned the map once more, looking for rest station, “maybe i was holding it wrong…” you mumble, head aching as the map only got more confusing. you take a breath and fold the map back up, continuing to follow the path. you walk into the forest for another 5 minutes when you hear a branch break. you stop, straining your ears to listen. your heart pounds as you notice the trees shake one-by-one before stopping at a tree behind you. you hear an animalistic growl from above and you take off, sprinting down the path, veering off to lose the animal. the voice in your head screams at you to run faster as the growls get closer. you can feel tears dripping down your face, blurring your vision. you try to wipe your face when you slam into a large warm chest. you scream as you fall back, spraining your ankle on the way down.

“oh god, i-i’m so sorry.” a hand reaches out to help you up. you look up at the man, taking in his half-naked appearance. chiseled jaw, tattoos down his arms and chest, and a rough beard. he looked exhausted, anxious, and soaked. “you alright?�� his voice was soft, as he grasps your elbow to help you up.

you try to stand but pain shoots up your ankle, you hold onto his bicep, “s-something’s trying to k-kill me.” you sob and the man keeps you steady with an arm falling around your waist.

“woah, woah, what’s trying to kill you?” he looks around. you try to point behind you and he looks around. “i don’t see anything… but let’s find some shelter just in case.” he gives you a small smile and you nod, sniffling. the two of you start walking and after a couple minutes of silence, he speaks, “eddie.” he looks at you, “m-my name. it’s eddie.”

you manage a small smile as you limp, “(y/n).” he opens his mouth to respond when you feel a drop of water fall onto your cheek. eddie wipes it away, but you start to feel more fall. “shit” you look around, hoping to see some kind of shelter, and spot a cave in the distance. “eddie, over there.” you point towards the cave. he nods and picks you up. you let out a startled noise as eddie sprints, trying to get out of the rain as fast as he could. the two of you duck into the cave and he settles you onto a relatively flat rock.

“you okay, sweetheart?” eddie kneels down to look at your face, you feel your face warm at the nickname and you nod. he sighs in relief, “good…” he looks out at the pouring rain, “we’ll have to wait for the rain to stop.”

you look out, lips pursing in annoyance, “yeah…” you sit back against the wall of the cave, the exhaustion catching up to you.

“you should sleep. i’ll- uh- wake you up when the rain stops.” he gives you a reassuring smile and you barely got out a thank you before you dozed off.

“she’s perfect”

“no.”

“eddie, i am hungry. you have been starving me for days.”

“she- i like her. you-you can’t eat her.” … “i’ll let you eat the next person we see, i swear. just… not her.”

“fine. i won’t eat her.”

“thank y-”

“however, i am still hungry. so what will you allow me to do?” you peek an eye open as you watch eddie whisper to himself, you hear him continue to argue to the air before huffing and relenting.

“fine. just… make it quick. the rain looks like it’ll stop soon.” he turns and you quickly shut your eyes tight.

‘keep your breathing even, (y/n). don’t let the crazy stranger you basically followed into a cave know you’re awake.’ you start to feel yourself panic at the realization. the rain continued to steadily pour outside.

“you awake, sweetheart?” eddie’s smooth voice crawls into your ear and you feel a hand on your thigh, your breath hitched at the feeling.

‘shit.’ you open your eyes slowly, pretending to just wake. you fake a yawn, testing your ankle as you stretch, “h-has the rain stopped?” you try to smile, wincing in pain.

eddie sits back onto his heels, putting your hurt foot onto his thigh. “no, the rain doesn’t seem like it’ll stop for a while…” he looks at you, eyes filled with worry. you try to pull back, but he grips your calf. “ankle still hurts?”

“y-yeah, but it’s fine. i think i can walk now.” you try to move, but eddie keeps his hold firm.

“no, it’s not safe.” he shakes his head. he starts to massage your ankle and you feel tears start to fall. he looks at you, worried. “hey, hey! it’s fine, just go back to sleep. i’ll wake you up when-”

“NO.” you start to hyperventilate, using your other leg to shove eddie off by the shoulder. he falls onto his butt in surprise. “i want to leave. now. i am going to leave now and-and you can’t stop me.” you grip the wall, pulling yourself up. eddie’s face wilts, hurt painting his face.

“i know you’re scared. i’m sorry.” he stands up, turning away from you to face the entrance. “i really would’ve rather done this when you were asleep.”

“done- done what?” you carefully move along the wall, keeping your distance. you pause as you see black tar start to envelop him. “what the fuck…” you watch as the black goo completely encases him, your head tilts up as the creature towers over you.

“hello, pretty.” it turns to look at you, giving you a sharp toothy grin. “our dear eddie was keeping you all to himself…” he stalks towards you, you limp back. “but at the end of the day, there is nothing eddie loves more than to share… with me.” he leans forward and you cower.

“p-please don’t. p-please don’t k-kill me.” a sob rips out of you as the creature opens his mouth. it barks out a loud laugh.

“i will not kill you.” his tongue stretches out to lick up your face, tasting your tears and leaving behind saliva. you shiver at the feeling. it grins as it’s face opens up. you watch eddie’s eyes shine with glee, “we am going to make you feel very, very, very good.”

[bruhstation]

man who enjoys every single second he's dedicated to hating to the point it pisses everyone except him off

[wolfythewitch]

Sketches for today + redraws! (60/100)

[kazumahashimoto]

lui shirosagi for the soul

[pigglepiephi]

Not another one??? 👀🧛🩸

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[bleue-flora]

[pharawee]

"You guys go ahead. I'm sleeping."

[nikolas-ghostbusters-fixation]

Something I've been thinking a lot about lately is how everyone thought Egon had gone insane. What Happened that made them think that. They've fought a gigantic Stay Puft Marshmellow Man TWICE (counting the 2009 video game because iirc it's canon? Correct me if I'm wrong), fought an interdimensional god, fought a blood thirsty ruler that killed thousands and was hated by all that was trapped in a painting (and managed to get in to beat him by making THE STATUE OF LIBERTY start walking down the street with slime that reacted purely based on vibes), found an underground abandoned transit system full of the moodslime, had a bathtub try to eat Dana and her baby, fought a giant murderous black widow lady, fought the fisherman ghost who turned an entire hotel floor into the bottom of a ocean, and that's not even mentioning them getting trapped on an island that randomly raised up from underwater that had been abandoned for decades created by Ivor Shandor who worshipped Gozer. So what did he do or say that made everyone else think he'd gone insane?? All I can think is maybe he was acting strange / eratic before, but he's always been like that to some degree.

I don't know. It's something that I've been thinking about. The correct answer is 'it's not that deep and they needed a reason that the others weren't together anymore and weren't aware of Egons death or know what was going on,' but also. What Was He Saying that prompted everyone, including Ray, to think he lost his mind when he'd been right almost every time before that.

I'm genuinely so curious as to what he was up to before this. What was he doing. What insane idea was working on prior to this or was he even working on anything at all??

Also want to clarify this post isn't negative 😭 I really love the newer movies and their lore / the newer storyline / characters, I just like thinking about small stupid things like this. Gives me something to think about / speculate about / figure out an answer to.

[alexanderpearce]

can i say something. i am just finishing my last ever assignment of my five year undergrad (yeah yeah we get it) and i feel like ozymandias king of kings doing this shit my fingers are on fire on my keyboard my wordplay and language are brilliant and fun this low HD is in the bag i feel like fucking coming

[b0amagination]

Tastes of Whumptober: Day 4

Content Warnings: Mild gore (descriptions of blood), Needles (into a port, not hypodermic), IV port, Lab whump. All under the cut out of caution!

Sensory Deprivation

The sedative wore off at the same time it always did and they groaned, wishing just for once to curl up and go back to sleep. They had five minutes, or ten if they were lucky… but being found still asleep was never worth it. Old and new wounds complained against the arduous process of standing up and feeling for the door.

Sure enough, the fluorescent lights buzzed to life overhead just as they exited the attached bathroom. 

“Good morning, dear.” Their captor greeted, gesturing to the chair. Of course, always straight to business with him. But they wavered.

The chair wouldn’t have stood out to an outsider as anything other than a black leather armchair. Sure, it was the only dark item in the starkly clinical room, but that only made it all the more inviting if you didn’t know its use.

“You should take a day off. You’re practically married to your work,” they tried.

“You’re my work, and I don’t think either of us want that,” he shot back, removing four vials from his shoulder bag and setting each neatly on the tray. 

The chair. The tray. They were all laughably foreboding. Laughter never eased the fear.

“That’s new.” They knew the first three. Nutrition supplement, immune support, and hydration supplement. Administered every day like clockwork. Days with any more were days to be feared, but they’d started to recognize which drug was which. This was definitely new.

“Yes. Take your seat.” 

Always the same goddamn phrase to warn them they were going too far. 

“Ring a bell and I’ll probably start slobbering,” they muttered, perching on the edge of the chair. He hummed, unwrapping a needle and drawing out the nutrition supplement.

“Thank Pavlov for lessening that network of scars on your body.” His smile was pleasant as always. In another life where he wasn’t so sick and twisted he was probably a medical provider. 

He moved the neck of their shirt aside to access their IV port and inject the liquid, doing the same practiced motions two more times before their hand shot up to cover the port. Disappointed eyes fell upon them.

“Never without some kind of struggle, are you?” 

“I just want to know what it is before you do it.”

“You’ll like it. Now move.”

He pried their fingers apart wide enough to push the needle in and depress the plunger. Then he stood back and grabbed his clipboard, probably noting some bullshit about volumes and concentrations, and clicked a stopwatch.

“Tell me when your back stops hurting,” he instructed, and their eyes widened.

“You gave me painkillers? Seriously?” Somehow, they were more nervous than before.

“Something like that.”

When he wanted serious data he didn’t speak much. So silence filled the room until their pain actually reacted as he said. Not only did the sharp pain on their back fade, but so did the aches of months past.

“Holy shit. What did you give me?” They felt like a brand new person. It was… terrifying.

“Your new favorite thing,” he said, and they couldn’t exactly deny it. He finished writing and made his way back over. “Alright. Now for the real test.”

They couldn’t help the way their body clenched up when he stood over them. Or the way they trembled when he opened the zipper pocket and pulled out his knife. 

“I thought this was a scientific procedure. Where’s your scalpel?” A risky quip. They didn’t want to see that goddamn scalpel ever again.

“Scientific, not surgical. Calm down or I’ll need to start you on high blood pressure medication too.”

He tapped the arm of the chair and they obediently set their arm there, wary of his every movement as he flipped the underside up.

“If you struggle, I’ll strap you to the table instead.”

That was checkmate and he knew it. A timid nod accepted defeat.

The knife started just below their elbow, pressed in, and pulled ever so slowly down to their wrist. Eyes squeezed shut and teeth grit, preparing for the familiar sting, but…

They looked down. The cut was already bleeding, dripping down their arm, wetting slick leather. But all they’d felt was a mild pressure.

Their captor was looking on just as intensely, studying their reaction.

“Nothing?”

“Nothing,” they breathed. No pain. “Nothing whatsoever.”

He drew another line, parallel, and even as more blood wept, their eyes were strangely dry.

“Good. Let’s kick this up a notch.”

They opened their mouth to protest but a hand already fisted in their collar, pulling them up and pushing them against the wall. Their vision blurred when their head knocked off the wall, but the explosion of hurt didn’t precede it. 

“H-how do you know you didn’t just concuss me?” The longer this went on, the worse it felt. 

“I suppose I don’t. Not until I check you.”

“You can’t do that! You need to know how hurt I am, you need to know when to stop-!” A backhand flew across their face, snapping it to the side, and they whimpered. The hit had hardly felt like a brief touch, but its humiliation stung nonetheless.

“I know your limits. Do you think you’d feel a stab wound?” His question made them freeze, tears preemptively flooding their eyes.

“No- please don’t. Please. I’ll lose too much blood, you could hit something vital, please!” 

"Do you think my anatomical studies were for nothing?"

Pressure. Pressing harder and harder against their shirt, their abdomen, and then a horrific, slick coolness. It fell back and exposed a rushing warmth, blood staining white fabric, broken skin peeking through the new hole. God. They felt faint.

They fell to their knees and heard footsteps, probably wanting to test whether or not they were faking it.

“It doesn’t hurt,” they cried. “I just- the blood- I need to stem the bleeding.” That was true. Their hands clamped over the stab wound, trying to stop it. The shoes paused next to them in thought, then continued back toward the chair. Just moments later they heard his bag rustling and each vial clinking as it was set inside.

At least he was done for the day. Probably sad he didn’t get to make them scream.

He picked up the bag and his steps resumed, kicking something that skittered to a stop at their feet.

“Page me once it starts to wear off.”

Fuck.

[constellarcreator]

SO I FOUND MY HOLY GRAIL PLUSH FOR A REASONABLE PRICE. UM. CHAT IS THIS REAL.

[residentialsinyomakai]

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