#Cripte

[divulgatoriseriali]

Vampiri e la notte eterna: Un viaggio nel loro mondo

Nel cuore delle tenebre vampiriche si cela una storia intricata. Partendo dalle origini millenarie delle leggende, questo viaggio ci conduce attraverso le pieghe delle credenze e dei miti che hanno plasmato e trasformato queste creature dell’oscurità nel corso dei secoli. Esploreremo le influenze dei miti antichi, le opere letterarie rilevanti e le reinterpretazioni moderne che hanno ridefinito…

[crymphatic]

Gamer boy gives birth, that's it. I'm sorry if the story I made is a mess, I haven't polished my narrative writing skills in a long time since I have done nothing in 2023, but write conventional stuff. My brain got fried on our 24 page manuscript. Uncensored ver is in the void because I can't verify my twitter :d

Edit: up on pixiv again with revisions and additional stuff :D

https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/115124297

The contractions started hours ago, but he doesn't care. He needs to finish this chapter of the game or else he'd be behind everyone else. Why did the game had to update today of all days?

He'd been sat on that gaming chair sweaty, and determined to finished that game. His eyes focus on the screen as he ignores the contractions tht ripple throughout his lower half. They were getting closer from each other. It's almost time, he knows, but couldn't it wait until he finds the exit of this level? The pressure in his ass is getting harder, and harder to ignore. He wants the little shit out, but then he can't finish this game if he's too occupied giving birth. His water breaks during the height of the chase between him the monster. It soaked his expensive gaming chair, and trickles from his legs to the floor, his shorts were long discarded in the laundry pile.

"Oh, goddammit why now?!Couldn't you wait a little longer baby?! Augh!!!" He bores down as a strong contraction pulses through him, denying his body's urge to push.

"Fuck do I gotta push yet? Ughhhh, this is horrible..." He reaches down his anus to feel and check himself. 10 cm, he's fully dilated. He doesn't immediately pull out his fingers, he sticks three fingers in and thrusts in and out to help ease the pain. His other hand pauses the game with his controller.

"Hahhh..." He pants, for a moment, then looks at the paused game on the screen. He died and respawned back to the room before the chase begins. "I don't wanna do it agaaaiiinnn....!" He whines, and push through another contraction. His pushing does little to his emerging bundle. He continues to finger himself for a moment, then takes his hand out and unpauses the game. He pushes again a bit before playing again. His character runs in a long dark hallway with many obstacles to dodge, he troubles to focus on avoiding them as he begins to succumb to his body's urge to get up and give birth.

Another contraction, he pushes hard, almost letting go of the controller in his hand.

"AUGHHH!! Get out already!" He feels the head begin to crown. He should definitely be in a better position, so he does. He squats on the gaming chair, his hole stretches with the head of his baby. Panting he stops, and the head goes back in. He grips the armrest for support with one hand, the controller being crushed in the other.

"Oh god... Don't go back in... " He looks at the screen again. His character's in that room again. He doesn't touch the controller to restart the chase again. This time he pushes harder than ever on the next contraction.

His anus opens a window that his baby is beginning to peer into. It widens as he pushes and pushes. it's beginning to crown again. He release a push and this time the head did not go back in. All this birthing fluid and birthing in general is ruining his expensive gaming chair.

"Yeah... That's it. Be good for mommy... hah... And come out...! Augh!!" He bears down as he pushes He feels his anus be engorged in a fiery pain as his baby slowly comes to full crown. Stopping before he reaches his widest point, he reaches down and feels. The waterworks are waterworking their way, he was willing to finish a stupid video game rather than this? He continues and he's at his widest. The pain is almost over. There's a full length mirror in front of him and he looks at his baby. The stretched flesh around the head makes gives him the ick, he's never doing this again, the head looks like a human baby's head and not an alien like he first hoped. The head's seems to have blonde hair like his, it makes him thankful that his baby didn't get the sperm donor's shit brown hair. He doesn't have the time to appreciate it more when he starts to push again. The pain felt like nothing he'd ever experienced before, his dick's hard, and his face contorted into a pained expression. Whines escapes his throat, and doesn't care if noise leaks into the apartment next to his.

"Ugh,... Hah..." He grunts as he pushes again. The head pops out completely, he's thankful for it, it's almost over.

[possible-streetwear]

[naggingatlas]

i love parking cars. theyre like insects divinely confused about what their bodies can do

[officiallydonewithyourbullshit]

Got a question for some of you creepypasta/cripted people.

If the rocks have ears, and the trees have eyes, what do you think the worst possible thing you can do is?

I personally think that it's, "pay attention to the voices."

[caramelcoconutswirl]

Okay, so the new hunger games is so bad actually i mean i knew it would be trash but this is just sad

[simonettaddams]

I will always protect you -------------------------

Outfit: ♥Just BECAUSE SeraDress&Cardigan♥ JustBecause mainstore

Accessories: ♥Demonic Touch by Aii & Ego♥ ♥Magika - Vanessa Hair♥ Magika Mainstore

Pose and scenery: ♥ [..::CuCa::..] Mausoleum♥ Cuca Mainstore ♥[piXit] Sharp♥ Pixit mainstore

[hadesbullshit]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (<- wants to have the energy as scarecrow from fear state)

[lafcadiosadventures]

From the Cathedral, my companion and myself proceeded to the Tower of St. Michael, where there is a vault which possesses the power of mummifying the bodies placed there. The lowest story of the tower is inhabited by the keeper and his family, who cook their victuals at the entrance of the cavern, and live on a footing of the most intimate familiarity with their frightful neighbours. The man took a lantern, and we descended by the worn steps of a winding staircase into the funeral vault. The corpses, about forty in number, are placed around the vault, with their backs against the wall. This upright position, so different from the general horizontal posture of the dead, gives them a horribly phantom-like appearance of life, especially in the yellow and flickering light of the lantern, which oscillates in the hand of the guide, and causes the shadows to change their place every instant. The imagination of poets and painters has never produced a more horrible nightmare; the most monstrous caprices of Goya, the raving productions of Louis Boulanger, the diabolical creations of Callot and of Teniers, are nothing in comparison, and all the most fantastic writers of ballads are here surpassed. Never did more abominable spectres rise from out the night of a German mind. They are worthy of figuring at the midnight orgies of the Brocken with the witches of Faust. Their faces are distorted and grinning; their skulls have half the flesh peeled off; their sides gape open, exposing, through the grating of their ribs, their lungs, dried and shrivelled up like sponge. In one instance the flesh has crumbled into dust, and the bones protrude; in another, the parchment skin, no longer sustained by the fibres of the cellular tissue, floats round the corpse like a second windingsheet. Not one of the heads possesses that impassible calmness which death imparts, as a last seal, to those whom it touches. Their mouths gape frightfully, as if drawn asunder by the immeasurable weariness of eternity, or grin with the sardonic grin of Nothingness which laughs life to scorn. Their jaws are dislocated, and the muscles of the neck swollen. Their fists are furiously clenched, and their spines writhe in the contortions of despair. They appear enraged at being moved from their tombs, and troubled in their sleep by the curiosity of the profane.

Description of the crypt under the tower of the Basilica of Saint-Michel, Bordeaux, from Théophile Gautier’s Travels in Spain.

Edit: here’s Hugo’s version. (could only find it in french) It’s a nice contrast, Hugo explicitly touches on the christian “vanity of human passions” guilt, mentions the contrast of the outward beauty of the façade and the horror of the crypt (which gautier perhaps didn’t notice bc he arrived there at night) and mixes technology (the telegraph (!) in his visionary description of the bodies, and his desire for communication beyond the grave

[ninbinary]

Mothman countin to 100 before an upcoming disaster happins

[crymphatic]

I GOT A PEN TABLET (and im not dead) xp pen went on sale on christmas and i just grabbed it. I'm working on a few illustrations using the first character I posted on pixiv :D!

[xpostcards]

sent on 24.08.23 to Germany; official postcrossing

[rosesartcorner]

An eternity spent in service

[sadlittlewanderingghost]

YOU COME TO MY HOUSE AND

DARE

TO MAKE MY INTERNET LAGGY

shame on you...

[olivergarlic]

a little drawing of Samuel!! i redesigned him a little bit :3

[saledyable]