#IM SO SORRY DASH

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

"You . . . y- you're messed up. I can't even begin to list all the reasons why..." (robin pls)

── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴

The dim light of the church cast eerie shadows across the hollow sanctuary as the last of Dwight's words lingered lifelessly in the air of the hollow sanctuary. His body placed gently atop a marble altar; bound and stripped bare of clothing until he was as he came into the world. Robin, his expression vacant and eyes hollow, approached slowly from the aisle, a single candle quivering in his grasp, as though the flame itself was begging to be extinguished and freed from him. He settled and stood behind the altar to cant his head towards Dwight, and time seemed to stand still as his gaze drank in the sight before him. Finally his lips curled into a thorny, toothy grin and his cold words dripped with malice:

"Who are you to think that you can decide the difference between good and evil? Little Lamb, these petty smearings will not save you."

The back of his knuckles brushed gently over Dwight's battered temple, no doubt the result of how Robin had captured him in the first place. A reassurance of the brutality he had yet to endure. Robin's heavy lashes fell halfway as he set the candle down and turned towards the tabernacle to fetch a piece of unleavened bread; and he set it beside his sacrifice with a soft expression. His knuckles brushed Dwight's cheek gently, as though he were comforting a crying child.

"Your doom is set, your time is nigh - the crypts beneath my church are starving for your rotted corpse, Sweetling."

Robin whispered words of doom and despair, painting a macabre portrait of the fate that awaited Dwight. The killer presence loomed over Dwight like a dark cloud, and his steely gaze piercing through the dense blackness that enveloped them. As Robin leaned in closer, his white hair cascading like a ghostly veil around them, the glint of madness in his eyes became unmistakable: a chilling reflection of the abyss that lay within his soul. There was no hope that he would let Dwight leave. Not now. Robin smiled and the promise of a dark and twisted demise hung heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the fragility of life and the merciless grip of fate.

"The flesh of the pure and innocent always tasted the cleanest - though … I doubt yours will compare to that of the babes."

With a hum his head twisted sideways slowly, like a serpent preparing to strike, revealing a face contorted with bloodlust. The killer quickly unsheathed a dagger that gleamed immaculately clean in the dim candlelight. It stood in stark contrast to the chaos unfolding before him, a symbol of precision amidst the volatile nature of Robin's urge. The air itself seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the inevitable collision of steel against flesh. In one swift motion, the dagger found its mark, plunging into Dwight's side with a sickening crunch as it forced its way between his ribs. The metallic tang of blood instantly filled the church, mingling with the musty scent of dust. A rush of crimson spilled forth, staining Robin's hands in a warm, sticky embrace. In that moment, Robin felt a strange disconnect from himself … He could feel Her approval.

His sense of purpose flitted through his elation. Robin was Her Harbinger. A rider on a pale horse, galloping towards an inevitable fate. Each hoofbeat thundering like a grim prophecy of the impending doom that awaited the world — a future on the brink of an irreversible metamorphosis, cocooned in Her webs. A new era loomed on the horizon, where the very essence of existence would be tainted by a crimson hue. The air would be thick with the fair perfume of decay and the earth would quiver beneath the weight of unending suffering; the rivers would run red and the skies would weep tears of ash. And he would continue towards the cruel embrace of that destiny until the last gasp of life ceased to echo, until a haunting silence reigned supreme over all existence ━━

But there was no need to rush such things.

The Sin Eater brought his focus back to the present moment, his mind clearing from its momentary haze of adrenaline and satisfaction. His gaze shifted back to Dwight, the man who had provoked this confrontation, and in that instant, the vivid visions of his future that had briefly danced before his eyes were abruptly shattered. Although, it wasn't as if this sweet view was anything to be upset about either. Still, his smile had faded back to a neutral expression now that he was faced with the vile smell of Dwight's blood.

"The bouquet of your blood is odiously sweet … "

Robin tapped his fingers along the edge of the wound, brow furrowing in thought as plans mingled with each other in his mind. There was hardly any sin left to savor within the veins of this dear boy, not only that but his blood seemed … stale somehow. Robin's mind wandered to the countless faces of his past victims, a deep well of forgotten memories in his mind. Had he eaten this one before? The question lingered like a specter in the recesses of his mind, a whisper of a past feast that eluded his grasp. His memory was a mass grave of hundreds - faces of his victims blurred together in a macabre tapestry of forgotten souls. Killing had become so habitual he had forgotten the majority of them … Although with Dwight upon his altar, a tantalizing opportunity presented itself; chance to sculpt a new masterpiece that would not so easily elude him. A new memory of exquisite butchery etched in the unfathomable abyss of his consciousness. Lo, this had become a far more interesting evening than he had previously thought possible!

His sharp canines peeked from below his lip as he leaned close to Dwight, his eyes gleaming with a mix of hunger and anticipation,

"Do not worry, I will stay with you afterwards. We have a very long night ahead of us."

[spoopdeedoop]

WYD WHEN MY GANG PULL UP !!!

[canadianno]

WHERE MY GORE LOVERS AT BABY

I never see appreciation for the bishop purgatory designs anywhere, so. I am here. To change that.

I want to see more people mess around with the designs... I want to see more people including silly headcanons and stylizing them!!! Because the designs are all amazing!! The way each design conveys how the lamb fought them is INCREDIBLE.

The top of Leshys' head is devoid of foliage because the rest of him was hidden underground during his fight. Hekets' throat and stomach are raw and skinned because she's always landing and scraping around hard on stone when she's trying to crush you. Kallamar is covered in a large burn because it's so difficult to get close to him during his fight, implying the best strategy was a long range strategy. Shamuras' front is completely torn open and hanging out because they're running directly at you during the entire fight and that is exactly! Where! You'd! Be! Hitting them!

I'm just really really passionate about the bishop purgatory designs. I want to see more people explore them I think they're so cool.

[four-pointed-leaf]

happy pride month

[astronnova]

doodles (as i avoid work) of the super awesome you wouldn't like me alive fic by @ectoplasmranch which i binge read in a 7 hour sitting yesterday

[arsenicflame]

Bonus round! Do you use a queue tag?

[torchstelechos]

[Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations.]

[clickety-clacker]

Been seeing so many cool Clickies on my dashboard since getting into GGG, I just had to take the time to draw a few of them- plus, it was a bit of a challenge to try new styles. A lot of these guys were also super influential to how I draw and even think about Click Clack on my own time, so you should definitely check them out! Names below the cut cus it got long heehoo

Top left: @malartsorte

Top middle (holding papers): @scribblelimbo

Top right: @wishgraanted

Leftmost middle: @beastwhimsy

Middle (peace sign!): @sootnuki

Rightmost middle: @molabuddy

Bottom left: @pespillo

Bottom middle: @artuurle

Bottom right: @modmad

I know I said it already, but all of yall are super cool and I had a lot of fun challenging myself to make this! Keep on being awesome 👍

[skunkes]

[lexosaurus]

guys im so scared to admit this on tumblr. i really hope y'all can understand.

but...im so sorry to betray dash and kwan like this but push (chest) day is not my favorite day in the gym.

my favorite day used to be pull day. but recently, it's become....im literally shaking crying throwing up omg....

my favorite gym day is LEG DAY

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

pov you do ur gay little run cycle into the war room unexpectedly insp this painting and remembering this screenshot/post as well

[arachnidsgrippysocks]

this is the referance lolmao

[twinkinspector]

aaaaaa and he’s all red and blushy with his hair falling in his face every time his hips buck and his brows are furrowed and his eyes are squeezed shut bc he feels so good and

kenma likes tittyfucking btw!!!! he likes to sit on your torso and thrust up into your tits while you push them together and let some drool fall out onto his angry leaky tip

[jiung-s]

Intak ☹ SAD SONG (240921)

[crystallizsch]

that one time at the beginning of this october when i injured (exaggerating) my finger in the shower somehow

[kiochisato]

WHO THE HELL MADE HER PURPLE? ( it was me )

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