#Pyramids Motel

[vintagelasvegas]

The Pyramids Motel, c. 1952. The motel was built between the Flamingo and the Sands, the first development in Las Vegas by a 25-year-old Irwin Molasky.

“On the Strip right next to the Flamingo, I built a little motel of 19 units called The Pyramids. I actually built some concrete block pyramids in front to designate the name. It was right on the highway. My parents were my partners. We were on well water. We started a district called Sanitation District Number One and we put sewer lines out towards the Strip.

“We opened The Pyramids on December 15, 1952. Our next-door neighbor north of us was the Sands Hotel, which opened the same date that we opened.

“If you were looking to rent rooms on a daily basis you had to be visible. I built whatever we could afford. I put up a big sign.

“I built it and my parents operated it. I immediate got my contractor’s license. I still have it registered. It’s number 3174. Today I think they’re in the hundreds of thousands.

- Irwin Molasky oral history interview (OH-02154) by David G. Schwartz, 4/23/2014.

The property was sold to the developers of Holiday Casino in the early 70s. Pyramids was demolished some time between 12/72 and 6/73 and became Holiday's parking lot. The property is now part of Harrah's.

Circa 1952 postcard photos. Below, The Pyramids sign from a film in '56; and a '57 slide scan from Thomas Hawk.

[chthonic-kids]

Standing on their base, triangles signify stability and strength. Inverted, on their points, they represent conflict and stagnation. Of course, the orientation is just a matter of perspective. Looking at the pyramid from below gives you one, from above, another. Northmoor says he looks up at the inverted pyramid. I have to wonder: is anyone standing over it, looking down?

[div-divington]

Oceanview Motel and Casino

[velvetjune]

I really want to know what’s behind the door that parallels / contrasts against one that leads to the Oldest House

[cherubfae]

𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 || {𝔧𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡}

tags: nsfw, smut, fem!reader, strangers to lovers, injuries, slight age gap (reader is late 20s, james in late 30s}, told in third pov/jame's pov, slight derogatory terms, slight dubcon (just in case)

Calloused hands, rough from years of manual work, scrape across her lovely skin eliciting the sweetest sigh James thinks he's ever heard.

"That thing sure knocked you around good. Does it hurt?" Subtly his fingertips brush against the cut lingering on her soft jaw, thumb smoothing over the bruise that swelled on her chin from when she had been knocked down by Pyramid Head. Her little wince pulls at his heartstrings and immediately he drops his hands, watery blue eyes searching hers.

"My abdomen hurts more." She let out a soft chuckle, her lashes fluttering as she leans back on the old motel bed, stained with years of age and disuse, her head rests against the rotting headboard. Her hand instinctively rubs at the bandages around her tummy as she recalls its existence, though it was hard to forget once an otherworldly demon looking butcher strikes you cleanly with the point of his Great Knife. Thankfully, she had pulled off and with the bleeding staunched, she was resigned to believe there wasn't any internal damage.

James looks sorrowful. "I'm... I'm sorry. I'm glad I found you when I did." There was truth in his words as he gently takes her bandaged hand in his own, fingers idly brushing against her palm. Where glass had embedded into her palm. He had been meticulous in cleaning her wounds, ensuring that he would stave off any infection as best as he could.

He had only learned of her name mere days before. Honestly, he wasn't sure how long they've been locked into Silent Hill together. She had been called to this place too, for what, James didn't know and felt impolite to ask. Her judgement was her own as was his. Humans were capable of cruel things as much as they were beautiful, but he couldn't imagine what sort of sin this lovely woman needed to atone for. It's cliche but she truly wasn't like other women he'd known.

Truly, he didn't know of anyone else who would look at a demon seconds after being stabbed and smirk in the very face of life-threatening danger. How her primal scream sounded as she drove a pointed spike underneath Pyramid Head's helmet and into the weird fleshy mutation and twisted. Blackened blood, thick like oil, spewed from the visceral wound like a faucet and the creature's pained roar mixed with her scream.

The memory sent a thrilling tremor through James. There was something so deliciously enticing and feral about her.

James couldn't recall the last time he'd felt so good. Sure, he fisted his cock like his life depended on it on an almost daily basis, but having such a warm, tight pussy surrounding him made his head swim with pleasure.

"Y-you sure this is okay for your stomach?" James swallowed thickly; head dully thudded against the headboard behind him. His hands grip at her waist, thumbs swirling circles against her hipbones. His heart skittered as she smirked down at him, leaning down to kiss him. Greedily, he accepted, moaning at her taste. His tongue swiping out to chase hers as he thrusted upwards into her.

Rolling the two over, James's hand slid to rest above her ass, grabbing a handful of the soft globes as pressing her flush to him. Hiking a leg over his waist, he weakly remembered he should take it easy on her, she was injured after all. But it had been so long, and she felt so fuckin' good. So fuckin' warm. He couldn't stop now. Not when he finally grasped what he'd been craving for so long.

Even the slight ringing in his ears couldn't drown out the wet sounds of his cock pistoning in and out of her dripping core. How his name fell from her lips like a reverent prayer. He felt like a dog, deep in a rut, pounding into a willing bitch. A primal spark exploded in his gut, cock throbbing, his release nearby.

"J-James... I'm..." Oh, fuck, that's cute. She can't even finish her sentence.

Whimpering against his lips, she can barely keep her eyes open to look at him. She was beautiful, ethereal. Blinking rapidly, her hands have a tight hold on his biceps. He wouldn't be surprised if she'd left bruises. In fact, he hoped she did. Chuckling, he softly kissed her lips, faintly tasting the vanilla on them. A kind action compared to the ferociousness behind his thrusts. She came on his thick cock with a cry, her knees digging into his sides as he fucked her through it.

Praising, James nuzzled her softly. "That's it, sweetheart."

Give it to me. Now. James hid his face into her neck, peppering sweet kisses all over her sweaty skin. He parted her thighs further, pounding into her hard enough for the old bed to creak and groan, his swollen balls flexing as he came into her. Doubling his efforts, he didn't stop. Fingers tapping against her clit, he smirks against her neck as pleased squeaks fell from her glossy lips. He loved her supple body jolted against him, how responsive her body was to his touch, and especially how the lingering tremors of her orgasm sparked life back into his softening cock. He simply wasn't going to stop after one orgasm. No, he needed more, and he was going to get it, finally.

|| ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ, ʀᴇᴜꜱᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴇᴅɪᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ɪɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴀʏ! ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ. ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜰᴜʟ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ © ᴄʜᴇʀᴜʙꜰᴀᴇ 2024 ||

[sylvia-plaths-fig-pie]

♡ my fav fics masterlist ♡

This is just a collection of some of my favourite fanfics, all of these writers deserve so much credit go and show them some love xoxo

Sam winchester (spn)

New years day by @alluvthegurlz

Closer than friends by @stylesparker

Three seconds by @prentissluvr

Warm brown jacket by @prentissluvr

Take my breath away by @prentissluvr

Something about being close by @prentissluvr

True blue by @mxltifxnd0m

late night chess (drabble) by @prentissluvr

Caught by @samsno1

Motel couches and hair cuts by

Teach me by @sylvia-plaths-fig-pie (me lol, shamless self promo)

Fall nights (drabble) by @prentissluvr

You are in love by @castiwls

Gold rush by @castiwls

We're endgame by @kaleldobrev

Coffee Stains and Stolen Jackets by @writersblockedx

new year's day by @alluvthegurlz

second chance (at love) by @stylesparker

brotherly advice by @mickandmusings

Luke alvez (cm)

my boy only breaks his favorite toys by @prentissluvr

rival lawyers (drabble) by @prentissluvr

so it goes @castiwls

Vice by @violentdelightsandviolentends

Statistical anomaly by @to-thelakes

mi cielo by @prentissluvr

Concussed by @thelukesalvez

Cariño by @prentissluvr

anything for you by @prentissluvr

closer, and closer still by @prentissluvr

built to fall (series) by @to-thelakes

It's About Time by @thelukesalvez

Five Feet Apart by @thelukesalvez

Wintery music (drabble) by @prentissluvr

The games we play by @sylvia-plaths-fig-pie (another shameless self promo)

Inferno by @sinfulspencer

Hold you to that by @imaginesfordifferentfandoms

Five Feet appart by @thelukesalvez

Spencer Reid

The Very Essence of Love @reidscanehand

The story of us @can-youimagine

Soulmates @radiant-reid

Wanna teach me? @literaila

Bookish @readingbookelf

Decoy @violetrainbow412-blog

Minor detail @reidingmelodies

White lies @violetrainbow412-blog

Aaron hotchner

While I brethe I hope by @confused-pyramid

Jake "hangman" sesrin (top gun)

Who did this to you by @justfandomwritings

Brothers best friend by @tongue-like-a-razor

I just want you to like me by @adamstnheights

If You Please by @the-authoress-writes

Just Friends by @say-al0e

I also love @everlovingdeer on Ao3, their fics always are so incredible, I love them even tho I'm not appart of the famdon they write for anymore, honestly incredible writing.

As you can probably tell I also love @prentissluvr on tumblr their writing is incredible (it also helps that they write for two favs atm (Sam and luke)). The characterisation is always spot on and the writing is phenomenal.

Please give me any fic recs you have, litrally for any character, I'm deprived of content lmao

[room-665]

Oceanview Motel & Casino

They pulled the cord and were instantly transported to the Oceanview Motel and Casino. Inside, they found a door marked with an inverted black pyramid. And just like that, it led back to the Oldest House.

[strawberryforks]

small city, small problems // (eventual) dean winchester x reader

summary: you move to lebanon kansas and have two run-ins eith the winchester boys. in one, you’re awesome, in the other… well…

warnings: violence, blood, swearing

word count: 1343

author’s note: requests/asks open & encouraged!

hunting was your job but it didn’t pay the bills. no, that was taken care of by the numerous scams you ran. monster slayer by day (who would willingly go after those freaks in the dark? thinking about it made you shiver) and door to door salesman, telemarketer, pyramid-schemer by night. credit card scams and fake identities had stopped helping you the minute you decided to settle down. now, going by your actual name for the first time in what felt like forever, you house hunted too.

small city, small problems, you thought, settling on lebanon, kansas. you found a duplex for $700 a month and moved all of your belongings in--it took hardly any time because your entire life could fit in the box of your truck. none of it was damp or damaged thanks to the tonneau cover you splurged on.

neighbors could be difficult to deal with but yours seemed unassuming enough. the landlord had described them as an older couple that kept to themselves and that sounded better than rooming with five college students or staying in a rundown motel. you just hoped they wouldn’t notice the blood caked under your nails when you checked the mailbox, or the various injuries you always had when you walked to and from your truck.

you were sitting on the floor, both legs stuck out in front of you, and dozens of newspaper clippings in between them. you planned on taking a break from hunting but when you were in the life and aware of the creatures that go bump in the night, these things tended to fall right into your lap. missing people--this many--in such a small town was never innocent. nor were the all black eyes you made contact with on your way back from the supermarket. a demon problem you could handle but it didn’t quite explain the missing people. It was fine, you would figure it out.

a fist slams against the door in an aggressive manner, one that far too many policemen used for you to be comfortable with. you lift the corner of your mattress and swipe the information you’d found under it. you hide any evidence of your wrongdoings and stuff your phone into your pants pocket. then you pulled open the door. two men stand, wearing suits and presenting badges. you look at the badges first--agent figsbottom and dave. you snort and your hand moves over your mouth quickly as you try (and fail) to stifle laughter. the taller man frowned and his brother’s eyes narrow. “come on in, boys.”

the winchester brothers are confused. this isn’t the level of respect they were used to receiving when posing as federal agents. the thing is, you knew them. well, knew of them. dean and sam winchester were pretty famous in the hunting community so no, you weren’t about to play concerned citizen even though… well, you were concerned. the hell were they on your doorstep for?

“we have some questions for you miss,” dean says. he flashes you a smile along with his badge and sam shoots him an irritated look, placing a hand on his shoulder and shoving subtly. “have you seen either of these people? samantha and owen have--”

you hadn’t seen them anywhere else but on the newspaper. you lift the corner of your mattress and pull out the papers. “they’ve been missing for just over a week. you should be looking for these two if you want a rescue mission and not a recovery one.” you tap your hand against another couple's photo and sam’s eyebrows raise. “i’m a hunter too. just moved into the area. y/n l/n, nice to meet you.”

dean shakes your hand and you tighten your grip in challenge. the two of you stand, staring at each other and aggressively shaking hands until sam’s laughter interrupts your brief pissing contest.

“i’m sam,”

“and your dean,” you look at the shorter brother, right into his green eyes as he nods. “your reputations precede you.”

“all good things i hope?”

you laugh and give a small shake of your head. “so, the case. what do you guys know that I don’t?”

“no offense sweetheart but we don’t need any extra help. you and your partner can pick another town and another monster.” dean says.

you scoff. “no. first of all, i live here now, and secondly, i’m on my own. no partner needed.”

“you hunt alone? that’s a death sentence.”

“death is the only thing certain in life though you and your brother toe the line often--anyways, i’m not phased by it. hell or heaven, they’ll be lucky to have me.” neither of the boys have anything to say to that. sam keeps trying to angle his head just so, wanting to see all of the pages you’ve compiled and dean is staring straight at you, saying nothing. you clap your hands together, breaking up the silence. “want to compare notes or are you going to get the hell out of my house?”

neither winchester wanted to compare notes and so, you chased them out with various threats of violence. the eldest one had the gall to smirk and shout “goodluck!” before climbing into his beautiful ‘67 chevy impala.

—

the next time you see the brothers you’re in mortal danger. you're tied to a chair and bleeding all over the place--head swimming in regret and your own mistakes. if you were conscious enough to be embarrassed you would be. your neighbors, the sweet and unassuming old couple were actually long gone. dead and rotting. a pair of ghouls were wearing their bodies like meat suits and the gardening the old lady did every day like clockwork was her burying bones. they nabbed you while you were sleeping and you were a good fighter but with your limbs still heavy with exhaustion, were no match.

the rope was tight around you and it was stained crimson. they were taking turns biting off chunks of your flesh when the front door was kicked in and you could barely lift your head to see which brother had managed to break the door in just one go-- “impressive,” you acknowledged weakly. there was a struggle. you heard it but couldn’t track it with your eyes, not as they blurred and unfocused.

then you were being untied. you fell forwards and into strong arms. “hey. sweetheart, going to need you to stay conscious, yeah? not going to let a few ghouls be your end are ya?”

you shake your head ‘no’, and fight to keep your eyes open. “sammy!” dean shouts. “we need to get this bleeding stopped.” you’re passed to the taller winchester who puts pressure on the worst bite. dean starts talking to himself or his imaginary friend, cas. “cas you feathered fuck, hurry up!” he shouts to the sky and a moment later there's a ‘whoosh’ and a new hand is on you--on your forehead. light erupts but you only see white.

when you wake up you’re in a bed that isn’t your own--in a room that isn’t yours but that smells like leather, firewood, and vanilla? your face crinkles in confusion and you haul yourself into a sitting position, groaning. then, you notice the eldest winchester, dean, sitting in a chair across the room. he scoots closer to you looking you over to make sure that you’re alright.

“sorry about that,” you apologize. “can i, uh… is there anything i can do for you, your brother and… the angel?” you’re still unsure about that one, but hate owing people (or magical beings) more than you could ever articulate. “to repay you all for…”

“for saving your ass? yeah. there is.”

“okay…?” you’re hesitant.

“if you insist on hunting, don’t do it alone. not ever again. you can stick with us or go off on your own, but the second you find a case, you call me.” you agree easily. you’re alive and he isn’t making you clean toilets or sell your soul, he’s offering to help you.

you exchange numbers and then you’re off. you’ll keep your promise. probably…

[lesbianalanwake]

Even Bureau veterans can only find one key in the Motel, the key that opens the door marked with the inverted Black Pyramid. The rest, the many other doors, are still mysteries to us. We’re all merely guests there. Even the Board. Sometimes I need to visit, just to breathe easier for a while.

[gala-xyzz]

I HAVE ASSEMBLED A FUCKTON OF SONG LYRICS FOR TITLES AND SHIT HERE YOU ALL GO

at some point i will put all of these songs and more into a playlist :D

"i made a bunch of friends so i could use them as excuses to get drunk" (time of my life by upsahl)

"so ten lives were traded for time… say ten times you looked me in the eyes… held your breath watching them die" (broken by kongos)

"phantoms keep ringing my phone to remind me that i'm still alone" (bad medicine by the upstart crows)

"i don't even care if my soul is gone" (take control of your own life by sven karlsson)

"if i only had your heart i could beat the system… i never really cared for tragic stories, i just liked the endings" (come around by omri)

"i then saw the gates of hell, they were lined with golden amplifiers… they were calling out my name but i could not be found… i was falling though the flames in such a lovely sound" (heart of a dancer by the happy fits)

"why do you feel right when you know it's so wrong?… all you're breaking is drywall… all you feel is what you can't admit" (fight club by fitzy)

"they will sell you a dream for a dollar ninety-nine" (good life by shayfer james)

"the beating of a heart that i hid beneath the floor" (for the departed by shayfer james)

"was it something i said that kept you up in your head?… don't be scared of death, death is scared of you" (monsters by run river north)

"and i'm so scared that all of my worst fears have followed me out here" (american blood by dead poet society)

"you weren't ready to meet the angels" (when you fall by oceanic)

"the city's like a drum ringing in my ear" (my my by magic giant)

"what shall we do with a pretty liar?" (double denim by skylar)

"bleeding hands can make a man… this is birth in reverse, this is sacred" (a good thing by kyle stibbs)

"can you feel my heart, or are you a liar?" (aura by dionysia)

"i didn'y kill my demons to be killed by yours" (bones by the rills)

"a hit of this, a sip of that, a bit of every sin" (pleasure by midnight ambassador)

"save your blessing because heaven ain't a place for me" (seventies by modern alibi)

"there's a reason why you're a one-track mind" (parachute by second thoughts)

"leave me a soul, only by definition, i don't want to feel anything… that money won't bring happiness, but let me ask what does… if i can't have justice i might as well join the unjust" (nunemaker's parable by everybody's worried about owen)

"if you loved us then you'd leave, if you leave you're a liar" (oh my by cxviolet)

"what i need is not what i want" (in a blink by the glass pyramids)

"i could come back and my cold heart still beats… and my heart it keeps getting colder" (dressed in violets by hometown & young)

"i won't cry, i won't wait for you… a hole in the ground or the talk of the town?" (for the wicked by friday pilots club)

"all my life i've been heading for hell… but haven't you heard? hearts turn to dirt" (we have it all by pim stones)

"everything you want in twenty-four hours, but nothing you need" (concrete jungle by au/ra)

"what's the price of perfection? i won't know until i've paid in full" (after me, the flood by bear ghost)

"i'll be your muse, now take what i offer… i am the way and the life in the best-looking truth" (mr rattlebone by matt maeson)

"i heard he'll drink your blood just for the taste… and all the dead are gonna play witness" (dear dictator by saint motel)

"when you always want more there's nothing to gain" (city of angels by em beihold)

[vintagelasvegas]

Holiday Inn / Holiday Casino / Harrah's

Holiday Inn prior to opening, Nov. 1971. Photos by Hank DeLespinasse.

Holiday Inn and Holiday Casino were originally separate entities, built in partnership on the same property with Holiday Queen Land Corp (Norbert “Norm” Jansen, Shelby & Claudine Williams) as landlord. Holiday Casino (Riverboat Inc) was owned by Shelby & Claudine Williams and partners. Names planned for the casino, “River Boat,” “Holiday Queen,” and “River Queen Casino,” were changed before casino opening. Early casino chips, ads, and ephemera were printed under abandoned names.

'69: Proposed hotel and casino plans with Holiday Queen Land Corp (N. Jansen, Williams) as landlord owning "90% of the land."

'70: Hotel groundbreaking Apr 2nd (RJ 4/3/70, 4/5/70).

'72: Hotel opens in Feb (RJ 2/3/72) with 15-story tower (Mountain tower south).

'73: Holiday Casino opens Jul. 2. Pyramids Motel acquired by the land corp, demolished, and used for casino parking.

'81: Opening of 23-story tower (Mountain tower north) and showroom in Oct. (RJ 5/24/81, 10/2/81)

'83: Holiday Inns Inc buys Holiday Casino and the two are merged (RJ 11/9/82); Holiday Inn "Great Sign" replaced.

'90: Opening of 35-story tower (Carnival/Valley Tower) and remodeling of the riverboat facade.

'92: Rebranded Harrah’s in Jul.

'97: Renovation into the Mardi Gras theme, design by H. Conversano Associates; opening of 35-floor tower (Valley tower north); "grand opening" held Oct. 23 (RJ 7/23/96, 9/23/96, 10/23/97).

'19: Removal of the Mardi Gras theme.

Sources. “New Hotel Planned for Strip.” Review-Journal, 3/23/69; UPI. “Strip’s Holiday Casino passes prelims.” Review-Journal, 6/14/73; “Judge gives okay to seize Strip land.” Review-Journal, 10/17/74; Norbert Jansen obituary, Review-Journal, 1/8/97; Claudine Williams Papers (MS-00094), UNLV Special Collections & Archives.

Photos, below: (1) Casino under construction, and hotel open in 1972. Las Vegas News Bureau via Nevada State Museum. (2) Casino construction, 1972. Hank DeLespinasse. (3) Aerial rendering, 2024.

[div-divington]

things Remedy could definitely sell in their Official Merch Store that would undoubtedly make them A Sum of Money (a very serious and extremely cost-friendly non-exhaustive list):

- Black mug with the Federal Bureau of Control's seal on it (either the simple, clean, modern all-white version or the full coloured version)

- plushies of The Former. they're cute and i like them.

- mini-fridge that looks like AI10-KE (the Arctic Queen)

- literally just normal stationary with FBC imagery attached. Lemme buy Pope's clipboard.

- Oceanview Motel & Casino keychain

- Inverted Black Pyramid keychain

- Replica posters for all the fun little posters in the Oldest House (Do as you're told! Don't eat the Mold!)

- Get a real actual wizard to curse a buncha rubber duckies so they actually follow buyers around and quack at them (may not be profitable depending on wizard rates)

- The hairclip Jesse gets when she finishes the base game

- just. That poster Ahti has on his office door. Of himself.

- Tiny Little Hotline

- hoodie with Bureau seal on it

- small high-detail statues of Jesse and other characters (Emily, Arish, Langston, Marshall, idk) in action poses (or just dynamic poses)

- a vinyl record featuring literally nothing but Langston's freestyle poetry/rap from AWE on loop (on both sides) (cover art should be a low-res PNG of Langston with 2013 MLG sunglasses Photoshopped poorly onto him and "Langston's Greatest Hits" written in hot pink Comic sans font)

There are also a buncha Alan Wake options too:

- Life-sized cutout of Alan complete with book-holding shelf

- book sleeves so you can dress any unrelated book up as a litany of Alan's literary wonders

- Oh Deer Diner mug

- More of those thermoses (I will eradicate the scalpers that bought them all within literally seconds of them being made available)

- all the Manuscript pages from all the Alan Wake games (including the tiny amount we hear him narrate in AWE) in either an FBC "CLASSIFIED" folder or a dirty envelope

- real gun

- any and all posters from any and all AW games. Like the ones advertising Tom Zane's movies, or the ones telling you to celebrate Deerfest or the ones telling you to visit Coffee World

- plushie of Mayor Setter :)

- plushie of the Coffee World mascot (make it do the terrifying laugh when you squeeze its hand too)

- Barry Wheeler desk statue where the headlamp and Christmas lights light up

- "Not The Worst Mom" mug (PLEASE)

- deer masks

- anatomically accurate Taken-Nightingale statue with removable heart (show me the terror)

- just a framed print out of Alex Casey giving us the Look he always does

- Dr. Hartman's "The Creator's Dilemma" book sleeve so we can bask in his smug smile

- official Alan Wake branded flashlights

- Saga's sweater/sweaters?

- for $3000 Sam Lake just personally shows up at your house and sends you to the Dark Place

feel free to add more

[bodycitated]

In the summer i want to go this is me n my sisters bucket list so ill Come back n see if we did it

Florida keys

bass pyramid resort in Tennessee

Oregon - probably won’t go

Gaitlinburg

Blue mountain ridge Georgia

Oklahoma rodeo -

Small town fair

Medieval times

New Orleans

Vintage motel

[tonyhawksproletariat]

big sun coming strong through the motel blinds wake up to your girl for now, let's call her cleopatra, cleopatra i watch you fix your hair then put your panties on in the mirror, cleopatra then your lipstick, cleopatra then your six-inch heels, catch her she's headed to the pyramid she's working at the pyramid tonight

[oldxenomorph]

before i return to rogue trader, i have to let the slaanesh and great family brainworms out. so they can mingle with the rest of the worms i've accumulated.

slaanesh is nyarlathotep and yhoundeh's consort. (we'll get into that later)

i know slaanesh can look however they want and i know there's been no official updated portrait of them, but i've been thinking of about this fanart every since i saw it, as it's probably the closest to way i envision them in my head.

i've been microwaving this specific idea that lilith is the child of all three of them, the perfect combination of all three in power and physical characteristics.

(there is something about having a being made from you, an offspring, a child, a daughter. nothing is more beautiful than a daughter. slaanesh nursed lilith alongside yhoundeh. she was raised in both the red pyramid and the palace of pleasure. slaanesh taught her and gifted her everything within them, shaping her alongside chaos and flesh. even if they think lilith is a too Serious, they love her nonetheless, as a parent would their child.)

when the reaper emperor was born and this universe was new, slaanesh joined the rest of the great family in welcoming her. this new and final sibling of azathoth and shai-hulud. the universe, the world, the family complete as it should be: chaos, eternity, and extinction.

unto the little reaper emperor, slaanesh fed her the old worm's water of life from its glass vessel, watching as her mouth turned blue from the nutrient dense material. they gifted her an everlasting and perfect love (nyx), undying and perfect instruments of power (the reapers), and beauty beyond compare (her two forms). and then slaanesh said to her as they gently caressed her pale cheeks, "we are the youngest of our families. i will look out for you, o precious extinction."

(the great family really takes no interest in the other ruinous powers, finding them to be boring. maybe tzeentch is the only other one that nyarlathotep finds useful, but slaanesh is the one the family likes and wants. when the end of comes for that universe, slaanesh and their legions will have already comfortably with the great family.)

the palace of pleasure is connected to the oceanview motel. the symbol on its door is the mark of slaanesh.

slaanesh adores the xenomorphs, loves them and allows them into the palace so they can be they their side. they think the reaper emperor's daughters are the embodiment of perfection and beauty and power.

the reaper emperor gifted slaanesh a clutch of ovomorphs, a sign of her love for her relative. xenomorphs born in slaanesh's realm have a slight magenta coloration. the birth of a new xenomorph is always a source of great joy and slaanesh always presents them to the reaper emperor to connect with her and be named before returning with them back to the palace.

(i've been obsessed with this fanart of slaanesh and now i just imagine their chambers/sanctum as this hot fuscha-magenta slaaneshi botticelli opulence complete with an eldritch scallop bed. the xenomorphs like to sleep on the bed, its very comfortable.)

(also, slaanesh always keeping a couple of the xenomorphs close by so they can admire them and hold them.)

i'd like to think that slaanesh holds nyx in especially high regard not just as the goddess wife of the reaper emperor, the eternal beloved of extinction, but primarily as the night incarnate. for it is during the night when slaanesh's influence thrives. followers of slaanesh extend their prayers also to the night herself.

nyx will bring a couple of celestial xenomorphs with her whenever she visits the palace of pleasure. keepers of secrets escort her, ask her to veil herself and her daughters, for slaanesh demands that none may look upon the night incarnate and her daughters until they do.

(i think the reason why the great family so readily accepts and protects slaanesh is because they recognize the power in slaanesh's influence and how it affects all things. where the other ruinous powers either mistrust or are hostile to slaanesh, the great family has already welcomed the prince of pleasure into their ranks.)

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nyarlathotep has taken countless of lovers and has sired countless of children with them, but none compare to yhoundeh and slaanesh. he hoards them, claims them, has made them his wife and his consort. flesh and pleasure in the arms and tentacles of the crawling chaos.

nothing satisfies slaanesh more than having both nyarlathotep and yhoundeh at the same time. such intense sessions can last for nights upon nights, each of them taking on more extreme forms as they are each consumed by ecstasy. slaanesh fully satisfied when they have given the two great entities their perfect, toxic fuschia material. slaanesh is fully satisfied when they feel the pitch black material of the great family deep within them, in their core, in their veins.

as much as slaanesh enjoys having them both, they also enjoy having them separately all to themself. nyarlathotep drenching his consort in dark adorations as he completely succumbs to pleasures and sensations that only the dark prince can provide. yhoundeh being tended to, melting away all her thoughts until she only thinks about slaanesh, until she only wants them, until she has them in all their forms. (especially lately. something about waking up an avatar and growing a herald of flesh? sounds like a lot.)

nyx has been amassing quite a collection of special accessories and dresses that she desires to see the reaper emperor in. so it's only logical that she ask slaanesh if they can contribute to this pursuit. slaanesh does not need to be asked twice, they support nyx's endeavor enthusiastically.

after a while, slaanesh presents nyx a full set of eldritch collars, tight dresses, restraints, and instruments just for nyx to dress the reaper emperor in. they also present matching jewelry sets for both nyx and the reaper emperor.

slaanesh knows nyx's desires, knows that she wants thousands more daughters from her wife, knows how deep her love is and that she enjoys how submissive the reaper emperor is in her hands. night and extinction exploring new sensations and achieving ultimate forms of pleasure honors and sustains the dark prince.

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I'm gonna do little slasher doodle requests for a bit!

PLEASE send request in my askbox

NOTHING NSFW

here's the list of slashers I'll draw

Billy Lenz (1974)

Billy Loomis + Stu Macher (you can request them separately)

The Sawyer Brothers (Bubba, Chop Top, Nubbins, and Drayton)

Jason Voorhees (might not look super great tbh)

Michael Myers (also might look kinda shitty)

Pinhead/The Hell Priest (the og version)

Vincent Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Charles Lee Ray (doll and human)

Tiffany Valentine (doll and human)

Glen/Glenda

Harry Warden (still figuring out how to draw him lmao)

Martin Mathias (still figuring out how to draw him lol)

The puppets from Puppet Master (Blade, Jester, Torch, Pinhead, Tunneler, Six Shooter, Leech Woman)

Leslie Vernon (only masked Leslie for now)

Norman Bates (og Psycho only idrc about Bates motel)

Billy Chapman (bpth santa costume and normal billy)

✨️bonus non "slasher movie" horror characters✨️

Characters from Little Shop Of Horrors

Herbert West and Dan Cain

Pyramid Head (he'll prolly look weird just warnin ya)

The characters in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Ash Williams

Ships are okay but the only ships I'll draw are stuilly, danbert, Brad/Frank n. Furter, myherhees, and blade/jester