#TW vague horror

[charkyzombicorn]

Selkie au

One thing that The celestial  dragons like to do to selkies (aside from eating them) is forcing them to eat devil fruit and agonize about not being able to swim.

Celestial dragons do do that, but sometimes they just want the selkies for their skin. The problem is that proper selkie leather isnt just the pelt Selkies keep to switch between forms, it's the human skin underneath too.

[syrren]

“The artist becomes the canvas!” - TMAGP 002: Making Adjustments

[jarchivism]

'i applied to be avatar'd by the magnus institute and all i got were some weird snakes in my throat'

-snakekeeper from tmagp 14, maybe.

[changewingwentz]

My First fanart offering 👋👋🙏

looking at manga covers with plots centered around fashion and their official arts on here due to severe art block and thought man I want iii to be put in there cuz I love his fit in the new era wooooo and it’s perfect to me but with a horror twist yknow

So I imagine him being in a cover of a visual novel or manga adaptation for funsies

Other additions below (without filter + texts!)

[squeakadeeks]

Maw Fiend!

I've had the idea to make a chainsaw man OC cosplay for eons and I finally got around to it. based on the fear of maws/mouths, they have a goofy personality but would not hesitate to eat you if given the legal opportunity.

[slimeshade]

Against yourself

[sarcasticmothdraws]

⚠️ Content Warning: Gore

The amount of times I've said the phrase, "Nick Gets His Body 3D Printed by a Tree" has to be annoying by now. But yeah, there's vines up in his chest cavity.

This is still the werewolf au btw

He's sleeping, he's fine.

[galaxygermdraws]

Moss Impulse, please?

I need you to know I have spent my entire morning making sure he was perfect. Because you combined my most drawn Hermit and my second most drawn Hermit. Will say I did go overboard he is more than just moss but...it works I'd say.

(reblogs with tags/comments are appreciated. Here’s the prompt list if you want to send me requests!! Thankyu)

[books-are-my-life-stuff]

Kitaro Tanjou: Gegege no Nazo

In Japanese theaters November 17

[officially-other]

My first attempt at writing that's vaguely like poetry: from a dragon

I am not what you think.

I walk around, awkward limbs and flighty mannerisms, and you think I’m strange. You have no idea how strange you would think I am if you only saw what was underneath.

Underneath, I am a creature of the ocean. Something that could never pass as human, and no longer wants to. Saltwater rushes through my veins in secret, silent to everyone but me. To me, it’s a roaring sound of the waves that I have never seen except for within my soul. It yearns to dissolve into the ocean like it could long ago, but for now those days are over and I am hidden underneath skin and muscle.

Underneath, there are wings; fins; antlers. They ache to tear from my back, through my skull. Nonetheless, they stay hidden for me, safe in the silence. Protected like I protected my kin in a lifetime so close to the surface and yet unreachable. Wrapped in a form that no longer coils around them like a serpent, but keeps them hidden from predators well enough I suppose.

I suppose.

I accept my form reluctantly and do what I can to make it mine. I shape it to feel better when I discover my gender, and when I can’t shape it to fit my true self I cover it in things that feel a little more like home. A little more draconic. A little more like the ocean that I never have seen, but feel homesick for anyway.

I do find joy in being in this body, at least. Out there, there are others. Angels working minimum wage, dragons sitting on a park bench, wolves buying groceries. We hide, but we do so to be free. We walk through crowds, and no one notices our scales and fur and feathers. But we do. We see each other, even if from miles away, and we see what’s underneath.

And underneath, none of us are what you think.

(Tags for side commentary/context)

[vellichorom]

preacher for the dead; for the high crime of mortality among gods, we will turn our backs, & you may join the ones who fell before you. return to your only family. let's see you cry wolf without a body.

// sorry for still being a little insane about @ihazmunchies91's THE NARRATIVE PARABLE, kind of; have YOU read the latest update?

no really have you because I don't think I blogged about it-

( ft; @indigo-art's Arthur, @blackkatdraws2 / @blackkittensketches's Black, & @sad-ist's Harry! as well as the cord of @ melancholys-inc's Pixel! )

[determunition]

my week 3 oneshot for scrybruary has been up for a couple weeks now, and i'm overdue in posting about it! this one was for the theme "day in the life/mundane", so of course i wrote about death p03 taking magick leshy to the backrooms

The oneshot, Just Your Average Afternoon, is as you would expect quite a bit sillier than the two before it: Under an orange moon…Leshy is spending the afternoon at the dilapidated shopping center that serves as the Temple of P03, Scrybe of the Dead. When the possessed collection of decayed remains and analogue machinery shows Leshy a broken texture in the floor that leads to an infinite maze of yellowed rooms, the Scrybe of Magicks is equal parts shocked and intrigued. But perhaps, on a possibly haunted disk rife with sentient characters and poor programming, such a phenomenon isn't quite as unprecedented as one might assume.

you can read the oneshot right here! i put on a lot of analogue horror video essays while i work so it was a lot of fun to play around with some of those tropes and references in this chapter haha

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Some doodles of monster au mark for the sillies

[writeouswriter]

ID: A 4 panel digitally drawn horror comic depicting, in order: a shadowy figure pressed against a door's window at the end of a long hallway, a closeup of the figure staring directly ahead, a small child on the other end of the hall with a vaguely eerie silhouette behind them, and an extreme close up of a pair of terrified eyes reflecting back the figure in both of them. White hand-printed text in each panel reads: I had a nightmare twenty years ago... of something tall and shadowy, waiting for me at the end of the hall. And sometimes, I worry... I still haven't woken up. End ID]

[ochiody]

cw// body horror serennedy week day 3: plaga/re6 reunion!!

[m0rbs]

I put them in the goddamn backrooms

Ok I’m talking about it.

Each of the environments they land in is rather curated to their personality to fuck with them in a very specific way.

Kirk gets stuck in a soft two story 21st century era house, and he cannot leave. He can go into the garden but can’t get over the fence. The house itself is a bit of an entity (think casita from encanto I guess but much subtler and far more jarring) and Kirk makes friends with it and also maybe becomes horribly mentally unstable so sometimes Bones can’t tell if the house is alive or if Jim’s just losing it.

Kirk gets stuck in a soft two story 21st century era house, and he cannot leave. He can go into the garden but can’t get over the fence. The house itself is a bit of an entity (think casita from encanto I guess but much subtler and far more jarring) and Kirk makes friends with it and also maybe becomes horribly mentally unstable so sometimes Bones can’t tell if the house is alive or if Jim’s just losing it.

Bones lands in a seemingly neverending maze of pools and mirrors, and scavenges what he can from empty public pool locker rooms. It sucks and he hates it but occasionally the environment feels bad about his poor meow meow vibes and procures a hospital stretcher to take a nap in. He finds Kirk eventually because he’s chased in the right direction by a fucked up beast in a torn up Starfleet uniform.

Spock’s location screws him up big time. It has way more genuine horror elements and dangers beyond environmental ones. He can’t really be called what he was before and was obviously the one that chased Leonard to Kirk’s location. Once they realize it’s him and Jim makes Bones push him out the front door because he can’t leave on his own, Jim goes “look! I fixed him!” but even Spock’s newly humanoid form is kind of horrifying.