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A Terceira Porta do Inferno, 1989. Dir: Claudio Fragasso.
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making the post did not exorcise the idea from my brain well enough so i had to draw smth for it >_< heehee. dw etho will drop the ladder for bdubs once he gets up <3
timelapse under the cut ✨ warning for flashing lights
EDIT: extended (slowed down) timelapse here
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saw the ghoul design in the new fallout tv show
#'we wanted him to be hot'#im so flabbergasted#u know what would be hot? a man that looks like a monster but still has charisma#a ZOMBIE MAN. he doesnt even have contacts??? at least make his sclera jacked up????#pissed#fallout tv show#fallout#fallout 4#ghouls#body horror
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🎉It's Left 4 Dead bday today :D
#why are half life and l4d bdays so close together...#myart#left 4 dead#left 4 dead 2#l4d#l4d2#l4d zoey#l4d francis#l4d louis#l4d bill#nick l4d2#ellis l4d2#rochelle l4d2#coach l4d2#l4d hunter#idk how to tag these characters#is it name first or game first#left4dead#all survivors#zombies#the silly babies that inspired me to make this blog#yeah the lime is for l4d#anniversary
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☀️ Summer bucket list
🧺 Have a picnic with freshly sourced ingredients 🤿 Go for a swim 🌕 Discover the pleasure of sun moonbathing
#ts4#sims 4#the sims 4#ts4 render#ts4 edit#sims 4 edit#sims 4 render#sims#simblr#sim#ts4 screenshot#summer#zombie#vampire
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Scott: you wouldn't hurt a sweet innocent gayboy would you?
Behind you are his two girlfriends (read: besties) who are ready to enforce the fact that you will not hurt the sweet innocent gayboy
His dad is also behind you, but it's unclear whether he's also threatening you, or just there to drive them home (secretly his has rigged the floor beneath you to drop you into a pit of snakes)
#wild life smp#wild life#team pics#final girlies#team 4 g#scott smajor#smajor#smajor1995#dangthatsalongname#pearlescentmoon#zombie cleo#impulsesv#this is their team to me#and i love them dearly#a feral dad and his feral kids
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Dead Center
#illustration#artists on tumblr#artph#illustration artist#digital illustration#sketch#digital art#environment art#ink drawing#comic art#left 4 dead fanart#left 4 dead 2#l4d#l4d2#zombies#video games#video game art#fan art
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If I were a zombie..
#resident evil#resident evil 4#leon kennedy#ashley graham#leshley#ashleon#leon and ashley#zombie!au#zombie
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you're never gonna see me this active again i'm afraid. the brainworms are taking me over (60% chance of even more DE portraits coming up)
#disco elysium#hermitcraft#zombie cleo#ethoslab#art out the oven#look i did not choose this brainrot. I DIDN'T. it's coming back in FULL FORCE and this means you're probably not getting art for a month#also god kim i love you but your portrait is a BITCH to recreate. shoutout to the 4 (estimated) different portrait styles in de#Disco Hermits AU#2022 me was so based for doing this with aa characters... medgeworth disco portrait wip i miss you every day.....#[scheduled]
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L U N A R N E W Y E A R
🐭 ⋘ Hair | Hat | Rat* | Earrings | Hanbok* | Shoes 🐮 ⋘ Hair | Flower | Top | Skirt | Shoes 🐯 ⋘ Mask | Hand Preset | Loincloth | Tiger (cat) 🐰 ⋘ Hair | Hair Acc | Necklace | Dress
🐲 ⋘ Hair | Horns | Top 1*2 | Acc* | Tail*+ Scales 1,2 🐍 ⋘ Hair 1,2,3 | Hat | 🦋 | Outfit | Snake* | Tail 1,2 🐴 ⋘ Hair | Hat | Top | Skirt | Shoes 🐐 ⋘ Hair | Headdress | Dress | No-Feet
🐵 ⋘ Hair | Hat | Dress | Shoes | Blossoms |🐒+🖐🏽 🐔 ⋘ Hair | Wings | Tongue* | Jewelry | Dress | Claw 🐶 ⋘ Hat* | Scarf* | Straw | Outfit | Katanas 🐷 ⋘ Hair | Hat | Outfit + Legwarmer* | Shoe* | Nails
+* Clipping
* Edited to fit the design
* Base Game
C r e a t o r s
🐭 @goamazons @magpiesan @kismet-sims @yakfarm @rimings @rustys-cc 🐮 @simandy @dizzyrobinsims @marsmerizing-sims @dallasgirl79 🐯 @vapidsims @ssspringroll @xldsims @dustyrat 🐰 @sixcircles @palacesims4
🐲@sixcircles @zynoox @maye @julhaos @srta-leila @dansimsfantasy @shandir @astya96cc 🐍 @luutzi @wenwem @simbience @1-800-cuupid @ommosims @natalia-auditore 🐴 @daylifesims @marsmerizing-sims 🐐 @sixcircles @wenwem @kotehok @snaitf
🐵 @plantainboat @zeussim @jius-sims @dansimsfantasy @kalino-thesims 🐔 @simandy @asansan3 @maya @zeussim @regina-raven 🐶 @natalia-auditore @myfawnwysimblr @the-daydream-archives @sims-musou @studio-k-creation 🐷 @zao @maya @charonlee @feralpoodles
🏮 H a p p y L u n a r N e w Y e a r ! 🏮
#I'm really happy you enjoyed the series!#It was truly heartwarming to see everyone rooting for their own zodiac <3#as a lil thank-you here's the complete collection of zodiac CC!#the sims 4#lunar new year#sims 4 lookbook#sims 4 cc#sims 4 occult cc#asian attire#sims 4 for rent#sims 4 snowy escape#Jeoseung Saja#Toyol#Chang'e#Moon Goddess#dragon#ts4 mermaid#naga#ts4 puppet#ts4 plant sim#Manananggal#ts4 vampire#inugami#yokai#ts4 werewolf#Jiangshi#ts4 ghoul#ts4 zombie#mythology
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Hi : -] 💚 I've been working on and off on this little comic for months; I'm happy its finally done. This is a first kiss/confession combo for my little Steve + Zombie story ! link, link.
(Yes I have heard that one zombie song and I've watched that one zombie romance movie, its ok.)
All dialogue under the cut!
Steve: Ah- fuck- did I misunderstand you? I'm- I didn't- I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have-
Zombie: You... Steve do you like me??
Steve: ... Uh. Yeah... I do
Zombie: [giggle] Ah... I... uhm... I didnt think that was possible...
Steve: Oh... Why?
Zombie: [sigh] because I'm dead, and an enemy of yours. I assumed you wouldn't like that.
Steve: You're not my enemy, and you're UNdead.
ah.. there's a lot of things I like about you.. y'know? for starters I think youre really cute, um. very handsome, and.. um.. looking at you kinda makes me lose my breath sometimes, and makes me feel like. floaty, or fluttery, if that makes sense.. and the way you act can be really odd, in a very endearing and charming way, you get excited over the weirdest little things.. it makes me wish i could look at the world through your eyes.. and I just love to talk with you, about anything and everything, its become like a highlight of our mining sessions..
I really fell hard for you--
Zombie: -- I like you too.
Steve: I noticed.
#minecraft#minecraft zombie#Minecraft Steve#comic#Steves zombie bf#I should just make them a tag 4 them 2gether in my blog : -1#art
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He's ready to beat someone 🥁
#kamen rider#kamen rider geats#kamen rider buffa#michinaga azuma#tokusatsu#fanart#artists on tumblr#in the loving memory of 10 secs of beat buffa on screen in the whole series — as far as i remember at least#i actually have two other beat buffa sketches that i planned to do but i have sO MANY OTHER SKETCHES#like — i have one that beat buckle is on the lower part while his zombie claws are on coughs undead coughs fire#and the other is pretty much buffa humming his char song and tycoon and na-go are like wtf#i mean— what do you mean undead fire was not entirely created and composed during those 10 secs?#speaking of which can i just say undead fire is such a hella name the person who chose it was writing fire . gif#you ppl with undead fire on your handles know what i mean right#out of curiosity: as i write those tags the current ratio of buffa/nonbuffa arts in my rider folder is about 3/4
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my l4d faves on the same canvas as god intended
#cheez rambles#my art#fanart#fandom character#l4d nick#nick l4d2#rochelle l4d2#l4d rochelle#left 4 dead 2#left 4 dead#// no more arguments- the colour blue and the colour pink are friends and they fight zombies together!!!!#// i love u team hater!!
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gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss, grown man
#impulsesv#hc impulse#impulse#hermitcraft impulse#zombie cleo#zombiecleo#scott smajor#dangthatsalongname#pearlescentmoon#pearl#wild life smp#wild life spoilers#life series spoilers#traffic series#wlsmp spoilers#the final girls#life series smp#final girls#4 girls#trafficblr#life series#wild life
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𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗼 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗺 🤍
Boys by Girls Magazine - Issue 16
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The End
Wally Clark x Reader
Two people died on September 23rd, 1983. One laid out on a football field before hundreds of people, and the other left behind on the cold floor of the boy's locker room.
Word Count: 1.7k
Tags: Sexual assault, semi-graphic depictions of SA, including: almost direct aftermath, reader is naked in the beginning, mentions of blood, and implied loss of virginity via SA, flashback to SA; death, reader's death is overlooked, ANGST
Characters: Wally Clark, Reader, Dalton (OC)
Read it on AO3!
A/N: The Doors title. Hey ya'll. I cannot believe the love I've been getting on this page, and it's driving me past my writer's block more than anything. With school starting, I can feel the academic anxiety kicking in, but I use my writing as a coping method when I can. This story has very intense topics (as stated in the tags) and is not meant to idealize any topics in any way. This was inspired by @general-fanfiction's Hopes and Fears series (GO READ IT RN), and @whoopsyeahokay's October Sun series (ALSO GO READ IT RN). If this story is well received, or I just feel the urge to, I'll probably turn it into a series (bc this sucks as a one-shot). As always, please heed the warnings, and read only if you're comfortable.
Part 1 | Part 2
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Blood was everywhere.
It slid down your legs and dribbled onto the cold floor of the locker room. Every inch of your skin felt like it was too tight for your bones, and all you wanted to do was reach down your throat and rip out your heart.
Copper flooded your mouth. The tang brushed against the back of your chattering teeth, and all you could think about was how you wanted to crawl to the nearby shower and let it run until one of the coaches found you and dragged you out.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
Move. You told yourself. All of your limbs ached. Nothing felt real.
You didn’t want this to be real.
It was supposed to be kind. Gentle. An act out of pure love.
Standing up proved to be hard, and it was like no one was able to hear you screaming out for help. Filtered out by the people flooding the halls, hustling to the big homecoming game going on that night.
The tiled walls provided little help as you brought yourself to a standing position, walking slowly as you felt your feet brush against the pile of your shoes, pants, and underwear on the floor. The touch stopped your heart, breaking a new tier of hate and regret across your body.
He said he loved me.
You turned on the shower, cranking the knob to the hottest setting, knowing that the water wouldn’t get anywhere near warm. Water slid harshly over your body, and you felt it pelt against spots of dried blood on your thighs.
You wished you never come to this stupid football game.
You wished you weren’t as ignorant, or as gullible, or as love-blind as you had been in the past three months.
You wished you never met him.
His face felt bitter and sharp in your head, poking and prodding, as if trying to stick the memory of his hands on you for eternity.
Time passed irregularly, no one came in or out of the locker room, and you were sure that the football game had to have reached its end by all of the cheering and yelling you heard outside.
After using all of the hot water in the gym wing, you slowly walked to the lines of lockers, trying even glimpsing in the direction of your clothes. tried to open every locker until one popped open, revealing a pair of grey sweatpants, a sweatshirt, a muscle tank, blue gym shorts, and a matching varsity jacket with #57 stitched on the arm.
You grabbed the matching sweatsuit, balling it in your arms and silently apologizing to the boy you’d never return the clothing to.
He probably won’t even notice, you told yourself.
You turned the corner around a line of lockers and you could swear you were going crazy. A bare foot poked out from behind the last line of lockers, limply tilted against your pile of clothes, painted a chipped wine red.
You blinked hard, looking down at your own chipped wine-red toes, and you clutched the clothing you stole to your naked body. The cotton was soft compared to the cold tile bracing against your feet, and you brought your eyes to look back to the pile of clothing on the floor.
Bile pooled at the back of your mouth as you hesitantly stepped closer to the foot that hadn’t disappeared. You’re going crazy, you told yourself, but the more and more you stared at the limp, pale body - your limp, pale body - whose features were more of a brutal mass than a face, the less it was going away.
You barely made it past the urinals and into an open stall before you dry-heaved into a toilet.
You were dead.
You couldn’t be.
As you zipped up the stolen hoodie and sweatpants, you tried to remember it all. Kissing under the bleachers before the game, him asking you to come with him while he grabbed something from his gym locker.
Every agonizing second you asked him to stop, to stop pressing you into the lockers because one of the locks was digging into your back; his decrepit hands sliding at your waistline, pushing and prodding past the fabric of your clothes.
Nothing would come up from your stomach.
Could ghosts vomit? You asked yourself, slowly standing to your feet and walking back over to your dead body.
Conversations started to flood the hallway, every muscle in your body coming briefly to attention before you flew out the door and screamed into the rushing crowd of students.
“Hello?” You called out, reaching your arm into the crowd, only to watch it get run through like something out of Star Wars.
Your body became hot, and even though you knew deep down that no one could see you, you pushed your tears back down your choking throat and felt your cheeks heat up with shame.
You walked into the crowd, who was thinning out the further you got from the hallway. Your body tensed for a moment, seeing the lights of police cars and ambulances pulling up to the school. Expecting to see the paramedics rushing toward your body, you waited for them to split the crowd, to start heading toward the school, but they were bolting the other way.
Straight toward the football field.
This school has to be fucking cursed.
One of the players was splayed out on the field, his head gently being lifted as paramedics were tugging his helmet off his head. The football team from whatever school yours was playing against was sitting on the bench, whispering and pointing to another one of their players who was talking to a police officer further down the field.
57.
The number sewn on the jacket hanging among the clothes you stole stood out against the dark blue of the player’s helmet. People gasped and a woman cried out as the paramedic set the helmet aside, revealing the face of the school’s resident golden boy; a dark bruise crawled up his neck, and his mouth guard slid between his lips as his limp head hung unnaturally over his shoulder.
You walked closer, straight through the forming line of police officers, and looked into the field. At the edge of the bleachers, waving his arms around and yelling into a silent group of people, stood Wally Clark.
Wally Clark is dead.
Just like I am.
You took off running, the activity coming easier to you when you were alive.
Alive.
“Wally!” You called out, and the football player snapped his body to your voice, his eyes wide and seeming relieved that someone was talking to him.
You stopped, resting your hands on your hips as he hopped down from the bleachers.
“What’s happening? Why- why is no one talking to me? What did I do?” He asked, skipping the formalities. He came to stand on the field before you, the football gear he was wearing sending a rush of debilitating shame through your body.
You faltered for a moment, his face flashing in your eyes before you rubbed your face back to reality.
“You didn’t do anything, Wally.” You managed to push out, pushing your eyes anywhere but on him.
“Then what is happening? I feel like I’m going crazy, one minute I’m running with the ball, and boom- I’m at the bleachers, trying to get my mother to talk to me and she won’t even look up at me. I know she’s pissed at me about going on the bench, but I mean I got back in the game, and now I’m guessing coach is pissed at me on insisting to get back in and-”
“You’re dead.” You cut off his rambling, forcing yourself to meet his face without looking away after a second, “I mean, I think we’re both dead.”
First, he smiled. Like what you said was some kind of joke. After you said nothing, he started toward the sidewalk, where his mother was now alongside a stretcher being lifted into an ambulance. You could see the tears on her face from where you were, each step you followed Wally, the easier it was to see her sorrow.
Then, as he was following his mother, he suddenly was gone, like he was plucked off the Earth by God himself.
That was until you turned to see him standing on the football field, right where his body was previously lying, tugging at the roots of his hair.
You hovered your foot, leveraging that if you stood on the sidewalk, you would be slingshotted back to the men’s locker room.
You decided to trust your gut and instead talked to Wally.
“I can’t be dead, I mean, that would mean you’re dead, and I literally saw you in the hallway this morning,” Wally said as he paced in a small area before you, “and I know for sure that I saw you because you were hanging around Dalton’s locker, which was weird because everyone on the team thought he had some college girl or something he was hanging out with-”
You didn’t register some of the words he was saying, instead you tried to control your thoughts from ripping you back to your last moments on earth at his name.
“-I mean, do you even know how crazy this sounds?”
You took in a shaky breath, wiping your hands over your face to poorly conceal any emotions that unwillingly spread onto your features, “Yeah, but that’s the thing, Wally. I am dead.”
Saying you were dead for the first time out loud was a lot heavier than you thought it would be.
You’re pretty sure that if the insanity of Wally being killed hadn’t overridden your brain, you would be somewhere huddled up and screaming for some greater power to give you eternal rest.
“What? That’s not possible, I mean, the people you were here with would’ve noticed you were gone. Dalton would’ve noticed you were gone.”
You didn’t want to give his name as much power as you did, but your body tightened up hearing it. You didn’t correct him, instead opting to stare at the dark woods on the far end of the field, your eyes burning once more.
“Y/N,” you were a little surprised that he knew your name, and even more when he stood in front of you with the most gentle expression you’d ever seen, “what happened after school? How did you die?”
#wally clark#school spirits#wally clark x reader#milo manheim#wally clark smut#wally clark angst#maddie nears#xavier baxter#simon elroy#rhonda school spirits#zed necrodopolis#zombies 4
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