#blood memory

[lgbtlunaverse]

Nothing will dispell the "the curtains were just blue" myth faster than writing something yourself, because the amount of pretentious symbolism i am putting in my silly little fanfics is ridiculous. I mean SO much with these words, literally every single one of them. This fic has twenty five typos and zero correct uses of punctuation but if there's curtains you bet your ass I put thought into what colour they were.

[thatwritererinoriordan]

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres/techniques: anime horror

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Not beating the allegations.

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[orbees]

this gif [source] has absolutely been killing me. stomps on you to death. breasts boobily

[heatherchasesyou]

Who are you running from?

[vigilskept]

i knew it was going to be rough, but choosing to save minrathous over treviso as rook de riva is actually brutal

[letswonderspirit]

[bacchuschucklefuck]

doing chibi is a good design exercise bc it forces u to think on shapes n essential details, essentially thumbnailing ur designs. its also a terrible design exercise bc it ends up looking cute no matter what

[haunted-xander]

Looking for an angel

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 118

Everyone is freaking out. The titan tower was broken into, no signs of who it was, and Tim- Robin- is missing. There’s blood on the walls, taunting them, implying that Tim is going through agony, and they can’t deal with another dead Robin, they can’t- 

Meanwhile Tim is bemused, maybe a little concussed because that would explain things maybe, as he’s found himself in a living room full of books and there’s a pair of kids too? One is straight up adoption bait- wait no there’s three, with two of them being adoption bait and the third being a redhead. There’s a trio of small children there already playing by the couch he’s been bundled into. 

Where the heck is his mask- or his bo staff or any of his supplies- is that the fucking Red Hood?! No, couldn’t be, must be the concussion, because why would the Red Hood be feeding him a bowl of soup?

[pennywises]

THIRTEEN HORROR FILMS THAT SCARED TF OUT OF ME!

tag rules: select 13 horror films that at one point in time terrified the hell out of you (gifs optional)

tagged by: @animusrox

tagging: @losthavenmine @90scully @saw-x @stephendorff @dushku

@classichorrorblog @kizzyedgelll @rogerdeakinsdp @deadringers2023 @madeline-kahn

@j0el-miller @ethan-hawke @ricky-olson @ncutisgatwas @jodifosters and anyone who'd like to do this!

[erros429]

this is the sexiest frame in dungeon meshi. sorry tits out falin, you’re a close second

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Tokyo Blood (Sogo Ishii, 1993)

[bbygirl-aemond]

rhaenyra telling alicent that "history will remember you as a villain; a cold queen grasping for power and then defeated" while we know full well what history did to rhaenyra's memory gave me emotional damage

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Dead Brothers

Written for: Whumptober, prompt 4. HALLUCINATIONS Hypnosis | Sensory Deprivation | “You're still alive in my head.” (Billy Lockett, More)

"Danyal?"

His voice is shocked. Danyal doesn't understand what's there to be shocked about. He strikes again, aiming for his target's shoulder, quick and merciless, like the weapon he always was.

"Danyal, stop!" The target tries, dodging, and Danyal hears a tinge of plea in his voice. He doesn't care. And, he doesn't stop, of course - he is not to listen to commands of others. Only Grandfather's.

The boy in front of him doesn't fight back. Strange, Grandfather told him he was of the League. Maybe betrayal had softened him? Danyal narrows his eyes and strikes again, his blade reflecting the moonlight from the window briefly. His target steps back, avoiding the tip of it by mere inches.

"Ma bik, akhi?" The boy tries again as he keeps dodging and taking steps back to avoid Danyal's attacks.

Nothing is wrong with him. Danyal fails to understand the reason for the question. He is simply doing his job, one he was destined to do, one he was taught for. If this boy is not going to fight back, what is the reason for his dodging? He should simply succumb to the fate and accept his death.

...what did he call him?..

It doesn't matter. It's only a futile attempt to deceive him.

The hallway of the manor ends with a dead end, and his target is cornered. There's no escape now. Danyal lunges. The blade goes through the boy's shoulder with little effort, sharp and cold like ice. The moonlight from the window falls on the face of the boy, pinned to the wall like a butterfly.

His face is... familiar, somehow. Danyal has seen it before.

Yet, it's his eyes that cause him to still in his place. Dark and wide open, full of hurt and betrayal and, for some reason, hope. There are no tears - understandable, if the boy was one of the League once, he was trained to never cry, just like Danyal was.

His own eyes are burning with long forgotten tears.

The boy looks at him, blood streaming down his shoulder and leaving splotches on the carpet.

"...Danny," he whispers, and-

No, no-no-no, it doesn't matter, it doesn't make sense, he is a weapon, he has a mission, he-

It's not possible, he never had a-

"Brother," the boy, no, Damian says again, quiet and pleading, and Danny's eyes land on the blade again. Blood stains his brother's clothes, a dark, growing wet spot in the dim light of the moon.

Danny let's go of the hilt like it burns him and steps away, the memories locked away behind his purpose filling his head, speading and staining him, just like the bloody spot on Damian's shirt.

"Danny is dead," he tells the boy, shoving the undignified lump in his throat down, where no one can hear it. Damian looks him in the eyes without blinking.

"You were always alive in my head," he answers, almost soft, which is... Damian never talked like that before. Danny hates that he knows it.

He hates what he remembers. He hates that he remembers at all.

He turns away and runs.