#cw disturbing themes?

[aburninghill]

The body, the haunted house.

Those Times by Anne Sexton // Dream House by Shanice Bloodbloom // Walking House by Laurie Simmons // Ash by Tracy K. Smith // One need not be a chamber by Emily Dickinson // Deconstructa III by Tania Font // Housewife by Anne Sexton // Femme Maison by Louise Bourgeois // The Haunting of Hill House by Mike Flanagan // My House by Loren Siems // The Architecture of Deconstruction by Mark Wigley // Anatomy by Kitty Horrorshow

[an-albino-pinetree]

@berdlygaming-724 thank you for the inspiration, this one’s for you -v-

Here’s some goofy doodles of @sm-baby ‘s Carnival!Jax as a Dead By Daylight killer-

That being said, I’m uncomfortable with tagging this as Dead By Daylight fanart, A: because this isn’t my character B: because the media and fandom in which this idea that isn’t mine came from, is wildly different, so I’m just not gonna do that-

Also I’m sorry if those perks suck lmao, I love the game but I haven’t played in ages and never researched the perks, just killer lore—

[r0tt3n3ldr1tch]

This post contains gore artwork and disturbing themes. The pumpkin picture is seen as your final warning to the artwork in question. (My content is for 16+ mainly by default)

"Oh, you would make a great jack o' lantern.. for a human."

Happy Halloween everyone. I sadly can't participate with Goretober due to issues and I'm slammed this month. Hope that's fine.

Speedpaint is below:

[bittyfromquotev]

I would like to hear about it :]

GASP!

YAYYY

OKAY OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT— (disturbing themes below)

In the CFAU, most of the TSAMS cast is a bunch of extended family. However, the “main” cousins (non-distant ones) are Lunar, Solar and Jack, all brothers. I still want Solar to have that little bit of trauma, but where to fit his traumatizer? Then it hit me.

Make him their father.

To explain, Solar’s Moon is not abusive because of the loss of a brother. He don’t give a SHIT about his brothers. This is about the loss of his WIFE. Solar’s Moon, Gibbus, had a wife named Sunflower. She died giving birth to Jack.

Jack was immediately put into foster care and they sent Lunar to live with his cousins (for Eclipse trauma along w/ Sun, Moon, and the BM twins). Solar was the only one that stayed. For some reason, idk just yet, Gibbus blames Solar for Sunflower’s death.

So, over the years, Gibbus forced Solar to help him sew her arms and head onto his body. Yeah. Great way to help a child deal with trauma.

But guess what? Though he’s WITHOUT A DOUBT CRAZY, he’s free to just exist. Why? Because there’s no mental health policies for their species yet. He’s been banned from family reunions.

Thank you for listening to my rant lol :)

[not-souleaterpost]

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[hyperlazerr]

GORE WARNING!!

I was mad and really stressed but this was really fun to draw actually and now I feel better

Tbh the bruises were supposed to be shadow but honestly I like the idea of it being bruising

[redd956]

Whump Drabble: Language Barrier

CW: Violence and disturbing themes

Okay so like...language barriers in whump....I wanna see it

Just lime imagine the possibilities that language barriers bring to the storytelling table anyway. Characters that cannot understand each other not because of a disability, but because they just happen to be from different places. They hear each other’s tone mostly, but they can’t decipher anything they say.

Now imagine that in whump.

Whumper whispering into whumpee’s ear, as they recoil in fear having no clue what they’re even saying. Whumpee just learning to respond to shouting in disarray instead of memorizing the words. Even though whumpee knows better they come to associate the language with bad happenings. Maybe they lose the will to learn it at all, because they don’t want to know what whumper was saying.

 Maybe whumper knows whumpee’s language, maybe they don’t, it doesn’t really matter to them anyway. Imagine whumpee coming to learn the language in backwards ways picking up on words and saying from whumper, until they learn how to speak it brokenly.

Imagine caretaker and whumper speaking the same language, sharing the same language barrier with whumpee. Imagine caretaker complimenting whumpee and they respond in fright because whumper always complimented them after sessions. Maybe they assumed that a compliment truly meant something else, and have never been corrected.

Maybe the language barriers serves nothing as a further obstacle for whumpee, where they just can’t understand their whumper or caretaker. Maybe there’s another whumpee stuck with them. Do they know each other’s language by chance? Or is whumpee just as lost for them. Imagine second whumpee translating whumper’s words to the other. Or maybe its a tri-language barrier and no one knows whats going except whumper.

Just the fear of whumpee not knowing what’s going on. They don’t know what they did, or why whumper is doing this.

[jombenz]

“The serpent tricked me, and I ate.”

[ofishialy]

Our family photo

[pjunicornart]

CW: Disturbing Imagery/Vent Art

WARNING: The following images have caused my partner to have a headache, stomach knots, and an overall un-comfy feeling. Not everybody will experience this, but I'd thought I'd warn you to be safe. Implications by this image may leave you with a similar feeling. Do not forget that this is considered vent art, so it is a reflection of my current mental state. Viewer discretion is STRONGLY advised.

Hey, remember Researcher Twilight? Well here's Researcher Lewis. He's currently conducting research on beings from across the multiverse.

His best subject is a being from multiverse Sector U, Area 5,607. A familiar face to some, I'm sure. He's a skeleton... made of paint? Lewis just had to document this. He calls him "Subject 07". He knows his name probably has something to do with the jacket he refuses to be parted with.

The brain of a creature holds many secrets... Lewis somehow reversed development on Subject 07's brain. He now has a cognitive ability comparative to a child. He seems to really love drawing. He's taken a liking to Lewis, referring to him as "Daddy" and usually going to him for comfort or to ask for something he wants.

The scariest part is... Lewis isn't a complete monster. He still has a sliver of humanity. Maybe it's a sick, twisted infatuation, but Lewis has grown a sort of "love" for his best subject. Franny doesn't quite understand it. When she's not around, Lewis calls him PJ. PJ doesn't like the "Mean Lady". She always gives him his medicine.

It was really only a matter of time before I posted some vent art on here. Haven't been in the best mental state as of late... but anyways... Call me weird, but I think I wanna do more with this. I dunno. It's an interesting concept, and I am no stranger to dark stories. In fact, I think I'm quite good at it.

We'll see, though. I feel like I need to draw PJ receiving a giant teddy bear from Lewis to somehow rectify this.

[faefrosting]

So I've been drawing in a game called "Mare Quest"

It's very goofy

[kudamono94]

栽培 (Cultivation) - Wally Darling Short AMV/Edit  (CW: Scopophobia, Disturbing Imagery, Blood?)

So after going through some of my favorite Utaite playlists a while back, I came across a cover of this song by the Utaite RAY MORRIS and thought to myself, ‘you know, this song and the lyrics really fit this guy, I should mash them together :3′ and now you have this~

That said, seeing as this is the 3rd video I’ve made now, I tried to put a lot of work and effort into it compared to my last edits (to the point I spent almost 3 weeks on it, from editing to getting just the right pictures, etc.), and after FINALLY learning how to use the Tumblr video option, I’m pretty satisfied with how everything turned out, so I hope you enjoy :)

As such, please make sure to heed the content warnings before clicking on the video, and make sure to give a huge thanks to @partycoffin for making this guy because without them Wally nor Welcome Home wouldn’t exist!

Lastly, just like with my Hu Tao edit, nothing in this video belongs to me!!!

The art I used is from both Tumblr and Twitter, and for a complete list of the artists I used as well as a link to their original works along with the name of the song in the video, pls see below:

Original Song: 栽培 (Cultivation) - appy ft. KAFU

Cover by RAY MORRIS, which you can listen to here (pls give it a listen, he did a fantastic job imo and this is one of my favorite covers from him)~

List of Artists Used:

@partycoffin (OFFICIAL ART : pls go check out their amazing art for their wonderful OCs for this ARG)!

@qep0ermint (FAN ART)*

@sealemoons (FAN ART)

@diamondnature2​ (FAN ART)

@ClNsg79 (FAN ART)

@evilhal0 (FAN ART)

@catmochi_ (FAN ART)

@pbpanicbutton (FAN ART)

@then_i_didnt (FAN ART)

*Please note I put the ‘FAN ART’ tag on the other artists because I have seen other accounts impersonating the OG creator, and while I myself am aware of the different fan art used in this video (as well as that these artists made the fan art in question), I just wanted to let others know what is official and what is fan made to avoid making this problem worse.  That said, in addition to checking out the OG creator of Welcome Home, pls consider supporting these wonderful fan art creators too!

[ravelqueen]

Slow Damage (as expected of a nitro+chiral game) is sure fucked up but in a pleasing twist its actually the protagonist who is the main shit stirrer

The fact that this masochist twink with no regards for his own personal safety is even still alive at this point is clearly only down to Taku and Rei

Art is really pretty though! If bloody!

(Cw blood violence disturbing themes)

(Also man Towa is going to infest my brain: slutty twink with no self preservation and a deep ass voice? SIGN ME UP)

[ariadondo-trackingfossils]

Altar

Implied execution and emotional incest, read the tags for more information and then come back.

Or not if you wish so, the topic is heavy after all.

Hugo's reocurring dreams start as he faints, induced by his nameless curse when it harms him too much. The place is a pure white castle, decorated with long red carpets and a clear blue sky beyond the giant narrow windows. He wakes up in front of a dressing table, shorter and slimmer just as when he was a small child. He takes notice of a black silky suit and bowtie resting on the table and despite his hesitance he tries them on, a perfect fit. This is the checkpoint for each dream.

The door to the central room is closed shut. In the meantime he ventures further into the castle, finding new rooms and preparing himself for a final event of which he knows nothing. Sometimes flowers in their vases, weapons hanging from their shields and mannequins speak of his return, back to the destiny he escaped. When Hugo finally opens the central room he can se a gigantic altar with all kinds of sculpted saints with their pale tunics on the side, red flowers growing from the walls towards the stained glass and offering baskets hanging from red benches, filled with candies. There's a short figure at the end of the room. After following the red carpet he arrives in front of the mahogany table with bread, wine, a dagger with bright colored gems on its handle and the figure that was the kneeling eternal fiancee dressed in white lace. Everyone have been waiting for the wandering son.

The fiancee turns to look at him with hidden eyes still, takes his small chubby hands and tugs them to the edge of the veil, leaving purple marks. It would be very rude to abandon this person now before the clamor of the windows' metal frames and trembling decoration, so he lifts the cloth. The crown's white gems shine above her head. Wheat locks open way and allow Hugo to see his mother's pale face greeting him with a warm, forgiving smile. He returns the gesture and can't resist the tears in his eyes when he's invited once more to her destined arms, just like that person of weak neck and droopy eyes was a long time ago. And just like that man Hugo would offer himself as a lamb to the altar if she so wished.

Then the blade falls where the mind and body meet.

[latenightdaydreams]

Trucker!König x Stranded!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Part 2 🚚, Part 3, Part4, Part5

🚫MASSIVE TRIGGERS FOR DARK THEMES!!!🚫 If this is disturbing for you please turn back now. Your mental health is important and I hope you have an amazing day even if you keep scrolling! ily all! I hope you are all well and please take care of yourselves! You matter 💗

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Master List

>cw: fem/afab, oral, cum play, non-con somnophilia, non-con, sleeping pills, kidnapping, non-con recording

2.3k word count

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“Fuck!” You shout slamming the hood of your car down. On your way through the countryside on a road trip, your car decided to break down. You’re in a foreign country, the sun is setting, and having no one to help leaves you feeling overwhelmed and defeated. You sit back in your car and begin to cry. In your mind driving solo across Europe was going to be a piece of cake, yet here you are because you tried to save money and got a piece of shit car.

The sound of a semi-truck braking gets your attention as you look into your rear-view mirror to see a blue truck had pulled off and stopped behind you. In a hurry you pull down your visor to check yourself as you wipe tears away and try to relax your face. You close it just in time to see a massive man jump out of the cab of the semi and walk in your direction. A wave of fear rushed over you as you realized you have no items for self-defense on you.

 A knock on the driver’s side window, and the tall trucker steps back and stares at you with piercing blue eyes. Taking a deep breath, you open the car door and step out. His eyes look you up and down.

“Are you stranded?” His voice is smooth with a thick Austrian accent.

“Yes, I am.” Your voice cracks from the nervousness you’re feeling. He is built like a tank and like, really fucking tall.

He gives you a small nod before extending his hand to you, ��I’m König.”

“Y/n,” you grab his hand and shake it. His hand is massive and swallows yours.

“You’re not from here, are you?” He gives you a warm smile trying to be nice.

“I’m not…”

“Do you have anyone here you can call?” The question seems innocent enough.

“No, I don’t. My phone has no signal either.”

“Hm,” König looks at your car and then to you once more. “Well, I can’t possibly leave you here alone, especially with it getting dark... where were you heading?”

“I was heading to the German border.”

“Hm, that’s a six-hour drive Maus.”

“It’s okay if you can’t-”

“I can, I’m heading that way. I’ll drive you as close as I can get and help you get set up with a ride in.” He gives you such a genuinely warm smile that you feel your guard beginning to drop.

“I- I really appreciate that, König.” You turn to go to your car and open the back seat to grab two small suitcases out.

“I’ll grab those for you Fräulein.” König walks behind you and gently reaches past you to grab your bags. The sweet vanilla body lotion you’re wearing catches his attention and he tries to take a deep breath as discreetly as he possibly can.

You back away, slightly bumping him. “Oh, sorry. Thank you so much König. You’re like a God send.”

He smiles back at you while holding your bags and closing the car door, “Is this all there is?”

“Yes, that’s it.” You two begin to walk towards the semi-truck as you look around the farm land.

Once to the truck König opens the door for you and helps you climb into the cab, his hand grazing your butt seemed innocent enough so you brush it off. It was most definitely not innocent. He is simply testing your boundaries and seeing how you’d react.

You set you bag down on the floor as König walked around to the driver’s side. He walks to the back of the cab and puts your bags on his small bed back there. He finally sits in the driver seat and looks over at you.

“Are you ready to go?” He asks in a gentle voice.

“Yeah,” you look out at the car that broke down on you feeling slightly sad.

“Don’t worry about that car,” König says, noticing your sad gaze. “I will help you out, I promise. I can’t leave a young woman stranded.” His smile is so warm and genuine, but the look in his eyes shows he has different motives with you.

As he pulled back onto the road König found himself checking you out. His eyes are drawn to the curve of your breast in your tight shirt and the way your thighs look as you sit down in the seat. He was going to have fun with you.

“So, where are you originally from?” He asks, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

You answer and explain how you have always wanted to visit Europe so on impulse you decided to come.

“A bit far from home aren’t you Maus?” He asks with a sly smile on his lips. “Do you even have any friends or contacts in any of these countries?”

“No, I don’t.” You shake your head not realizing these are questions you shouldn’t be answering truthfully.

“That’s a shame, you could get hurt out here. Good thing I came across you and not some… pervert.” He turns his gaze from the road to you and looks at how your breasts bounce with every bump he hits. He couldn’t wait to see what they actually look like, but in his head, he is running through every possibility.

“Yeah…thank you so much for all of your help. Really. I was about to give up and go back home.” You giggle softly.

Your giggle was so genuine and soft. Your lips look tender and kissable. He wanted to see how your lips look wrapped around his cock or sucking on his full nut sack.

“That would have been a shame, it’s good to explore. See the world and expand your horizon.” He says it so casually as if he isn’t thinking of shoving your head down on his dick and making you give him road head. I wonder if she does anal…

You both drive while having small talk. Innocent topics like your hobbies, home life, any little question he can drop to get more information out of you. The sun was now completely set and König noticed your eyes becoming tired as the drive went on.

“If you need to rest, there’s a small bed in the back. It’s not much, but if I can sleep on it, you’ll do just fine.” There’s a friendly chuckle in his tone as his eyes look over at you. Watching as you turn in the seat and look into the dark tiny cab with the bed. His eyes trailing up and down your legs before going back up to your eyes.

“Oh,” you couldn’t explain this feeling in your gut. It was as if it were screaming at you, telling you no and that you should stay awake. You really shouldn’t even be in this truck. Shoving those feelings to the side and excusing them as anxiety, you look back at König.

“Don’t worry, y/n, I don’t bite.” König says with a big smile revealing his sharp K9s. “You’ll be safe with me.”

You nod your head as you begin to stand and walk to the back, it was dark so you used your hands to guide you back there. It was simple since it’s a small space. Taking your bags off the bed and setting them on the floor, you lay down and rest your head on the pillow. Grabbing the thin blue blanket on the bed to cover yourself, you feel so happy to be in a bed, even if its this tiny.

König turns his head slightly to look back at you. It has been ten minutes so he wanted to know if you were asleep or not. 

“You settled in alright back there?” He waits to see if he hears your voice.

“No…” Your voice meek as if you feel bad you can’t fall asleep.

“Would you like a sleeping pill Maus?” Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes… “My doctor gave them to me to help with the uncomfortable sleeping situation.” He chuckles softly. That was a bold face lie, he got them from his handy dandy street dealer for a moment like this.

You know it isn’t smart to take medication from others, especially prescribed and from a stranger. You hesitate for a moment trying to think of your answer.

“Here,” he opens up a small pill organizer with one hand and holds them out for you to grab. His eyes are straight ahead still on the road.

You slowly get up and grab one, “Thank you.”

“You can take a sip of my water. I promise I have no gross germs.” He laughs, his laughs so warm and welcoming.

You take the sleeping pill and thank him again. Returning to the tiny bed in the back of the cab you try to get as comfortable as you can. You keep your eyes open for a while, looking at the little bits of König and the road you can see from the angle. By the time I wake up we should be close to the German border, and I’ll be able to continue on my way. This is just for a few hours…just…a few…more…

Twenty minutes pass as König continues to drive. There is a truck stop coming up where he can refill and where he’d usually rest. He looks over his shoulder at you again, “You still awake?” He asks rather loudly.

No response.

“Are you asleep?” He asks again at the same loudness, no response. “Perfect.”

König pulls into the truck stop as usual. He pulls up to the gas station and gets out of the semi to refill the tank and make sure all his wheels are in good condition. He buys you a drink and something to eat when you wake up from the concession area inside before you pay. He grabbed himself another water and a snack as well. Casually he got back to the truck and drove it around back to the parking lot where truckers can park and sleep for the night. He took his time setting up the window covers and making sure the doors were locked and safe. Standing in the now total darkness of the cab, he looks in your direction.

“Hey,” he said, lightly shaking your leg to see if you would wake up. You didn’t. Good.

He pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and pulls the blanket off of you. His hand caresses the curve of your waist, hip, and ass slowly taking his time to enjoy the way the curves feel. His hand wrapping around your ass and squeezing.

He turns on the light from his phone and illuminates the small cabin. He crouches down beside you and gently pushes your body back so you’re lying on your back now. His hand gently runs under your shirt and caresses the soft skin of your abdomen. His hand reaching up and cupping your breast over your bra. He lets out a soft sigh as he withdraws his hand.

“You’re so beautiful Maus, so beautiful…” He says as he slowly begins to pull your pants down. He opens the photo app on his phone and begins to take photos of your exposed body, only your panties and bra to cover you.

As he continues to shine a light on you, he pulls your bra down and records himself gently shaking your breast and caressing your nipples until they harden. He leans in and begins to suck on each nipple, making sure it’s all on camera. With his free hand he rubs the erection that is growing in his pants.

Pausing the recording he stands and undoes his belt buckle and then his pants, pulling them down to around his ankles. He releases his aching cock, a bead of precum dripping from the pinkish red tip. He picks back up the phone and points the camera back at you as he jerks off over your body.

His loud pants being picked up on the camera as he stops occasionally to rub your pussy through the fabric of your underwear, feeling a wet spot begin to form, or play with your breast before continuing to pump his fist on his cock.

You remain asleep, completely unaware of what was going on as König kneeled into the bed a little and scooped your drool up with the head of his cock, gently rubbing his tip over your soft lips. He spread your drool around the tip of his cock and used it as a lube for himself. He slapped your lips with his cock twice before gently trying to push it inside of your mouth. He moved his hand from around his cock to your jaw to hold it open as he slid himself in. His breathing shakes as he feels the wet heat of your mouth.

He slowly bucks his hips forward into you as he inches his cock in your mouth little by little. “Ja, that’s my good little Hure.” He moans out, his free hand traveling to your breast and squeezing your breast.

“Oh fuck,” König quickly moves his hand back to his cock as he begins to cum. He pulls out slightly so he can cum on your lips and in your mouth. His breathing heavy and he moans your name. Releasing his full balls completely on to you he smiles at his artwork. He slaps his cock on your lips a few more times before scooping it up with his cock and shoveling it into your mouth, making you eat all of his cum.

König stops recording once he is done and puts the phone down on the bed and he picks his pants back up. He would usually have his fun and drop the girl off somewhere safe, but you… you’re so beautiful. Your tits are perfection and he didn’t even get to try that pussy yet. You’re the type of woman that would never even give him the time of day outside of these circumstances. He’s keeping you. You’re his now.

Part2, Part3, Part4, Part5

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It would be such an honour...but i fear passing out before being able to finish baking them...it would also risk getting the cookies burnt if I managed somehow to stay awake till that part.

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