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This is definitely one of my favourite IFs at the moment; Iâm greatly anticipating what the story has in store! Love your work.
Iâm curious on what ROsâ parents are/were like! Like their family backgrounds.
Spoiler Minefield. I'll give you a little something though. (Dark disturbing themes up ahead. Please be careful.)
Montholon Family
The Montholon family once ruled the four lands of Vathilia with an iron fist, but their reign was marked by greed and destruction. Artilius, born to a Chamberlain maid, witnessed his mother's tragic suicide due to the lustful advances of a powerful man who couldn't be satisfied with the countless beauties at his disposal.
Princess Alora Montholon, daughter of the empress, was caught in a compromising position with her own brother on the day of her coming-of-age ceremony. To save face, she was forced to marry her sibling, as the emperor believed a woman couldn't rule the country. The title of Crown Prince was bestowed upon Artilius, tasking him with producing an heir for the country of Nasmar.
Valenzuela Family
The Valenzuela family is part of a long and storied line of Zeniths, ancient beings born from the remnants of gods and goddesses. As such, they possess otherworldly abilities and a unique loyalty - they are bound to serve whomever sits upon the throne, without question or hesitation.
Glaurung and Levesque
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My apologies if I took so long to respond. Hope all is well. Thank you for the ask. â¤
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somethingâs got to give.
#demon blood sam winchester#wanted to mess around w the ai disturbance overlays n it lowkey fitted the theme#spn#spn fanart#supernatural#my art#sam winchester#season 4 my beloved
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Little doodle of the DCA as Pikmin :3c
Sun is a yellow Pikmin and Moon is a blue Pikmin!
#my art#fnaf dca#fnaf daycare attendant#Fnaf sun#Fnaf moon#moondrop#sundrop#Pikmin#I promise that this strange crossover has context lmao#the context is that someone is trying to convert me into a Pikmin Liker#and itâs working#unfortunately#POCKET SAND#I MADE IT DCA THEMED#GET DCAâD!!!! /j#apologies to the Pikmin folks I disturbed the slumber of with this lmao
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@berdlygaming-724 thank you for the inspiration, this oneâs for you -v-
Hereâs some goofy doodles of @sm-baby âs Carnival!Jax as a Dead By Daylight killer-
That being said, Iâm uncomfortable with tagging this as Dead By Daylight fanart, A: because this isnât my character B: because the media and fandom in which this idea that isnât mine came from, is wildly different, so Iâm just not gonna do that-
Also Iâm sorry if those perks suck lmao, I love the game but I havenât played in ages and never researched the perks, just killer loreâ
#I tried to make all the perks movie/film themed#my stuff#cw cartoon blood#cw disturbing imagery#not my character#tadc au#carnival!au#carnival au#carnival!jax#tadc#the amazing digital circus#tadc jax#jax#shitpost#?#kinda?
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I feel like yâall are not understanding the role of incest in gothic media like crimson peak
I keep seeing stuff like oh Lucille was just evil and abusive and Thomas is a poor little meow meow
They BOTH were horribly abused and isolated which led to the horror of the film, their incestuous relationship and murdering
Like the only reason Thomas even grew and changed was because he experienced a healthy love through Edith for the first time
She never got that and her obsession with him (which is super tied to her idea of safety and love and her FEAR) ultimately led to both of their deaths but this is a direct result the abuse she experienced
#this is reductionist but you see my point#she definitely has more of a predilection for killing than him but that also ties to their abuse#she took the brunt of the physical abuse and reacted with violence in the end#her violence is what protected her so yeah sheâs more inclined to use it and doesnât get why he wonât or is reluctant#crimson peak#incenst in gothic stories is there because itâs disturbing#posting this at 2am after watching it for the first time tonight and getting annoyed at some posts in the tag and YouTube âanalysisâ videos#one video said they love gothic movies and loved this and only docked the score because they didnât have to be siblings#like incest is a classic gothic theme idk what to tell you#my posts#posting when no one will see lmaoo
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you'll see them again !
too many thoughts and things done with Intent to fully explain myself . partially bc this was supposed to be much much longer, but i think i would like to play more in the space of post-game loop.
#finallyw finished the game . i'm dunking them into the primordial soup ^.^#before i forget#isat spoilers#isat act 6 spoilers#anyways . i created a very specific analogy of how the universe and the big bang Works when i was 8 and i will never shut up about it#whatever space our universe inhabits Was like a completely still lake and the big bang was something disturbing the surface.#our universe expands and will eventually run out of energy like a ripple on that lake#regardless of how their world Actually works . i think that something like that would be a popular belief in sif's country#vague idea rolling around . loop fades or is like . Somewhere Between. siffrin's unintentional rituals keep them around#something triggers them to properly exist again (i promise there are themes here) and they wash up on the shore of vauguarde#they are especially malleable for a little bit . kind of going through craft metamorphosis . they are given a place to stay for a while#there is more but these tags are already ridiculously long . someone talk to me abt them before i go nuts#frogart#m
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HII CAN YOU PLEASE DRAW SNIPERSPY PLEASE
okie dokie!! đ
#tf2#sniperspy#bloody suit#tf2 sniper#tf2 spy#blu spy#red sniper#sketch#tw // disturbing themes#tw // blood#i guess#toxic yaoi. so cool.#mel0 art
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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
#web weaving#the body as a haunted house#the haunted house as a body#haunted houses#terfs go away#anatomy#kitty horrorshow#save me feminist analysis of haunted house narratives#the haunting of hill house#cw disturbing themes?
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not to sound like an exclusionary bitch but some media has age ranges for its intended audiences and a significant number of problems arise when a fandom is comprised of people decidedly outside of that.
#'omg what is going on!!!! um! does anyone think this part of canon is really weird??? why would they add that!!!!!'#for the narrative! if its one that makes u uncomfortable you are welcome to go back to more age appropriate media!#may i suggest in the night garden or perhaps frozen 2#sorry im fineeee its fineee people can enjoy what they want and there are plenty of people of a certain age who Can understand the themes#but of ur finding it hard to understand or youre disturbed by canon material?? maybe its not for you???
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We have had decades upon centuries of proof that fiction doesn't impact reality the way you antis think it does. But here you are, denying the actual historical evidence because it's inconvenient for you. How sad.
Source?
Meanwhile, you can see media affecting reality through the most basic things by themselves: commercials, propaganda, and media representation. Moral lessons in cartoons, even, are smaller ways that media affects people's perceptions and ideals, causing ripple effects into the real-world.
Commercials are designed to make people desire a certain product over other products, for example.
Propaganda manipulates perceptions to garner support for a cause. There's plenty of examples including the infamous 'Donald Duck nazi cartoon'.
Media representation shapes people's views on minority groups. This is why minority representation matters.
There's also the fact that movies/tv shows have resulted in larger consequences: People used to underestimate and dismiss sharks before the Jaws movie, but the film completely shifted their perception. Now sharks are feared and were also hunted to endangerment, to the point the original author regrets making Jaws in the first place. Fifty Shades of Gray caused a sudden spike in hospitalization over bedroom-related injuries and effecting perception on fetishes.
Let me make this clear: I'm not saying you can't have abusive/unhealthy relationships in your media. I'm saying that it shouldn't be glorified/romanticized. I'm also not saying I want people to hold the audience's hand and talk down to them about right or wrong (Since I know that's a big strawman a lot of proshippers use)
I'm saying that if you have p*dophilia, abuse, or i*cest in your story, don't make it out to be a good or a healthy relationship.
The MAP situation exposed support for those real-world terrible individuals. Why feed into that with content geared toward that audience?
#opinionatedscreamsintothevoid#triggering themes#tw: disturbing content#anti proship#anti proshitter
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Healing Past Scars Chapter 4 Coffee Shop Of Horrors
Summary: After the dealing with so many traumatic incidents, our beloved meme guardain boys have to come into terms with both past and present scars. Will they be able to conquer them with an iron fist or will those same wounds destroy them both?
Tags: Suicidal Thoughts,PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Healing , Developing Relationship
Link to chapter 3âs Tumblr version is here, Ao3 link is here, and Wattpad link is here
TW: The following story contains dark themes such as PTSD, and disturbing imagery.
If there was one thing Three had wished for, it would have been over 1,000 cups of coffee to keep him awake.
The tired male sighs as he was getting everything ready to open up his coffee shop for the day. Last night definitely wasn't exactly the best sleep he's gotten and after waking up from that nightmare, he wasn't able to go back to sleep. Eggdog was at one of the tables, helping his Dad get the shop ready but at the same time keeping a close eye on him in case he had a similar freak out from last night.
SMG3 was getting all the coffee beans out, ready to be used for the day. The small whiff of the grounds helped him relax a little. He closed his eyes for a moment to smell the fresh coffee beans he was going to use very soon. The bell to 3âs Coffee N' Bombs rang, making the guardian open his red eyes and see who appeared so early in the morning.
If Three could laugh at the person that just walked in he would one hundred percent. Especially by how tired they looked and definitely was about to pass out on his cafe floor.
âSo I take it that the storm also had you go through a sleepless night?â He asked tiredly, not even bothering to try to tease the other male that sat on his counter and put his down exhausted as fuck.
âSays the one who hasn't realized he spilled his own coffee beans on himself.â His guardian companion and friend SMG4 mumbled under his breath.
The tired purple goth looks back at his opened coffee bag already half empty with most of the beans already on the floor. Three cursed under his breath as he put the bag on the counter where Four sat. He turns around and heads to the back to grab a broom, grumbling angrily as to how he's already done with the day and wants to go knock out on his bed again.
SMG4âs half lidded eyes observed his meme guardian partner from a far. A yawn escaped his lips as he raised his upper half from the counter to rub his blue eyes from exhaustion. He sits up a bit, stretching his upper body a bit to help wake himself up a bit and have that energy boost he's been needing since he got here.
SMG3 lazed his way to the backroom, getting the broom to clean up the mess he accidentally made earlier. A sigh escapes the man's lips as he grabs the cleaning item he needed to get it done and over it. His mind pondered back to the nightmare he had the night before. He groaned, annoyed wondering where the hell did that kind of vision even come from and how on earth did it even happen in the first place. He looks to a corner of the backroom and leaves the broom he previously grabbed and sets it at the corner so it doesn't fall. Three leans back at the wall, letting himself slide down to the floor. His red eyes drained from the lack of sleep. He closes his eyes for a moment wanting to take a mini nap before his work at the coffee shop begins.
Just a little nap couldn't hurt. That scrub will be fine with staying on the main floor alone for a bit without me, he thought to himself as he slowly drifted to sleep. The purple guardian hopes that with the nap he's getting, it'll be enough to help him regain his energy and go on with his day.
A soft windy breeze echoes around the male who is currently laying down in the field of grass at the Internet Graveyard. He sits up and stretches his arms, feeling refreshed from his nap in the outdoors. Three looks up to the clear sky blankly, his mind not fully processing what was going on. All of a sudden, his son with a cute little top hat appears from the wild to greet his Dad. He bounced on his lap and clicked happily, gaining the attention of the graveyard lord.
Three looks down to see his first child. A mixture of shock and confusion spreads across his face as he gently touches its face.
âTerrance?âhe began, âMy boy where have you been?â He asks the little creature staring at him blankly briefly before responding in its language. âYou've been at home? As in back at the coffee shop?â The ex villain asks once more earning a single click. The little Uganda knuckles gets off his lap and tries to direct him to where the meme once appeared.
The purple lad gets up from where he was once resting to see where his top hat son will lead him at. Once Terrance saw his father get up, the meme led the way to their old home. The ruby eyed male made sure to be up to speed with his child as he found it strange that he was walking a little quicker than usual.
As he was distracted on catching up to his deceased son, the air around him started to become colder, clouds started to form together as if it wanted to rain. Three senses something wrong in the air the minute he was seeing the sky get darker than usual.
Terrance clicks with glee as he charges full speed towards the thing that was waiting for them at the coffee shop. SMG3 gasps and he runs behind the speedy meme to stop him from accidentally hurting another being there. Out of breath Three managed to catch up to the little derpy knuckles and saw a familiar egg shaped meme. It was his other son, Eggdog. The little egg shaped dog looked at them both and barked happily at them. Terrance happily clicks to his dad signaling that his other brother was here waiting for the two of them.
âEggdog! I'm so glad your her-â
Thunder roars loudly causing all three of them to jump in fear from the sudden noise. Eggdog whimpers, fearing the loud thunder and runs to his father to seek comfort. The Uganda knuckles followed his brother as well, startled by the noise as well. Three hugs both boys close comforting them so they don't feel scared anymore. Rain started to pour down rapidly as Three and his children were getting wet.
âLet's go inside. I don't want you two or myself getting sick from this weather.â SMG3 said as he walked to the front door of his old home and opened it carefully. Once inside, both meme children hopped away from Three and entered deep into the dark coffee shop.
âTerrance! Eggdog! Wait, I need to turn the lights on first! Don't run in the dark!â He shouted concern for his children as he followed the boys further into the dark building.
The further he was walking into the void, the more his anxiety was building up. The ex villain cursed under his breath as he was walking into the sea of nothingness. All he wants is to make sure BOTH of his children are safe from harm.
Clicks and barking are heard in the distance, Three takes the chance to run as fast as his legs could carry him to the sound of their voices. He didn't care that his legs were on fire and his breath was starting to sting his lungs, all he wanted was to see his kids. Small dots of red and white were spotted and the goth lad couldn't be anymore happier to have found them.The dark void slowly turned into the current home he was living in. Colors of dark blue and yellow illuminated his new home. Three looked around aimlessly as he was trying to stop himself from having a panic attack from pure worry.
He looks down, finally seeing his beloved boys. Both children had their backs turned on him which confused the meme guardian. Three reaches out to both sons in hopes of them noticing his presence. A gasp of horror was heard once both children turned around to face Three at the same time.
What once was the happy go lucky Eggdog turned into an egg shaped eldritch goope that he had fought with his friends back at Peach's castle. Eyes forming all around the little creature terrified the purple guardian. As for what was once Terrance, the Uganda knuckles had turned its own creepy eldritch version, with one eye with a big zero covering almost his entire face. The older meme child was a bit bigger than Eggdog's form as the red meme only had half of its body, its ribcage and a bit of its left arm showing his bones while the right arm had SMG0âs arm.
Three looked at the duo terrified. Ruby red eyes filled with fear and sadness seeing the horrified forms of both of his meme children. He backed away slowly, trying to get away from the nightmare in front of him. Little did the guardian know, that something was already awaiting him as he ran towards the front of the cafe.
Something had taken ahold of SMG3 and dragged him back towards the backroom of his cafe. Three tried with all his might to get away from the thing that grabbed him. It was surprisingly strong yet it wasn't doing any harm to him.
âLET ME GO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!â SMG3 shouted loudly as he felt his entire body shaking from fear. He didn't dare to open his eyes until he felt something hugs him tightly.
A gentle, yet strong warm embrace of something trying to bring him comfort. Three stopped resisting and gasped for air. He looked around his surroundings and saw that he was back at the corner where he was resting earlier. He looked at the corner of his eyes to his worried son and his pal beeg SMG4 staring at him concerned.
âThank the memes you're awake! Your shouts startled us all and we went to check in on you to see if you were alright!â a familiar concerned voice spoke to Three. He looked at the source of the voice and it was none other than his meme guardian companion. His ocean eyes staring into his very soul. Three sighed in relief seeing the other male and smiled softly to him. Four smiled back, more awake than what he was earlier.
The two were like this for a while until Fourâs alarm rang from his phone. Both snapped out of the trance they had and composed themselves.
âDamn it Three, don't scare us like that again!â Four stated, upset about the whole thing.
âShut up Baka! I should be the one telling you that!â Three retaliated, a slight shade of pink forming on his checks. A bark from eggdog caught the attention of the two guardians. Three was shocked at eggdogâs comment.
âWHAT DO YOU MEAN I NEED REST?! I'm fine enough to function and work at my shop today!â SMG3 glares at his son. Eggdog growls in response knowing that his Dad is in dire need of rest. A little âughâ from beeg SMG4 was heard. SMG4 crossed his arms, rolling his eyes.
âBeeg we've been over this. I'm already used to being up late at night working on my videos. I'll be alright. If it helps, I can help cover for SMG3 so he can get some rest.â SMG4 suggested earning a groan from SMG3.
âOh no! You are NOT working at my cafe today! You were just as bad as I was earlier and almost looked like you were about to pass out on my floor!â Three exclaimed. Four glared at Three pouting at his response.
âAs if you are any better! I can still smell the spilled coffee beans you left on the floor!â Four shot back, annoyed by Three's stubbornness.
âListen here D tier scrub, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself and my business so just go back to circus tent and go the fuck to sleep.â
âFuck you Snitchy, I am not going anywhere! You need help running your shop! You literally look like shit! Did you even shower recently?!â
âWhy the fuck do I need to answer that?! When the hell was the last time you actually drank water and ate something properly?! Have you actually touched grass aside from coming here every damn morning?!â
A loud siren alarm was heard, stopping both guardians from their tracks. A big hand grabbed the duo and dragged them down to Three's evil lair. Both males where struggling to break free from handâs grasp.
Ding!
Both stopped trying to break free upon hearing the ding and were thrown to SMG3âs bed. Beeg SMG4 appears from the shadows with angry brows. Seconds later another ding of the elevator was heard and eggdog made his entrance not long after. Both meme parents glared at the duo before them. Eggdog was the first to break the silence. Three's eyes widened at his son's words and sighs sadly. Four looks at his sad friend. His once annoyed expression turned into a more concerned one. He turns back to his own kid. His short little âugh!â was more than enough for him to give in and smiled at his son sadly.
âAlright you two. You guys win. We'll take a break from work today and try to catch up on sleep.â SMG4 gently spoke to the memechildren. Both boys made noises of glee, finally convincing their parents to rest. Three looks at Four, seeing the bags from his eyes really had him questioning how Four really has been doing as of recent. He flops down at his pillow, staring at the ceiling lost in thought. Eggdog and Beeg both jump to the bed to join the guardian duo to make sure they actually rest and bring them both comfort.
Both males smiled at their children. All they wanted was to give them some comfort and have them relax considering how stressful both must have appeared. Four flops to the other pillow and turns to face his son. He hugs the little guy close, feeling himself relax as he holds onto him. Eggdog snuggled closely to Three, the egg shaped dog wanted to make sure that his Dad knew he had someone here for him and loves him a lot. He could feel his Dad's stache tickle his fur earning a happy soft bark from the good noodle.
I'm so sorry for worrying you so much little one. I promise I'll do better for your sake. Both males internally spoke in their minds to their respective children as they slowly drifted to sleep once more in hopes of a better dream.
#smg4#smg3#smg34#smg34fanart#smg4 fanart#smg3 fanart#smg4 fanfic#Healing Past Scars#merp#Smg4 fanfiction#tw dark themes#tw disturbing imagery#smg34 fanfiction#smg43
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TW BLOOD / DISTURBING IMAGERY (?)
This is Joey's silly anti-creep device! He calls it "the stretcher" :3
#tw blood#tw disturbing#theme park ocs#the smiler#alton towers#humanized version#ride ocs#rollercoaster oc#my art#alton towers oc#alton humans#smiler alton towers#alton towers smiler
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Daily excerpt from chapter 12 of Constellations:
âCan I ask you something?â âSure,â Efnisien said, nodding encouragingly. âYouâveâŚtalked about Lludd killing people casually in the past. Do you know if he killed anyone? For real?â Efnisienâs steps slowed, and then he stopped in the dappled shade of a tree, staring at its base for a long moment. âYou⌠Uh. Did you not-? Did you really not know?â Efnisien asked. âI knew he was capable. I knew he wanted to kill me. But no, I saw nothing. I never had proof. Just you joking about it and him threatening about it.â âRight,â Efnisien said. He took a sharp breath. âRight. Okay. Yeah, he killed people. So did Penny.â When heâd been younger, all of Lluddâs victims had seemed like non-people. They were figments; they didnât have lives, or names, or histories, they were just threats. Even when it became almost real, Gwyn still struggled to think of those people as people. Chelsea would have said it was a coping mechanism, but now Gwyn felt confronted because his family members had murdered people. âDid you see it?â Gwyn whispered. âNo,â Efnisien said, his voice rough. âWell- With Penny⌠Uh. But with Lludd, no. Not- I never saw a murder. I saw the results. Didnât you? Donât you remember with Christine? Crielleâs maid?â
#daily excerpt#constellations#falling falling stars#efnisien ap wledig#gwyn ap nudd#trauma recovery#family issues#family matters#the disturbing themes in this story are hardcore disturbing theme-ing in this chapter
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no one can stop me from having ice cream in winter
for @peach-flavored-cyanide and their oc, cobalt! i have full permission to unleash hell on this little demon so.... eheheheh :3
(cw: nightmare kitchen, blender)
When I step into the kitchen, a blender under my arms, my guest is sitting pretty in his jar on the kitchen counter, facing the cookbook I have propped up in front of him before leaving. Cobaltâs eyes are shining cyan, sparkling like stars and practically screaming, Please donât hurt me! Arenât I adorable? When he finally notices me, he sits up, beaming at me.
âOh, hello there, tall human!â he says, unusually happy considering the predicament heâs in right now. âAre you the chef of this kitchen? I love it! Cookingâs my favorite pastime ever, next to sparring of course! Do you need any help? What are we making today?â
For a brief moment, I pause, almost charmed by his enthusiasm. Well, key word on almost. I shake my head, trying to dislodge whatever weird cute appreciation was inserted in my mind. Thereâs only one reaction to cuteness allowed here, and itâs cute aggression.
âBlueberry ice cream,â I reply to his last question, my words stilted, as I set the blender on the counter with a firm thunk.
Cobaltâs eyes widen, his eyelights morphing into little spinning stars. âBlueberry ice cream? That sounds delightful! Iâd love to help you, weird human!â He claps his hands together, his smile so sweet it could give someone cavities. âBut⌠where are the ingredients?â
âWell, actually you��re one of it,â I say, letting a tiny smirk grace my face.
âWhat?!â Cobalt gasps, leaping to his feet and pressing his face on the glass. âWhy would you do that? Look at me! Iâm so adorable! Would you really put me in that-â He points to the blender. â-contraption?â
Thereâs a quiver in his voice. His lips tremble, and- are those tears brimming up in his eye sockets? My resolve falters. Maybe heâs right. Maybe I should-
No. I shake my head, snapping myself out of the weird trance. âNice try, Cobalt.â I glare at him. âBut youâre part of this recipe. No arguments about that.â
Cobaltâs face falls, just for an instant, before he perks up again. âOh, but think of all the other things I could do! I could be your little cooking assistant! Doesnât that sound adorable? The Incredible Cobalt is top-level taco master â you cannot find anyone as amazing as I am!â
âSure you are,â I say, turning my back on him to get the blueberries. Cobalt keeps talking.
âDonât tell me youâre really going through with this, human,â he sniffles, a pitiful sound. âYou must have a heart of stone to do this to someone as sweet as me.â
âWell, Iâd love to test if youâre really that sweet,â I reply absentmindedly, reaching for the cream next.
âWait! Please, just think about it!â Cobalt cries. âI could be so much more than dessert. We could be friends â partners even! You donât need to do this!â
For a moment, I almost believe him. But when I turn to look at him, I see it â a flicker of something calculating in his eyes. Heâs playing me as if Iâm just a hapless fool.
âOh please,â I say, rolling my eyes. âI know your type. Youâre just stalling, delaying the inevitable.â
The cutesy act drops like a hot potato. Cobaltâs cheery smile twists into a feral snarl. âStalling? You think Iâm stalling?â He growls, venom dripping from every word. âYou donât understand what youâre doing. Youâre going to regret this. I swear on my brotherâs dust, Iâll make you pay for this.â
I laugh, a mocking chuckle. âRegret? Oh Cobalt, Iâve turned countless little cuties like you into culinary masterpieces. Youâre not special.â
He screeches, a guttural, animalistic sound, and hurls himself against the glass. I let him, knowing heâd only hurt himself with this little rebellious act. His whole body vibrates, his teeth bared in an unhinged grin. âYou think youâre in control?!â he spits, his voice full of hysteria. âYou think you can do this to me?! Iâll destroy you! Iâll burn this whole fucking kitchen to the ground!â
âOh, Iâd love to see you try,â I coo, my voice tinged with amusement. âGo on, give me your best shot.â
Cobalt screams again, punching his tiny fists against the jar containing him. I watch his theatrics, growing bored with each minute passing by. The sounds of him attacking his final prison peter off as he gradually loses steam and finally stays quiet. Yet, his eyes, now a blazing blue, bore into me with much hatred.
âYou done?â I ask him, uncrossing my arms.
Cobalt backs up away from me, but thereâs nowhere he can go. âYouâre a freak,â he hisses.
âFlattery wonât get you out of here,â I grin, opening the jar and grabbing him by the collar. He struggles, but itâs useless now that his strength has been sapped by his earlier tantrum. I move him over to the blender, ignoring his frantic kicks and curses.
âLet me go! Let me-â His voice breaks into incoherent shrieks as I drop him into the blender container.
Quickly, I pour the blueberries in, then add the cream, sugar, and other ingredients. And then, with one last glance at Cobalt, whose face is contorted with rage and fear, I press the button.
The blender roars to life, drowning out the tiny skeletonâs final screams.
âWell, see you in hell, you stupid fruit.â
#in my homophobic era <3#cw disturbing imagery#< a consistent theme throughout this saga#this might be the last one this year#i will have to get more... for another occasion :3
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RANDOM FAVOURITE MOMENTS 31/?
#something spooky themed for spooky season!#Iâm gonna be so real his facial expressions here are disturbing#his 'well!' after this has so much power behind it that it took me off guard like he already had it bad#she's so slay here she does not care#house of anubis#gif set#eddie miller#patricia williamson#peddie#random favourite hoa moments#hoa
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âOh, how pious, how righteous, how grand he stands before me. You are a fool inlaid in stone. You are an insult to all those who came before you. The flesh of Faux was opened to you, and for what? For you to lie agonizing at the first bite of frost? You are a disgrace.â
-- Apollyon to Dante
character name: Dante Carbone (oc), he is the fool in question
fun stuff under cut
hoo boy this work was a practice in patience as well as a carpal tunnel speedrun ,, took like four days and a couple of missed assignments to put together lol . anyway, the crayon tool on csp is very underrated
anyway heres a version with just the background:
really proud of this one hehe reblongs appreciated!!! :DD
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