#fake movie poster

[jekisatsu]

Tw!!! Blood, gore and eyestrain if possible!

I decided to make this movie poster because why not

[p1nk-cr4b]

hes such a slut... god i love him

[crazygnomenclature]

I will buy their popcorn and sprite, but I'll be damned if I', paying $6 for Reese's Pieces.

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[sonicexelle-junkary]

“You’re at the party and you’re not alone.”

[selfcestmovies]

WandaNat #MirrorSex

It starts with a glance.

Natasha stands in front of the mirror in their shared room at the Avengers compound. She had gotten distracted again, while changing out of her Black Widow attire after another grueling assignment in the field. Her muscles tense, eyes fixed on her reflection, but there’s something else in the way she watches herself tonight—an unspoken tension, the weight of unspent energy from their last mission hanging in the air. Wanda entered the room and took a lingering moment to watch her with a small, knowing smile.

“You always do that,” Wanda says, her voice low and teasing. “Stare at yourself like you’re sizing up an opponent.”

Natasha glances over her shoulder, the corner of her lips twitching into a smirk. “Old habits. Need to make sure I can still kick ass.”

Wanda’s eyes glint as she sits up, the red aura of her powers sparking faintly around her fingers. “You’re more than that, Nat.”

There’s a heat between them that’s been simmering for weeks, but tonight, it feels different. Deeper. More dangerous. Wanda’s gaze lingers on Natasha’s body, tracing into the air between them the curve of her hips, the definition in her abs, the way her muscles shift as she moves. Natasha doesn’t say anything, but she feels it—the phantom touch of Wanda's fingers and the weight of the witch's eyes on her.

“I can feel you staring,” Natasha says, her voice dropping an octave as she meets Wanda’s gaze in the mirror.

Wanda stands, crossing the room slowly, her bare feet soft against the floor. She stops just behind Natasha, her hand hovering an inch from her waist, teasing the air between them before finally resting her palm against Natasha’s skin. Natasha’s breath hitches at the contact, and for a moment, she closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of Wanda’s warmth against her back.

“You’re beautiful,” Wanda whispers, her lips brushing the shell of Natasha’s ear. She knew that Natasha Romanoff, despite all her allure and brilliance, needed to hear those words.

Natasha opens her eyes, her gaze locking with her own reflection, watching as Wanda’s hands travel up her sides, her fingers grazing the edge of her bra before sliding back down to her hips. There’s something about seeing herself like this—vulnerable, exposed, but undeniably powerful—that makes her pulse quicken. Wanda’s touch is like a spark.

Wanda smiles as if she can feel the shift in Natasha’s thoughts, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Natasha’s skin. “You like this, don’t you? Seeing yourself like this…”

Natasha doesn’t answer, but the way her breath quickens gives her away. She leans back into Wanda’s touch, her body arching slightly as Wanda’s hands explore her, slowly pulling the black tactical leather off her shoulders.

“You want to see more, don’t you?” Wanda’s voice is sultry, teasing, and Natasha’s eyes darken as she watches herself in the mirror, watching Wanda’s hands on her body.

There’s a flicker of red at the edge of the mirror, and Natasha’s reflection suddenly shifts—not just an image anymore, but something tangible. Her reflection smirks back at her, moving with a confidence that Natasha recognizes all too well.

“What did you do?” Natasha’s voice is low, almost breathless, but there’s an edge of curiosity in it.

Wanda’s grin widens as she presses her lips to Natasha’s neck, her voice a soft purr against her skin. “I thought you might want to play.”

In the mirror, Natasha’s reflection steps forward, out of the glass, an exact duplicate. She moves in sync with Natasha for a moment, equally as confounded by the spell, it seemed, as though testing the boundaries of the enchantment.

The real Natasha’s breath catches as she stares at herself—her double, an identical copy, down to the smallest detail. The mirror-Natasha grins, her eyes glinting with the same mischief that always hides behind the assassin’s cool exterior, but now there’s something darker in it. Something primal.

Wanda’s fingers curl around Natasha’s waist, holding her steady as the Natasha copy continues to step forward from out of the frame of the mirror, closing the distance between them. “You’ve always been good at controlling yourself, Natasha. But what if you didn’t have to?”

Natasha doesn’t answer, her eyes locked on her mirror-self. The double moves in close, pressing against her, the heat of her body mirroring Natasha’s own. She’s standing in front of a living, breathing reflection of herself—every curve, every scar, every inch of her, perfectly replicated.

The double’s hand slides up Natasha’s arm, teasingly slow, before curling around the back of her neck. “You ever wonder what it’s like?” her double whispers, voice low and sultry, sending a shiver down Natasha’s spine.

Natasha’s lips part, her heart pounding in her chest, but before she can respond, her double’s lips are on hers. The kiss is hard, demanding, a mirror of Natasha’s own intensity, and she gasps into it, her hands instinctively grabbing her double’s waist, pulling her closer.

Wanda watches, her eyes glowing faintly as she keeps her hand on Natasha’s waist, guiding her. “That’s it… don’t hold back.”

Natasha can feel her double’s body pressed against hers, the heat, the familiar curves, the taste of her own lips. It’s overwhelming, intoxicating in a way she didn’t expect. Her double’s hands roam her body, mirroring the way Natasha has touched others in the past, but now it’s her own body being worshipped, explored.

Wanda leans in, her lips brushing Natasha’s ear. “How does it feel, Natasha? To lose control? To let go?”

Natasha groans softly, her head tilting back as her double’s lips trail down her neck, kissing, biting, teasing. It’s surreal, feeling the pleasure of her own touch, the way her body responds to itself. It’s like stepping into a dream—one that’s both terrifying and exhilarating.

Her double grabs her firmly, spinning Natasha around and against the glass of the mirror, now back into its original corporeal place. Nat lets the copy pin her wrists above her head with a strength that mirrors Natasha’s own. Their eyes meet, and for a moment, Natasha sees herself—really sees herself—without the walls, without the mask. She’s always been in control, always the one pulling the strings, but now… now she’s letting herself be seen, touched, consumed by her own desires.

Wanda’s magic hums around them, a soft red glow filling the room as the mirror enchantment deepens, heightening the sensations. “Don’t hold back,” Wanda murmurs, her voice a soft command. “Show yourself what you’ve been hiding.”

Natasha leans into the kiss, into the moment, and for the first time in a long time, she lets go.

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the inspo for the fic:

[nefariouslydinkle]

fake movie poster

here the og image

[helenvader]

I had this idea when I couldn't sleep last night and I just had to do it. :-)

[artistamateurieuse]

when you accidentally type threat instead of thread

[eloctodecay]

HE'S AMERICAN BEAUTY AMERICAN PSYCHO~

Tiktok / DeviantArt / Instagram / YouTube

[johnny-dynamo]

Artist Spotlight:  Ebanezer Adjetey Mensah (a.k.a Farkira)

[metalmiez]

FOOTNOTES ACT 4, BABY!

I can’t wait for Act 4 of “Are We Meant to Read the Footnotes?” 👀

@riathedreamer is blessing us with Movie Poster ideas on the Footnotes Server and I couldn’t resist drawing this one 🖤

[doodlingleluke]

A fistful of Datas (1964)

[azne09]

"I once knew a girl made of wax, a sculpted beauty, a piece of art— he carved her to be divine."

... In which Vincent sculpts the woman of his dreams as a wax statue and sees her come alive when a group of college students decide to shoot their short movie project near Ambrose.

... Or also, in which a stupid short film project and a group of self-centered narcisists college classmates led Theodora to be trapped in a ghost town occupied by serial killers brothers who turn visitors into wax.

(pretty much a plot idea for a possible house of wax fanfic with lots of blood, guts, angst and MESSY drama— also I'm at it doing posters again !! :D)

[veraberetta]

First Horror movie poster is outtt peopleee Halloween is in 6 dayssss 🦇🎃👻🍬I've made one for each day until Halloween. Also resident evil 7 is all i am thinking about while the PtN anniversary event is blowing my mf mind, I love October.

[selfcestmovies]

This poster is a little bit more on-the-nose.