#happy halloween i guess

[yourdoll--yours]

NGL I get the hype of being fucked by a ghost, you can only feel and sit there and take it and people around you could only see your clothes getting taken away and your pussy stretching around absolutely nothing while you moan like a fucking slut.

[soggystyrofoam]

in a saw mood lol

[rip-headphones-users]

Random infected doodles from last night.

Idk what that ugly ass pink stain is on the last image don’t worry about it

Feel free to trick or treat my ask box or whatever you people do. I’m dressing as this guy tonight. >:)

[banditblvd]

I'm so fond of them

[clockworkcheetah-artblog]

i like taking my blorbos and putting them in. situations

[lilliejareau]

derek, jokingly texting emily: watched the exorcist, got me thinkin of you.. 😍🥰

emily: read this message, got me blockin you! 😍🥰

[reddstardust]

This was funnier in my head

[deftongues]

PUT ME IN THE CONTRAPTION ‼️‼️‼️

[miyrumiyru]

Black goth butterfly girl ʚїɞ🖤

[bludragongal]

Trick or Treat!

here u go

[effort-value]

Halloween is not over 'til it's over

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Russet: I am defender of the righteous

I am guardian of the true

I will not stand for deception and

I will not stand for you

[goatskickin]

scariest part is that i only just opened this lot >:(

[ren-nolasco]

[willows-adventures-in-words]

First off, I'd like to formally apologize for what happens in this prompt. I added a Read More bonus to try to make up for it because I felt bad and couldn't just leave it as was. (readers on AO3 aren't lucky enough to get the bonus scene.) I used this prompt as an excuse to write something I've been wanting to try for a while. Unfortunately, Geoff and Layne got caught in the cross-fire of my creative needs.

Whumptober prompts Alt. no.5: Friendly Fire word count: 867 content warning: gun usage and character death(s)

(not gonna lie I'm a little nervous to post this last prompt...)

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“Why would you shoot it!?” Geoff demanded as he ran alongside his friend.

“I thought it would kill it!” Layne exclaimed. He risked a glance back. The black furred creature, that looked like some kind of demonic dire wolf, which he'd shot multiple times, was still chasing them. “Uh, it's catching up.”

Geoff threw a glance back and cursed under his breath. “Over there!” He pointed out a building. An old gas station. The back door was open. It was probably their only option.

Layne pushed his legs harder. He made it inside just seconds before Geoff, who threw the door closed as he made it in. As Geoff quickly looked around for something to barricade the door with, Layne searched his backpack, desperate to find more bullets for the handgun. There was a noise behind them and they spun around to see another open door with three zombies making their way over. Layne took the couple steps it took to get to the door and threw it closed. At this point it was far too late to be concerned about noise.

The creature slammed against the door causing it shake on its hinges. Geoff spun around. The zombies started banging on the other door. He looked around, searching for another exit. There was none. They were trapped. He shifted his grip on his bat. They might have a chance if they faced off against the zombies. But if he was the only one armed…

One bullet. That was it. A lot of good that would do them. He tossed the backpack aside. Layne looked over as the creature hit against the door again. It wasn't a matter of if but when it was going to break it down. And from the sound of it, it wasn't going to take long. He glanced back to the other door. There were at least three zombies there. Another bang against the door. They wouldn't have time to get past them. It was going to get in. If not the next hit then definitely one of the next two. Layne looked at Geoff, and swallowed. He couldn't let him die like this. Not by that thing. Not by that thing…

“Geoff, I'm sorry.” Geoff looked over, about to ask what, exactly, he was apologizing for, but froze. Layne, with a look of distress, had the gun pointed at his head. The creature banged against the door. They could hear the hinges and frame bend. “I'm sorry,” Layne repeated, his voice thick with guilt.

“Lay-”

Layne flinched away as he pulled the trigger. Geoff dropped the bat as he crumpled to floor. He was shaking. Heart pounding. His arm fell to his side and the gun dropped to the floor. A pool of blood was already starting to form. Look away, he tried to tell himself, but he couldn't. Fear and regret built up. What if he was wrong? What if he just-

Bang! Layne jumped and looked to the door. It was denting in. One more hit and it will probably be in. He could hear it growling loudly on the other side. Turning he looked back down towards Geoff, only to find his body gone. Just the pool of blood remained. Layne let out a shaky breath of relief. But it was quickly overcome by panic as the creature burst through the door. He grabbed the bat as he tried to get out of the way of the incoming beast but slipped on the blood. Searing white pain erupted as the beast slashed its claws across his back and he staggered. Every movement hurt as he went to turn. He wanted to get one good hit with the bat. Just one. But he didn't manage to fully turn around before he was thrown to the floor, the bat slipping from his fingers and a strained gasp falling from his lips as he landed on his back. His senses were overwhelmed by the pain. Layne blinked a few times, trying to focus through the pain. He was able to for just a second before the creature jumped on him and he screamed as it tore into him.

Again.

Geoff woke with a gasp. He was alive. How? He'd looked down the barrel of a gun. Layne shot him. Why would he-? Geoff shouldn't be alive. He couldn't have survived a point black shot to the head. Realizations started to settle. But if Layne killed him how was he here. Alive. He blinked up at the evening sky between the tree branches. Wait… Slowly, he sat up. He's laying under a tree. But… he was just at a gas station. With Layne. How was he suddenly here? And where was here? What the hell was happening?

With a bit of a headache, Geoff looked around. He spotted a backpack sitting against the tree. He frowned as he noticed something. There was a patch on the top half of the backpack that had his name on it. That's weird. Layne had one exactly like it, just with his name on it instead. Geoff stared at the bag, trying to work out what was going on…

[glossdebut]

(not my edit, credit to @g0thsana on tiktok)

sharing my horrifying collection of yoongi edits with @joonary but this one needed to be posted on main

[melrosing]

latest in the diabolical dad with cancer journey: turns out he has an oddly positive mutation of the thing and so is significantly more compatible with treatment. hello god????