#horrors: the loneliness

[emulation-0]

i hate my appearance so much i hate what people think when they see what i look like because no !!! im not some oppressed or stuck up hermit who knows mothing about anything and is super traditional and conservative !! im just like you !!! please 😭

[dapper-lil-arts]

Darlings. is it gay when the phantom you created as a manifestation of your dreadfull loneliness takes the form of one of your closest friends.

Fanart of this pretty good horror rarijack fanfic, "The haunting of carroussel boutique" personaly i am surprised the writer didnt take the chance to point out how fucking funny this is. Me n kim started laughing about it during stream and i just had to draw this

[tapeworrmart]

"Being lonely does things to you"

[madcat-world]

A Quiet Evening - Alexey Egorov

[panncakes]

"If you look closely, you'll see that Latte is the only being Ongsa talks to."

23.5 (2024)

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Leptirica (Djordje Kadijevic, 1973)

[poorlemons]

decided to fill my oc Princeton with bugs, she's all about family, yknow?

[dreamsofg0ld]

the great impersonator ⭐️ written by ashley, starring halsey

[reddieswift]

anyone else out there loving and adoring ben hanscom on this fine day

[small-sinclair]

Whumptober 11: Seeing Double

Gambit, Rogue, and Kurt x mute human!reader Tw: body horror, nightmare, drowning, shock collar

Loneliness Part 2 of Whumptober Day 8

Back in your little shop of flowers and gifts, you were picking out a vase to use for an order. The pink vase was too light of a color, and the plain green one was too boring. Overhead, music played softly as you stood looking between the two vases. You didn’t have a thought in the world about what was happening outside. You didn’t hear the X-Men fighting another mutant. You didn’t hear screams of terror as people ran away from the fight. Your thoughts were so focused on the vases, too worried about what would go with the order. The thing that brought you back was the sound of your window shattering and your wooden door exploding into splinters. You let out a scratchy scream, your voice shattering and rough, as you turned away from the blast and landed on the floor.

Under you, the floor opened up and you fell into the darkness below. You kept falling and falling, your hands reaching above you to try and catch something even though there was nothing. Your back hits cold, dead ink and you began to sink. You waved your arms around as thick, black smoke filled your lung, swirling around you like birds on a line. As your eeyes looked wildly around, looking for some type of help, you found what looked like a dead willow tree.

Hanging from the branches by fishing line and poison ivy, the three mutants were strung. Rogue’s hands hung above her as her ears bleed. She looked defeated and torn by something from the murky ink abyss. Gold blood dripped from the side of head, dripping down her skin on and her uniform. Next to her was the Cajun, Gambit, and his eyes were clawed out, leaving behind a bloody mess. He had ivy wrapped around his throat and growing from his lips, and you could hear him as he chocked at the poison in his throat. He was thriving in pain as muffled screams echoed from his caved in chest. Lastly was the blue demon called Nightcrawler, and his mouth was missing. Growing in its place were bright white lilies and morning glories. From his blue skin, flowers bloomed over him as if he was part of the earth itself, as if he was being swallowed whole.

With all your strength, you tried to swim towards them but didn’t move. The ink around you was quickly claiming you, calling you into the loneliness and forgotten. The coldness around you began to make you freeze, and the black smoke began to tear you apart. You could feel your body beginning to crystallize and morph into something different, something new. Your eyes began to water and began to cry thick black tears. Fighting against it won’t help you...fighting any more than you are fighting now will only drag you down. You came into this world, and you will leave this world alone. Hands wrapped around your throat and body, sinking you down farther and farther into the darkness below.

Just let it claim you and swirl your mind until you believe that there isn’t anything left of your body, mind, and soul.

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Gambit woke up to your fist landing on his chest plate hard and fast. Without thinking, his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you still. “It’s alright, it’s alright, petit,” he hummed low enough for you to hear. “Shh...just a dream. Just having a nightmare.”

He let himself to sleep...how could he allow himself to do that?

Rogue’s head lift and she wiped away the sleepiness from her eyes. “What...?” She yawned silently and let her eyes adjust. When she saw you thrashing, she moved quickly to hold your feet down. “Calm down! You’re like a fish on a hook, darlin’!”

With her voice, Kurt’s burning yellow eyes snapped open and his powers tried to move him away from the danger, but the collar around him ended up shocking him. His breath hitched and moved away from Gambit’s shoulder, laying on his side, as the shock ripped through his body painfully. His body tensed and his back arched when he felt the electric waves shake his bones, giving him a burst of uncontrollable energy in his core.

“Kurt!” Remy’s voice yelled, concern and fear growing in his eyes.

He breathed heavily through his fangs as drool dripped from his lips onto the floor under him. Shakingly, he lifted his head as he laid on his back. “Ich gut. Ich gut,” he breathed, his eyes watering slightly. “Is the human alright?”

Gambit didn’t had time to answer as you let out a rough and scratchy scream. You pushed away from him and fell backwards into Rogue’s arms. She held you closed and hushed you gently as you sobbed in her arms. She covered your head and held your side as you cried into her shoulder.

“It’s alright, sugar,” she reassured. “You ain’t alone. We’re here with ya.”

Gambit helped Kurt up and had him rest against his shoulder again. “You alright, fuzz ball?” Remy kept his voice gentle, trying to hide his growing fear in his eyes.

“I will be,” Nightcrawler breathed, his eyes began closing as he took deep breaths. “I feel sick.”

Gambit closed his eyes as he wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “The first time ain’t easy. Trust me, mon ami.” Then his eyes shifted back to your shaking form and frowned. “Must’ve been one hell of a nightmare, petit.”

Rogue rubbed her hand over your back in slow circles, hushing you gently as she did. Her breathing was even and slow, giving you a chance to match your heartbeat with hers. You felt alone still, unable to talk to them about your dream and express your feeing about it. The dream was enough to shake you, enough to make you feel helpless. You held on to her arms like a vice, steadying your breathing, and your tears slowed until there was nothing.

The ever growing pit in your stomach was only swirling faster.

[twilightprince101]

So! The ost for Indigo Park chapter 1 released on youtube. and they come with official titles for all the songs

Do with this what you will Rambley Fans

[armourofayda]

i don't care what brennan or any of the intrepid heroes say, FHJY is a horror season, they've deceived us

[tapeworrmart]

I'M SICK I'M SICK I'M SO FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD

[minishpaladinxd]

The fact that the Minecraft movie is just a ripoff of the new Jumanji movies makes me so sad because I would give anything to have a movie of someone finding themselves all alone in a seemingly empty and endless world and slowly exploring and building and learning and finding life all around them and advancing into the nether and the end and I just want a movie that it actually like Minecraft ya know

[jackspadesillustration]

[for-better-or-verse]

what being hunted feels like

the moment before the predator closes in on you is perhaps worse than the feeling of her jaws latching onto your neck. tearing through flesh and blood and bone. you stand there, shrouded in shadow. her approach is silent, deliberate. she thinks you don’t know, don’t know what she’s going to do to you. you pretend to be startled by the quivering of ashen leaves, as she inches forward ever so slightly. 

it’s nature. you eat until you are eaten. 

you understand her desire. the way it consumes her better judgement. her hunger. she is starving for a taste of something real, for reality is tainted by falsities and disappointment that festers within the wound of your existence. 

when she pounces, you don’t make a sound. instead, you glance up at the ink-blotted sky. a laugh bursts from your aching lungs. you are what you always have been: prey. her teeth puncture your core and you reach up, up, up into empty air, filled with the remnants of ancient stars. this is what you were made for.