#it was scawy

[need1etail]

SLIGHT SOUND WARNING. Weird little animation cuz I remembered this song existed and I Immediately thought of Violetshade. Have my girl <3

[owmylasagna-blog]

It feels necessary to share that I just had to kill a cicada hunter wasp that was flying in our entryway with our crappy little fly swatter

[leahaart]

Spooky Ghosts

[fizzy-dizz]

I dont remember which component it was, but there was an exchange like this that made me giggle so i had to draw it out

Big boss and their goons

[wymond]

the dream I had before waking up and being sleep paralized last night was that I lived in this basement suit but if the son (I think his name was Jeffer) was in the hallway when I walked in he would like. scurry up to me really fast and get all in my face jumpscare style and kill me. so I woke up and was like I Need To Open My Eyes To See If Jeffer Is Here. and he wasn’t. but also my blood sugar was really high so I was super disoriented and everything including the air around me felt like static and I eventually got my fingers to move but was like Scrambles Is On Me so I couldn’t move even more (???) so I just closed my eyes again and waited to fall asleep

[catsofyore]

The Demon. 1925. Source.

[cherrifire]

🔴 [LIVE] Experiencing the horrors! Scawy SMP day 1 👻😱

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[love-toxin]

@ eric draven, hes goth and metal And he kills people AND hes a feminist. literally the whole package what else could u want <33

UNNNNNGHHH AND HE'S GOT THE BIG WET PUPPY EYES GRRRAAAAAAAAHHHH

like.....like......imagine after the events of the crow Eric doesn't go back to purgatory or pass through to the afterlife, but rather finds himself staying in the land of the living for some unknown reason. he's got his revenge, he's avenged his beloved Shelley, but what now? what's his purpose?

but the crow won't speak to him any words of either comfort or doom, so he just wanders. wanders away from his city and home until he stops somewhere on the opposite side. spends time thinking and planning and thinking until he drives himself nearly mad and falls asleep. he can't do much else, or at least thinks he can't. when he's found no better place to roam he returns home, but when he steps up the curb to his apartment, he sees lights on upstairs. something dark stirs in him--protectiveness, maybe, he's sensitive to his home being invaded for obvious reasons--but when he leaps up and perches on the ledge of the shattered window he sees somebody he's never met before.

you're just standing in his apartment, sweeping up shards of broken glass like you own the place. humming to yourself. he remembers, briefly, what it was like when there was music in his home. but it used to be Shelley's laughter, and now there's a soft-eyed stranger singing a quiet tune in the lamplight, and he feels the same as he did back then. he sticks to the shadows because he doesn't know what to expect, but you just step lightly around the pile and sweep the glass shards into your dustpan. there's a little electric lantern keeping the place aglow and a few small bags of meager luggage huddled at the front door.

it occurs to him that you might be the new resident as he coldly watches you from a distance. it's obvious that the apartment would be repurposed at some point after his death, but how do you feel knowing that you're taking over the home of a dead man? that you'll lay your head in the same place where a couple were brutally and viciously murdered? where Shelley, his Shelley, was-

you tilt your head. your ears perked at the imperceptible sound and you nearly caught him staring, but he's a lot faster to hide than you are to see.

he leaves soon after that, but he finds himself returning every night. he learns things about you. you're industrious, for one--you work on the apartment whenever you're not working your job, both of which are tough, and you sleep on a hard mattress on the floor. you spend such a long time cleaning but when you find little things left behind of his or Shelley's, you don't throw them out. maybe you feel bad for them. maybe you know exactly what happened, and you don't want to disrespect their memory.

maybe you're a really, really good person that lives for a better world. Eric can't help but think that when he watches you tirelessly slave over renovating his apartment--he can't ever quite see it as something not of his own--taking down what was broken and making it into something beautiful again. he doesn't know you that well, he only hears your voice when you're talking on the phone or singing in the shower, but he grows to like you. you're gentle. you smile at little things and you laugh as sweetly as you cry. even when you feel frustrated or betrayed, when you get violent and punch something out of anger, you just feel it in such a raw way that it entrances him. you're complex. you're gorgeous. you're someone he could very easily fall in love with, but you don't deserve to feel his hurt in the way that he does. you can't shoulder his burdens with him when they're just too great for a mortal life.

so he resorts to watching you and feeling badly about it. he's kind of stalking you at this level, but he goes nowhere beyond following you to work and back and occasionally glancing through your window to make sure you're okay. one time he caught you freshly out of the shower with your towel nowhere in sight--you were out of clean ones and had to go digging--and he felt so bad about it he couldn't be around your place for weeks. but you deserve protection and all the love in the world, and if he can't give you one he can at least give you the other. at this point he would never forgive himself, he would probably burn down the whole city if what happened to him and Shelley happened to you. he would truly lose his mind.

it's only when you catch him that he has to stop and think on what he's doing, because there's no way he can explain himself properly--perching atop the roof of your apartment with the crow grooming its feathers at his side. when you stumble across him he wasn't even paying attention, just keeping an ear out for any screams or cries for help, but you mesmerize him because you're just so....so...

"are you....cold?"

kind. you're so warm he couldn't think of shivering in your presence. from that day on you're aware of his presence but you don't mind it. you welcome it. you don't know who he really is and you probably wouldn't believe him if he told you, but you welcome him in and that's fine because he really, truly is in love with you now. he has to be. because there's no way that his silent heart would start beating again for any other reason, even if it's just a trick of the mind and it's not really true. you touch his hands and feel cold skin and he's definitely still not alive, but he doesn't feel quite as dead as he was, and every day he spends growing closer and closer to you he feels death growing into a curse over a promise. maybe he doesn't really want to go back to sleep after all...not if the world has people like you, and not if a person like you could start feeling something for a restless, morbid soul like him.

[squeaky-potat]

I love him and I love this pose and I love his song and I lo-

[formulaonedirection]

puppy barking on main

[blackbird5154]

Sisiter Imperator: smashes the door down with her boyfriend and beats him with a guitar.

Papa III: terrifies her by just putting his hand on her shoulder.

[seriemorder]

whats the scariest place on earth and why is it highway when its pouring

[pawbeanies]

did you SERIOUSLY record over our vhs sex tape with your analogue horror found footage recordings. dont look at me with your unnerving slightly too elongated uncanny valley face im really mad at you right now

[yomeiu]

complaining for a living

[squeakadeeks]

Maw Fiend!

I've had the idea to make a chainsaw man OC cosplay for eons and I finally got around to it. based on the fear of maws/mouths, they have a goofy personality but would not hesitate to eat you if given the legal opportunity.

[catsofyore]

Just back away slowly because she is VERY SCARY! Ca. 1909. Source.