#longlegs oc

[anarchy-n-glitter]

just a lil longlegs x reader/oc drabble i wrote, finally coming off of the anon for this cause i need to stop being a coward.

i tried my best to keep descriptions of the main character neutral but there are a few things specific to my oc clarice like her hair color and last name.

idk how many words this is, i wrote it in a cold sweat in my notes app

TW: dubious consent, mentions of cannibalism, smut

he had descended upon her again like a pale ghost amongst a sea of red. chapped, puffy lips ravaged her skin and her own lips harshly - as if he were trying to fuse himself to her. tears filled her wide eyes as she choked out a gasp that was halfway between pained and pleasureful as his nails dug into the soft flesh of her wrists.

her back arched, pressing her bare chest into his clothed one unintentionally. her body betrayed the look of disgust she often wore when she looked at him. the way her eyes locked onto his and stared unblinking with a mixture of fear and lust and hate did nothing but shackle him to her - in his mind, their souls were intertwined… she would be his forever.

this pretty investigator, a girl of only twenty one, delivered to him wrapped up in a pretty bow by satan himself. she was a gift in more ways than one, and he would use her as another offering to mr. downstairs.

he loved her most like this, spread out on his mattress with her wrists pinned above her head. her strawberry blonde hair splayed around her head and face in a mockery of a halo as he defiled her. bloodied the white wings of the angel before him. he took the soft, supple flesh of her breast between his teeth and softly bit down, drawing another sweet gasp from her lips. the small whines worked him up in a way he couldn’t explain. he wanted to make her cry.

pale eyes shot up to look at her suddenly, practically pinning her in place and forcing her to be silent. she found it hard to stay still and stay quiet with him staring at her the way he was, with him slotted between her legs dragging his rancid cock against her walls. a stuttering breath escaped her and he pounced on her like a wild animal, teeth on her neck, hands tightening around her wrists til it was unbearable. she cried out, and in return he made a similar whining sound.

with each thrust she tried to contain the small noises that ached to escape her throat, but to no avail. dale’s own moans - moans done to mock her - only seemed to draw out the sounds she longed to suppress. on his ghostly face a lopsided grin broke out. it sent shivers down her back as she braced for what could possibly come next.

dale would never let her leave. he couldn’t. he wanted to put her in her own box and bury her where no one would find her, somewhere only he knew about. and when the time came he would dig her up and be her savior, someone she could shower with gratitude and love.

she would love him one day.

overcome with lust and jealousy and possessiveness, dale leaned down to her ear, pressing his lips to the outer shell as he whispered: “if i could i would eat you alive.”

the rasp of his voice - and the dead seriousness in his tone - sent shivers down her spine. her body suddenly went numb as another pang of fear wracked through her limbs. her eyes darted to the workbench across the room, to the tools that laid upon the wooden surface and glimmered in the low light. she could see a knife, a pair of scissors, and a saw. if he wanted to he could kill her, she knew that much, and his words only instilled that fear in her further.

would he kill and eat her? she supposed it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility - after all, he already was a serial killer.

“i would swallow you whole. or i could tear you apart with my teeth. that way you’d always be close to me… you could never leave.” dale continued. her body was rigid against his own. he slowed his thrusts, somehow reaching deeper inside her than ever before, yet she found it hard to make any sort of noise. her vocal cords felt paralyzed.

“i would keep you…” he moved her wrist, guiding her hand between their bodies to the taut skin of his belly. “right here, all safe and sound inside me.”

the sound of his sing-songy voice turned her stomach uneasily. her wide, teary eyes met his again, and she realized with horror that he was dead serious. she found herself praying, words muttered under her breath that she knew didn’t mean a thing in the room she found herself in. this was not god’s domain. dale picked up his pace again, chuckling lowly and continuing to mock her whines and prayers.

“oh god, please!” he cried teasingly, followed by another high pitched whine that sounded like a woman from a porno. “god please don’t let him hurt me.” he pressed a firm, wet kiss to her mouth.

“fuck,” he groaned, “don’t let him tear into the flesh of my chest and dig out my heart.” this time instead of returning her right hand above her head, he reached out to cup her cheek.

as if suddenly entranced by him, so full of fear, she couldn’t hold anything back. her tears flowed and her throat felt raw as she screamed wantonly, legs tightening around his hips. he released her other hand which she used to draw him closer, holding his body tightly to hers.

and over his shoulder she saw it - the hulking, shadowy figure of the beast staring down at her with glowing red eyes filled with hate and love and pleasure. this was dale’s way of praying - this was his devotion - and she could tell the devil reveled in every minute of it. one of god’s children - angelo, the angel, heavenly and clean - corrupted and defiled by his own. his disciple… the man downstairs.

her eyes gazed upon the demented face of longlegs, and in their heated moment of terror, disgust and euphoria she came undone around him - finally resigning herself to the life he chose for her.

[terrorshok]

this dumb little sketch is my contribution to the longlegs fandom until i’ve actually got enough time to finish a full piece

[picnicbask3t]

art/wip dump!

cw: poorly shaded gore, body horror, omori spoilers

some of these may be reposted later becuz,, they’re part of a series of drawings

(( laurence belongs to @one0p1nk , phineas and carina belong to @klai-16xoxo ))

[flicks-random-stuff]

Hashtag the rot consumes

[cupophrogs]

Drew?

Drew

[adelaidagreenflower]

Little animation of Dale and a his special doll 🔻

[philseracohw]

ᘰ ⊔ — — ⨀ •⊥\\ —Ↄ

[zombiedoesartig]

A doodle page that me and @pixiedixiedo made last night at 4 in the morning after watching Longlegs and I saw the TV glow for the first time. I’m not going to bother tagging all this shit tbh

[iwasateenagenosferatu]

CRANE

Some highlights from my Serial Killer Sims 4 save file.

PLAYLIST

[anarchy-n-glitter]

so uhhh anyone else posting longlegs ocs??

(this is mine - Clarice Angelo, a private investigator who went missing in 1971 as she built a case on Longlegs for her clients: the extended families who lost loved ones in the murders.)

(i included the variant cipher for funzies)

[terrorshok]

my oc x canon fantasies can be pried from my cold dead hands actually

close ups

[jaybaeblue]

Something I did with my bugbo oc <3 (the left ref was from 23 of August as for the right was madd last monday) he absolutely adores gerbo

[abbi210]

wowowow

maybe i should use this site more

[fawnydrawssilly]

Please commission me if you can! 💗💗💗

[nuks]

well now I want to make a fbi agent oc using maika monroe :/

[daonepiece]

Hello! Do you have OP OCs? other than your little cute fella(is it a persona or..?) i would love to meet them! (also draw them bcs ilysm, if ure fine w that ofc)

Hi anon! Thanks for the ask! And the love >3<

I have 2 OP OCs and 1 mascot. The little Tontatta is my mascot and the two towers are my OCs, I forgot how tall but both are 2 meters and above (talk about over-compensating lol 😂😂😂)

The girl is Arapika, a arowana mermaid, she’s just arrived in Water Seven. The boy is Stevon, a Longleg-tribe person, he’s in Totto Land. I like the contrast between these two races because mermaids are super discreet with their tail on land while Longleg-tribe people will flaunt their signature legs as much as possible. It makes a nice practice to build their personalities!