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Roasted Cherry Tomato Bruschetta Pasta

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Bloody Painter Dating Sim (血腥畫家戀愛遊戲)

Release date (Windows, Mac OS, Android, Steam) Multi-language release: October 1st, 2024

"You have unfortunately been captured by a serial killer, and you must increase your chances of survival within seven days. Your choices will determine how he treats you and the outcome of your relationship.

What will your final relationship with him be...? Will there be a change in the relationship between the killer and his prey?

This is an official romantic horror visual novel game created to celebrate the 10th anniversary of the character from 'Bloody Painter' and to give back to the fans for their support.

It is a spin-off based on the 2017 version of the story."

This is a free game by DeluCat! You can download it here. The Steam version will release later this month.

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[rs-hawk]

Creeptober: Day Five

The Backrooms

Backroom’s Bacteria x AFAB Reader

CW: horror themes, death (not of reader), blood, noncon, gore, talks of rotting corposes/meat, breeding, multiple partners, etc Maybe one of my most gore heavy pieces

You never believed in the Backrooms. You had heard about them on Twitter a few years ago, and dismissed them as a sort of play on the White room actors experience. It was just a horror version made up for clicks and views, and scares. You were wrong.

When you woke up on the disgusting yellowed carpet, the bright yellow walls boring down on you, at first you thought that you were dreaming, having gone down one too many rabbit holes. Then, when you stumbled over a skeleton, slamming your body against the wall, you knew it was real. Your teeth clashed together, and your head bounced off the wall. It was pounding, forcing you to sit and cradle it.

That’s when you heard a howling scream, followed by the scream of a man. Your blood ran cold. Quickly getting up, you ran back to a table you had seen earlier, covered in food and water that you had been too weary to touch. Though you knew that it would only offer you slight protection, you crawled under it, hoping that the tablecloth nearly reaching the floor was enough of a cover for you. At least for now.

And it was.

You saw the tangled up limbs and whatever else the body of that creature was made up of. It dragged its legs across the ground, scrapping the carpet. The man that had been screaming died with a sickening crack of the neck. You had to cover your mouth with both hands to keep from screaming. Going so far as to hold your breath, not wanting to risk even that.

The sounds of breaking bones, chewing and slurping was making you nauseated, but you knew better than to move. You didn’t even take your hands from your mouth. Too afraid those things would hear even that slight movement. Though you don’t remember it, you knew at some point you had to have started breathing again. The steady rise and fall of your chest was something you found comfort in. Something familiar.

Eventually, the creatures walked away, blood dripping from their hand like limbs. The trail of blood was easy for you to see, even from your hiding place. You wondered what the top of them looked like, but you were not going to risk taking a peek to sate that curiosity. Even after they left, you waited for what felt like hours. So long that your legs began to fall asleep. That was what eventually made you crawl out from under the table. Despite knowing that it would be futile, you at least wanted to be able to try to run.

The body of the man was basically just bones, laying in a bloody pile not far from the table. It took everything in you not to scream again, but you did manage. Creeping around the body, you paused, glancing back at the table. There were some water bottles, and while you didn't want to have to resort to it, you knew eventually you would get thirsty. You would eventually have to drink.

After a brief internal struggle, you walked back over to the table, stuffing two water bottles into the pockets of your jacket. You wished that your backpack had been here with you. It would make this so much easier, and you usually had a snack or two in there.

Sighing, you started on your trek. Since you had never really paid attention to what anyone said about the Backrooms, you didn't even know if there was a way out of here. All you could do was hope. Unfortunately, the Backrooms had other ideas for you.

The creatures you had seen, the Bacteria, were creatures beyond human comprehension, but they still needed to be able to breed. That was the main thing they sought, also stuck in this horrific place. Either food, or a fertile womb.

As you made your way through the rooms, trying to find a way out, you kept getting runed around. It wasn't your fault. The rooms were shifting, and they were designed to trick you, and the Cleaners, though you never saw them, you knew they had to exist. You would come to a room and drop a piece of the label from the water bottles, or smear the blood that was already on the floor, taking note of something like the unusual light fixture, or a dent in the wall. The next time you would come through, you would easily see that wall dent, or the unusual light fixture, but whatever mark you made there would be gone.

This continued for you have no idea how long, but long enough that you had to drink from those water bottles. Long enough that you eventually collapsed with exhaustion, finding another table to crawl under for some sort of cover. Long enough that you heard those howling screams more times that you could count, and heard more than you'd care to count human screams cut short.

One time you were roused from your sleep by one of those howling screams, but the tail end of it seemed to be begging someone not to leave. Your blood ran cold. While you couldn't be certain if it was something you had actually read, or if it was something you were making up, you were fairly certain that you had read somewhere that only those that the creatures were hunting could hear their mimicked shrieks.

You curled into a tighter ball, covering your ears to try to block out the sound of the screams and wails. It was no use. Even if you couldn't hear them, you knew that they were getting closer. You could feel the vibrations in your body. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that death would come to you swiftly.

The table was lifted off from over you, food, drinks and silverware scattering onto the dingy carpet. Two of the creatures were towering over you, larger than you even previously thought they were. Your eyes had opened of their own accord, and your hands fell slack from your ears. All you could think of was that you hoped they would end you quickly.

However, they seemed to be talking to each other. One put down the table, swiping the rest of the items from it. The other picked you up, setting you stomach down on the table. Tears pricked your eyes as you thought about what they were doing. You thought they were discussing how to eat you first. What limbs to rip off.

Instead, you felt your clothes being torn off by their finger like appendages. You were surprised that the firm skin like substance was... sticky. It stuck ever so slightly to your skin as it caressed your bare ass, saying something to the other one. The other went around the front of you, pushing its fingerless, arm like appendage into your mouth.

You gagged, tasting something akin to rotting meat. The creature behind you was still touching your ass, then reaching between your legs and starting to fondle and stroke your puffy pussy lips. Your heart sank. These things weren't going to eat you, at least not yet, because they wanted to toy with you. That was when you started thrashing, trying to get away from the pair.

The one with its arm in your mouth slammed the other between your shoulders, knocking the air out of you. It started pumping its arm faster in and out of your mouth. The other creature slid two of those finger like things inside of your cunt, stretching you impossibly wide. You were tearing up, feeling disgusting and violated by these monsters you knew had just recently been consuming other humans. You didn't want to think about if that was what the putrid taste in your mouth was.

Against your wishes, the creature inside of you was beginning to pump in and out slowly, as if relishing the feeling of you stretching around it. Your stomach dropped as it used another of its finger like appendages to rub your clit. You weakly began thrashing again, but it still was to no avail. The creature in your mouth shuddered, dumping a foul tasting liquid into your mouth. You gagged, spitting out as much as you could, though with the appendage still in your mouth, it was impossible to spit it all out.

The creature behind you sped up its pumping when your juices began to flow, spurred on by the attention your clit was getting. Even as you cried and begged for it to stop, an orgasm pulsed through you. Your pussy clenched and wrapped around the fingers of the creature, drawing them in deeper into you. It made a sound that you can only describe as approval.

Not long after, it dumped a warm liquid into your cunt, fingering it deeper inside of you. Once it pulled out, the two adjusted you on the table, on your back, legs spread. The ooze was pooling between your legs and from your lips, but you felt too heavy to move of your own accord. Then, you heard more movement, and out of the corner of your eyes, saw more of those creatures coming for you.

Let me know if you'd like a part two to this one! I could definitely dump more random bacteria knowledge into this. Lol

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Kay I finally put together a proper commission post, hah! Please provide me with visual references of your characters, and a small description (3-4 lines) of their personality and if you have any ideas for the drawing itself, and send it to thedustyleaves@gmail.com.

It's private use only and I hold the rights to the pieces. It can't be used commercially, but if you want to use it for stuff like twitch streams etc and you're a casual streamer, just let me know and we can figure something out!

I reserve the right to decline your request if it’s something I’m not comfortable with, or if I know I won’t be able to do a good job, even if it’s not on the do-and-don’t list :) 

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Commissions for palestine are open again!! Prices are in USD this time. I can do other things such as animations and comic strips and price for those can be discussed in dms

You can get a commission with these simple steps:

Donate to a vetted fundraiser, a list can be found here

Send me a screenshot for proof of donation, either in Tumblr dms or on discord @/mitosis_will_fix_this

Send me references and a description of what you want me to draw and I will do so!

The only things I will not draw is anything sexual in nature, as I am a minor, extreme gore, hate speech, mecha or urban landscapes

Also bringing attention to some specific fundraisers of those who have personally contacted me:

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If Ive missed somebody please let me know

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Ya’ll ever have a dream so lifelike it feels aggressively real until one thing goes a little too wrong and then you start to realize that maybe you’re in a dream but it’s also too real to convince yourself it’s not real that you can’t wake yourself up? 

TW: panic attack, I say gun, uhhh blood ig? Bishop says a kinda weird thing but that's just him bein him

can I say blood? last time I did it marked me as mature...

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Her heart thumped against her chest, lactic acid building in her legs as she ran. She tapped furiously at her phone, fingers slipping over the screen as she tried to deploy Sheldon. 

Donnie says “no no no” chimed a pixilated picture of Othello, his finger waving back and forth. 

“What the-” She slammed against a wall, her shoulder crunching against the brick. 

His stupid programming on the poor thing to keep Sheldon at his house. Maybe she could override it? 

No, not enough time. She was just going to have to run and hope for the best. 

Her shoulder screamed in protest as she climbed the ladder in the alley. Scrambling over the side of the building to catch her breath, she tapped at the screen again. 

There had to be something she could do to foil his programming. She wiped at her nose, the cold still not quite gone even after days of bed rest. Bullets flew over the edge of the building, seemingly locking on to her body heat. Throwing herself at the ledge at the last second to force the bullets to crash into the wall she coughed violently, phlegm coating her throat.

Stupid sickness. 

Stupid Othello leaving her with the stupid rabbit farmer.

She pushed herself off the ground, arms struggling under the weight of herself. It was as if every muscle in her body was on fire, each fiber screaming at her to stop. She gulped raising her head over the ledge. Agent Bishop was standing on the adjacent rooftop, his face curled into a sneer, eyes unblinking despite the sun in his eyes. 

He waved at her, fingers waggling in the air as he pulled a small gun from his pocket. Aiming it directly at her chest he grinned, his eyes flickering with something distinctly unhuman. 

She stumbled backward, her feet skidding over the concrete as he seemed to lock onto her. Loose rock dug into her knees as she clambered over the rooftop. 

Away.

All she needed to do was get away. 

She placed a hand over her stomach, feeling the raised bump of the scar, as she moved.

This was…

This was wrong? 

It didn’t happen this way. 

No. She didn’t need to get away, she needed to get out. 

The bullet ripped into her skin, tearing away at muscle, and shattering the bone in her rib.

She screamed, blood pouring from the gaping hole in her chest, as Bishop moved closer. He walked to her side, footsteps clanking against the concrete. 

Clawing at the ground she dragged her body along the roof, rocks digging under her nails. Bishop laughed, his foot trampling her hand, digging it into the ground. She gasped, breathing shallowly as she fought to get loose. 

He grabbed her hair, wrapping it between his fingers and tightening his grip as he pulled her from the floor. 

“Oh, this is wonderful.” He smiled, voice dripping with venom. “Such a pretty little thing I caught this evening. I’ve been dying to chat with you.” He pulled her hair up, forcing her to rise. “I wonder if she’ll do any tricks?” 

She spat in his face, her ears filled with an all-consuming ringing. 

Away. 

She needed to get away. 

It didn’t matter how. She needed to get away. 

He said something else, flaunting some sort of mechanism he had hidden in his shirt. She tried to focus on his words, but her breathing was too shallow, her limbs too shaky, the ringing too loud for her to hear a word. 

She clamped a hand over her chest, a sorry attempt to staunch the flow of blood from the gaping hole in her body. Cursing softly she watched as the red seeped into a slithering pink fleshy mass. 

She stifled a scream as the pink turned an orange maroon, her own blood fueling some sort of monster. 

“Shhhhhhh.” Bishop whispered against her ear, “It’ll be done soon. Just one quick slash and you’ll be out of my hair for good.” 

The mass jumped forward, faster than she could comprehend, her body spasming in pain as she scrambled back.

Was this the Krang she’d heard so much about after she’d left the jail? Weren’t they supposed to be mindless or something? 

It lunged forward again, tentacles lashing toward her face. Bishop shook her in front of him, like a toy for a dog. 

“Kendra?”  

She screamed as he tightened his grip on her, shaking her around like a bag of flour. The world around her turned hazy, her vision blurring in and out. 

She wasn’t going to go out without a fight. 

Throwing her head back she jammed her skull into his chin, breaking the grip he had on her hair. 

She clawed at the ground, a strange silky feeling coating her fingers. Pushing away the softness of what was sure to be Krang, she kicked at the mass as it wiggled unnaturally. 

“KENDRA!” A familiar voice shouted at her, a gentle three-fingered nubby touch against her arm. 

Her eyes flew open, arms flailing to the sides to swat at what was left of the Krang matter, as hands held her back. She gasped, her chest heaving as a sinking feeling hit her gut. Dread splashed over her head like a wave, drowning her, leaving nothing but fear.

Eyes widening she looked next to her for Tello, horrified as darkness encroached on her vision, leaving her staring through a pin hole. Nausea rolled through her stomach as she gasped for air, her chest shuddering to keep up with her breathing. 

It hurt. It hurt so bad. 

“Hey, hey, hey.” He whispered, hand placed against her back. “It’s ok you’re home. You’re with me.” 

She jerked backward. He was loud. So so loud. Even with the ringing in her ears, he was too loud. 

Breaths were punched from her lungs faster than she could finish taking them in. Tears streamed down her face as her eyes blew wide. Her chest tightened, lungs twisting as she shook. 

She’s dying. She has to be dying. There’s no other explanation. 

Dead in her room from a nightmare-induced heart attack,  

Her eyes flickered back and forth over the room, not focusing on anything, just wildly scanning for danger she knew wasn’t there. Willing her arm to move, she let out a chocked warble. 

The room seemed to melt around her. Things blurred together, a fuzzy abstract painting of almost-real-life. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she tightened her muscles. 

Her whole body shook as she tried to take steadying breaths. 

“Did you know softshell turtles only have half a plastron?” 

She was in the middle of dying. 

She most definitely did not need turtle facts right now. 

“Technically a full one, but it’s covered by skin, rendering it effectively useless for plastron purposes.” He shrugs. “Same deal as the shell.” 

She looked at him, confusion breaking through the panic. 

“Makes us really flexible though. Wanna see?” 

He got off the bed, walked to the middle of the room, and bent backward. He smiled upside down at her from the floor and smoothly brought himself back up. 

“Pretty neat huh?” He waggled his eyebrows. “Bet no other turtle you meet could do that.” 

Amusement rippled through her as she watched him demonstrate his stretches and various yoga poses.

“I’ve never met another turtle like you.” She breathed, some of the panic melting away. 

“Precisely! No one can do it like me!” He said, pointing his finger at her triumphantly before his face softened. “ We starting to feel a bit better?” 

She brought her thumb and pointer finger close together. A little 

He nodded. “Am I good to come back up or do you need some space?” 

She patted the bed next to her, inviting him closer. She waited until he was seated comfortably before slumping against his shoulder, exhausted. 

He shifted slightly, reaching for his phone with one hand, the other wrapped around her. He let them sit for a moment, reminding her to breathe every few seconds before Sheldon zipped into the room. 

He whispered something to Othello before zooming out of the room. She watched passively as it happened, her body still not quite connected to her soul. 

Sheldon returned moments later, a bag of ice, a bottle of water, a cookie, and tub of lavender lotion in his little propeller arms. 

Othello took them from him, patted his head, and shooed him away. Taking one of the ice cubes he flattened out her hand and placed it in her palm. 

She jerked slightly at the sensation of cold in her hand, surprised when he placed another in her palm. 

“Focus on the melting.” He said, voice low and gentle. 

The ice filled the lines of her hand and dripped over the sides and down her arm. She shivered as the water pooled in her hand. Othello grabbed the cookie from the pile he had created and broke off half to give to her. 

“Thanks?”

He watched her carefully. “What does it taste like?” 

“A cookie?” She said through a mouthful, her hands still full of TV static. 

“I need details.” He pressed. 

She paused, taking a moment to consider the flavors in her mouth. “Vanilla, chocolate chips.” She took another bite. “ Like I left it in the oven a minute or two too long and overcooked them just slightly.” 

She’d have to make another batch, this time keeping an eye on the time. 

He pressed an uncapped water bottle into her hand. “Drink.” 

She pressed the bottle to her lips, feeling the way the cold blossomed against her skin as she held it there. Quietly observing the way she could feel it go down her throat and into her stomach. 

“Are we feeling more alive?” 

She nodded, running her hand along her thigh to feel the fabric of her pajama pants as she pressed her head against his side. 

“Good.” He murmured, sleep creeping into his voice. “You had a panic attack I’m pretty sure.” 

“...Sorry it was for something stupid.” 

“I get worked up over stupid stuff too.” He mumbled, eyes half closed. 

“Your stuff isn’t stupid.” She countered. 

“Then neither is yours.” 

She stopped, lifting her head to look up at him.

He grabbed her hand, flexing the fingers for her. “You feel ok?” 

“I don’t know.” She answered honestly. 

He nodded and guided her to a lying position. “Tell me five of your favorite things.” 

She paused, looking around the room. “Hmmmmm. You.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Mhm. Uhhh, lavender. The color purple. Satin jackets. Baking. Messing around in the lab. Oh, I guess that’s more than five.” 

He tapped her shoulders rhythmically, “You can keep going if you need to.” 

She took in a deep breath. “I think I’m ok now.” 

“Positive?” 

Nodding she pulled the blankets over herself. What she really needed was rest. She was so exhausted from the whole ordeal that the idea of doing anything else felt impossible. 

He got off the bed again, searching beneath the bedframe for something before he pulled a large purple blanket from under the bed. She blinked in surprise as he placed it over her, a weight holding her down to the bed. 

“I should’ve mentioned it was weighted.” 

She pulled her hand out to give a quick thumbs up as he climbed back into bed. She shifted to hold out her arm for a hug. He smiled and pulled her close, wrapping his arm around her waist. 

“You smell like you’ve been using my soap.” She grumbled against his plastron. 

He shrugged. “ I like the way you smell.” 

Rolling her eyes she tugged the blanket higher over her shoulders smiling as soft chirping filled the room, the sound he always made right as he fell asleep. 

“Good night Tello.” She whispered.

His plastron vibrated as he churred back, gently running circles through her hair. 

She was home. And she was safe.

~

squad don't write stuff at four AM I'm pretty sure this only makes sense to me at this point. Anyway I was listening to my pretty princess playlist while writing this 💁‍♀️

the reason why this was written is in the tags btw

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[fattributes]

Braised Beef Short Rib Pasta

[vampire-lover666]

TikTok repost

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Creamy Roasted Pepper and Garlic Pasta (Vegan & Gluten-Free)

[rs-hawk]

Creeptober: Day Two

Raking Nightmare

The Rake x Cis!Woman Reader

CW: slight horror themes, somno, pain, noncon, oral, blood, etc

It’s been a long night, and you’re glad to finally be able to crawl into bed and fall asleep. You’re so tired that you basically collapse, hugging the pillow are you bury your face in it.

Once you’re settled fast asleep, that’s when the Rake creeps into the room. He has been watching you. Waiting. Tonight you’re more exhausted than usual, so he thinks he can get what he wants without waking you up.

Crawling over to the edge of your bed, he continues to stare for a long while. His eyelidless eyes boring into your sleeping body, taking in every curve. Where in life his cock was aches. His mouth waters as he imagines you writhing on his tongue.

Due to his mere presence, nightmares have been consuming your mind, making you whine and twitch. That’s when he pulls himself partially onto your bed. With his long, claw like fingers, he tugs your shorts and panties off. He’s basically drooling when you roll over, not realizing how on display you’ve just made your cunt.

His tongue darts out, quickly running up your lower lips. Your eyebrows furrow together between the feeling and your strange dreams. Using his hands, he pushes your legs further apart. His tongue slowly pushes into you, savoring the way your walls hug it tightly. A low growl escapes his lips as he pushes the entirety of his long tongue inside of you, knowing he’s filling you up more than any cock.

Your dreams take on a more sexual nature. You’re being eaten out by a monster in a variety of places. Despite your fear, your pussy is starting to drip with arousal. The Rake eagerly laps it up, his claws digging into your soft flesh. Small beads of blood bloom under his fingers, but he just keeps at his task.

He draws an orgasm out of you, making you whine and twitch under him, your pussy clenching and throbbing around his tongue. You’re still under his sort of spell, the nightmares flooding your brain making your orgasm and wetness taste even better to him. After he’s tongue fucked you through it, he draws his tongue back to lap at the blood.

His sharp teeth tease the soft skin of your thigh, breaking just the first couple layers. Not enough to make you bleed, but enough to sting. He laps up your blood. Once you stop bleeding, he pulls back to watch your sleeping form. For hours.

Once the first rays of dawn start to peek over the horizon, he crawls away to go back to his hiding space so he can have his favorite treat again tomorrow.

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