#skin walker

[thepalecrawlers]

Texas is at it again with some scary shit

[selkaycik]

skinwalker cat

[issak]

You guys YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!

You won't believe what I found in a random Toy R' us clearance aisle, Which I only went in to scape from the screams of a "distressed " mother in the courtyard, her voice was so high it pierced through my noise canceling headphones (a most impressive feat), I'm not kidding, hopefully she found her kid because if if wasn't for her and my need to [leave were the drama was been happening tm] I wouldn't have found these gems, I wish her good fortune forever more.

Lost children aside, I lost it when I lay eyes on theses, straight up say out loud, "I don't care how much you cost YOU ARE COMING WITH ME!!!!"

They are paperback volumes of 光が死んだ夏, or Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu which is an amazing Japanese manga series written and illustrated by Mokumokuren, Ghosts, trauma, a bit of homophobia, codependency, twisted romance, ELDRITCH HORRORS!!!!! a side of attempted murder. It has a little bit of everything, and Mokumokuren sensei's art is Breathtakingly haunting, for example, the dialog boxes merge with the background to illustrate our titular boy ever decreasing mental health, it has SO much going for it, and it IS AMAZING.

Do yourself a favor and try this manga out, is soooo good.

[qdrex]

So. You guys probably know how all the AI generated videos are like

Like, a video where something is supposed to move, but it starts to get weird and just turns into something else, like an animal?

Hope you understand

That's how skinwalkers would turn in my opinion

[raindear-a]

✨ADOPTABLE OPEN FOR AUCTION!✨

SkinWalker + The Mimic 🦌🔊 & Holy Devil’s Tooth Mushroom 🍄🪽

SB (start bidding): 9 usd

MI (minimal increase): 1 usd

- Chibi (no watermark, PNG, transparent background) Apply to BOTH

AB1 (auto buy): unlock after 3 bids

- Chibi (no watermark, PNG, transparent background) Apply to BOTH

- Normal Scale (no watermark, PNG, transparent background) + Shadow version for Skinwalker

- Normal Scale (no watermark, PNG, transparent background) + Ox head version + Lion head version for Devil’s tooth Mushroom

AB2 (auto buy): unlock after 3 bids

Same as AB1 + commercial use

[spacepizzacat2]

TRIGGER WARNING

[chocolatesauce-blog-blog]

Apologies for the lack of silly robot goober posts, I’ve been a little busy

(Busy as in one of our alters hoarding front to play an insane amount of Wizard101 /lh)

In the meantime have this horrific deer thing 👍

[ananimice]

it isn't me

Ryan awoke with a start, gasping. He sat up and reached over to click on the lantern, eyes scanning the tent quickly. Everything was where it had been when they'd turned the light out. Shane was tucked into the sleeping bag next to him, lashes fanned against his cheeks as he dozed. Ryan watched his chest rise and his breath leave in a light steam from his slightly parted lips.

Fuck it was cold.

The man sighed and pulled his coat tighter around him, rubbing his hands together. Whatever had woken him up still had his heart pounding, but the sleep in his mind was slowly pulling him back into relaxation. He scanned the tent one more time, not so much as a bug catching his eye, before sliding back into the welcoming warmth of his cocoon of blankets. His eyes slid closed and he took a deep, steadying breath.

Then he heard it. A piercing wail in the night, clearly bovine. It reminded Ryan of the way a cow would cry after losing her baby. This time, he heard the horses shuffle and wicker nearby, like they were getting anxious. 

His initial freeze of terror led him to sitting back up, throat clicking with a dry swallow. He nudged Shane.

“Sh.. Shane,” Ryan said softly. Shane’s eyes tightened and he frowned slightly, rolling away further. Ryan bit his lip and shook him this time, making him grumble and open an eye partially to look at his partner. “Something's not right,” Ryan said quietly, pleading. “I heard one of the cattle scream.” Shane snorted and tucked himself in further.

“Well get your gun and go. Prolly a wolf.” he muttered. Ryan swallowed again and looked over at the rifles along the side of the tent. He sat a second, then heard the crying sound again. 

With a sigh and a nod, he grabbed the gun that had slowly become a familiar weight in his hand. He still had yet to actually hit anything with it, but the shooting lessons were getting him used to the kickback at least. If anything, it would scare a wolf off at the very least.

He stumbled out of the tent in his long johns, zipping it up after him in a practiced movement. Moonlight bathed the field, illuminating everything in front of him. The horses remained hitched nearby, eyeing and huffing at Ryan as he had appeared. The cattle, as usual, remained down the hill in their great huddle. The man stood at the top of the hill, looking over them. He was tempted to say he didn't see anything and crawl back into the tent, back into the safety of his blankets and Shane. 

It still felt stupid to rely on him like that, but it was getting easier.

The cold began creeping into his jacket and he huffed, steam escaping him. “God, fuck this,” he muttered, holding the rifle sideways in front of him and beginning his descent to the herd.

He didn't hear the scream again, which would have made him think he was imagining things if the cattle hadn't begun fidgeting. They bayed and stomped in their huddle as Ryan approached, but parted easily as the man whistled to scatter them and walked into the crowd.

He kept his eyes moving as he walked slowly, counting and making sure he could see each cow he passed well enough to determine they were fine. As the number rose, and the cold sunk into his fingertips, he found himself getting annoyed. It was always like him to get freaked out over nothing. Coming to the mountains had been a dumbass decision on his part, like he didn't have enough problems in his life without-

The last of the herd took off, leaving Ryan about ten yards from something flopped in the long grass. Steam billowed off of it in the frozen air. Ryan was stock still, listening intently to the distinct sound of… squelching. The mass - a cow, apparently - shuddered, a low pitiful groan escaping it.

Something growled and Ryan heard snapping, like sticks breaking, followed by a disgusting barrage of wet. He felt bile rise in his throat as the comparison to raw beef being pulverized came to mind.

Slowly, carefully, he raised his rifle against his shoulder and stepped closer. It was too late for this cow, but he could take out the predator if he didn't spook it.

Tense moments passed as he willed his breathing to remain steady, the chill of the air and adrenaline making his arms ache and shudder lightly.

Eight yards, then six. He swallowed hard and cocked his gun.

The creature tearing into the bovine froze. He closed his eyes hard once then opened them again, chastising the way he should have readied the rifle before he'd even descended the hill. 

Slowly, it rose its head. 

First, Ryan noticed the distinct lack of fur. 

Second, the round human-like head. 

Third, the horrific too-wide fanged mouth.

Fourth…

“Sh-Shane?” Ryan all but squeaked, his rifle slowly falling.

Shane smiled, fangs lacing together. If Ryan hadn't spent every waking hour of the last month thinking about the slope of his nose and the crinkle of his eyes, he wouldn't be able to recognize him under the sheer amount of blood. But… it was Shane, naked, feasting on a barely-living cow.

Shane slowly rose to his feet, suddenly too tall, too thin, too… supernatural.

Ryan clutched his rifle, forgetting it was a weapon, his eyes wide and mouth agape as he followed the movement. A sick, wrong sound emerged from Not-Shane, almost like a chuckle.

“Ryyyy-aaaaan…” it sang, muscles tensing as he hunched forward. Distantly, the man knew it was preparing to attack, but he couldn't get himself to react, to breathe, to anything.

“Ryan!” Shane shouted, the distinct thump of boots running on hard soil ripping him out of his fear. Ryan raised his rifle as Not-Shane turned and crouched, pouncing off towards the treeline.

A shot in the dark, literally. A squeal as it stumbled through the grass, pausing so briefly before it continued to sprint off.

Shane came up beside him, panting and staring after the creature. Ryan was shaking like a leaf, rifle still posed.

“I-I-I f-fucking shot it,” he breathed. Big, comforting, familiar hands carefully placed themselves over his, slowly pushing the gun down and clicking the safety on.

“Ry, Ry, look at me- fuck, what was that-”

And it all went dark.

[thepalecrawlers]

Dog child spirit

[blackbomb206]

Crossed Field #1

Finally a full comic panel :')

This is my newest serie hope u guys like it

[theonelittlebastard]

not me making ocs based on American Murder song’s songs

[letsgethaunted]

My toxic trait is thinking I could befriend a sk*nw*alker

[corrupted-llama]

Gyutaro is that you?!?! xD xD

[indi3c4t]

How Did This Run Go So Wrong So Fast?!

[catdisguisedasaduck]

Not taking any chances