#soft but spooky lol

[daily-spooky]

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[phallusmagnificus]

[nensy25]

[wordswithloveee]

[memessaga3257]

[doggohumor5356]

[sysig]

For the last day of requestober, can you please draw something spooky/scary with Negative RGB? With all the cool lighting stuff you've been doing recently, I think it could be very dramatic, and I'd love to see him in your style!

Day 31 -Pl̷̼͙̯̼̟̈́͒̃̓͆e̵̢͔̞̤̯͗as̴̨͆̒̏e dö̸̧̢̝̳́͝ not̸̨̞͔̗͆̔͝ͅ ̶̦̋͒a̵̪͋̉̈́̒djus̶̪͔͎̘͈̍́̂̅̚t yö̶̙̺͎́͘u̷͚̙̿̓͆r sc̸̙͍͒rę̸̰̺̣̿̓͌̔̎en̴̏̈́͊ͅ

[keerthanapulki]

Look at my dance.

#dance #fashion#aesthetic #bellydancer #bellydancing #bellydance #bodypositivity #fatactivism #fatacceptance #fat #sohot 🔥🔥🔥#sohotandsexy #sexypose #sexychick #sexyandbeautiful #dancer #bellydance

[spookysalem13]

This is so accurate! 😅

Forever mainly me and my goblin cocoon.

Especially as a chronically ill disabled alternative person. I've never been called out more 😄.

[rinabirgul]

the urge to follow a white rabbit and never come back

[jack-the-nibbler]

Voretober Day One: Mask/Safety

Yharnam is a death trap for a borrower, but there are a rare few who may shield you from the dangers it holds.

The Night of the Hunt is no place for a borrower. It was a horrific enough time for anyone unfortunate enough to be caught out in the street as the sun went down, but it was particularly harrowing for someone as small as yourself. It was all too easy to be stepped on, stumble into a pyre, or snapped up by a beast or crow. Safe places were few and far between.

You hurried along through the darkened streets of Yharnam, leaping at every noise. A rusted axe being dragged along the ground, the snarls of hungry monsters, the shouting of hunting mobs. You huddled against a corner, shielding yourself from view and from the cold. If you could just find a safe place to sleep through the terror of the night…

The sound of footsteps caught your attention, and you quickly huddled in on yourself. A human was approaching, a hunter…but from what you could gather, he seemed stable. No lurching, stumbling gait of a deteriorating madman, walking with a cautious, yet collected posture. His long coat and saw cleaver were lightly spattered with blood, but he appeared untouched by infection…for now. But you were intrigued by this stranger. Was he an outsider like yourself? You peeked out, trying to get a better view.

You swiftly realized your mistake when he paused, turning to look in your direction. Had your movement given you away? You quickly shrunk back, but he was already approaching. The hunter tilted his head, leaning down to inspect the trembling little borrower trying to blend in with the cobblestones. It seemed your curiosity and his perception would be the death of you…

The hunter reached a gloved hand close, but to your shock he didn’t grab you. He just held his hand out, as if inviting you to step on. You frowned, daring to look up at him. Most of his face was obscured by a feathered tricorn hat and a mask that covered just about everything except for his curious blue eyes and a bit of his brown hair. Deciding that you were cornered anyways, you carefully stepped upon his hand, hoping he’d be nice enough to give you a swift end.

The hunter cupped his hands around you, gazing down at your tiny, shivering form. He wasn’t crushing you, and didn’t seem to have any malicious intent. Slowly and with great care, he brought you against his chest, cradling you close. It was warm, blocking out the cold of the night. You huddled against his chest, giving a soft little sigh.You were confused, but had to admit that this was nice.

The hand cradling you suddenly lifted you up to the mask that wrapped around most of his face. His free hand reached up to pull down his balaclava, and to your shock, opened his mouth wide. This hunter was going to eat you! You knew it was too good to be true! You shook your head, but his hand pressed you further. His tongue slipped out, giving a slow, gentle lick up along your body. You shivered, giving him a pleading look. Again, you couldn’t sense any ill intent…he wasn’t just shoving you into his mouth either. What was he planning?

You were gently slid onto the hunter’s extended tongue. It was so slimy…but rather soft. His warm breath washed over you, completely eliminating the chill of the night. The hunter’s tongue pulled you inside, his teeth and lips closing shut behind you. He pulled his mask back up, giving you no chance to escape if you got cold feet. You took a deep breath, trying to keep yourself calm as his tongue swished and wrapped around you, tasting and coating you in saliva. At least he wasn’t chewing you up…

You were soon pushed towards the back of the hunter’s tongue, peering down into his throat. It looked dark and wet, pulsing as if in anticipation to pull you down. Shuddering, but accepting the inevitable, you let yourself slide feet first into the hunter’s gullet as he tilted his head back. With a gulp, the squishy flesh hugged your legs, one more engulfing the rest of your body. A whimper escaped you as the peristalsis dragged you downwards.

The motion of the hunter’s throat squeezed you all over, almost taking your breath away. You weren’t getting suffocated, thankfully, but your mind was racing with all sorts of possibilities. Would you run out of air in his stomach? Would you have to suffer a slow, slimy end from digestion? The trip down felt like forever, but you were soon yelping as you landed within the belly of the beast hunter.

You pressed yourself up against one of the fleshy walls, your eyes wide. You couldn’t believe it…you had been swallowed. All around you were the gurgles and groans of his innards, his heart pounding right above you. What should you do? Try to force your way out? You couldn’t just lay here and let his body absorb you!

You flinched as you felt a gentle pressure and motion from outside. The hunter was rubbing his stomach…for a moment you feared that he truly saw you as nothing but a snack, but it didn’t feel that way. There was a sense of reassurance to it…like he was trying to tell you that you’d be okay. That you would be safe with him.

Well…maybe this wasn’t so bad. He’d been careful with you, much more than he needed to be, not to mention you had yet to feel any signs of digestion. You sighed as you nestled into one of the slimy, yet cozy folds of the stomach. Better to end up here than in the guts of some horrible beast. It was dark, but it was a comforting, warm darkness. Not anything like the chilling, ominous darkness of the Yharnam streets, where danger lurked around every corner. You curled up and gently kneaded the slippery flesh, letting yourself drift off.

The Hunter rubbed his stomach again, stifling a burp. He’d already cleared out this area, so he’d have a mostly safe, if lengthy walk to the nearest Messenger Lamp. He’d planned to spit you out within the safety of the Hunter’s Dream, but given how you were resting peacefully inside of him, it couldn’t hurt to rest up there for a while. The Hunter’s hand lingered over his middle for a moment before taking his gun from his hip. He needed to protect his new little friend.

[daily-spooky]

[keeps-ache]

captcha that

[batz]

room stuff! im still decluttering tho so i have less n less stuff. rlly no longer interested in my old collection or at least the old disney stuff. keeping SOME of it for sentimental reasons tho ofc<3 i need more wall art tho my walls r Naked mostly

also squeak image , well, shes snoozing

[wordswithloveee]

[memessaga3257]