#trigger warnings just in case

[snazzyladreal]

Content warning : creepy teeth, spooky eye, slight cartoon horror

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also tw for Pretty Blood

don’t look it up if you don’t like shock animations + animated torture lol

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I swear I don’t need to go to a mental hospital

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now have Rinny

Long story short, she’s a psychopathic sadistic asshole

but she’s got a cute design so I made this

enjoy lmao

[wanderingibon]

anya deserved so much better

[domibomz]

MORE ANASTASIA! The design belongs to my wife @ghostsessioned ! Did you know she finds skulls to be the least interesting bone in the human body ?

[potionbarrel]

science team-tober day 1: before the game

prompt list | science team-tober sideblog

[and-bone-appetit]

Tw: blood (is it blood or ketchup though, up to your imagination :)

Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios

“What a mess!”

Oh my goodness, it’s finally here! My 100 followers dtiys!!!! I’m so sorry it’s so late T-T (this was my third attempt at making sm for it since I wasn’t satisfied with the other ideas, pain)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!!!YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING, WONDERFUL, AND THE BEST!!!! <3 Didn’t think this was gonna happen, but it DID!!! AAAAAAAAAA-

Now for the rules under the cut:

RULES:

You can change the perspective, pose, lighting, background, clothes (and the colors???) You can even do your own horrortale sans design :) Go ham!

Uhhh keep the axe and the ketchup bottle

Splatters!!! Make it messy!!!

ABSOLUTELY NO AI OR TRACING (I’m gonna count gacha in this category so…no gacha)

Deadline will be July 31st (extended to August 5th at 23:59)

Prizes:

1st place: a rendered full body drawing of up to 2 characters of your choice + bg

2nd place: a half body drawing of up to 2 characters of your choice (with simple shading)

3rd place: an icon/pfp drawing of a character of your choice (with simple shading)

Use the tag #boneappetit100dtiys AND tag me (@) so I can see your work!!!

And most importantly, have fun!!! (๑>◡<๑)

[yandere--stuck]

AaaaaAAA I was so happy to see you already had a gore fic for Bill in the works! I have reread it like. 5 times. Your writing scratches my gore itch perfectly, and I just adore fics the intestinal stuff especially <33 and his mentions of your heart also… the romance!! I was inspired by what you wrote, I hope you enjoy it once again :D! (also im doing great, hope ur doing well too :D!!) - zagreus gore anon

Notes for anyone else: This contains gore!! So much gore!! Body horror— It’s Bill’s love language!! (intestinal trauma, mouth trauma, eye trauma…. Honestly ‘you’ here are violated in like every way possible.) No sexual content, but it’s suggestive to me. Bill Cipher is a Weirdo.

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You never quite get used to the pain. You wish you did.

In your memories, the sensation is dulled. You know it was painful, you know it was one of the most horrible sensations of your life, but the full extent of it… You can’t remember. Your brain must be protecting you from it. Every act of Bill’s love would constitute life-long trauma for anyone else, yet you live through another session of it day by day. No. Scratch that. They wouldn’t be alive to recall it. They wouldn’t make it half as far as you. For you, no such easy, simple fate can ever be attainable. The weirdness of his new world has conquered Death itself.

Bill had cradled his intestines in your arms, laughing as they helplessly twitched and writhed against his body, cooing at them as you howled in pain. “Aww, are you excited to see papa?” He’d said, and only the strangeness of it had kept you from repressing it. He talked to your guts as if they were puppies, as if blood smeared across his bricks were innocent licks against his skin instead. Another time, he’d wrapped your guts around his triangular body, and called it the ‘world’s most intimate hug’ as he whispered sweet nothings about how much he looooves you, and also the health of your gut bacteria. Somehow, he always outdoes himself.

Bill had dug even deeper, crumbling your ribs to smithereens in his hands, and held your still-beating heart in his palms as an object of reverence. “All mine, all mine…” He’d muttered to himself, his pupil momentarily expanding to a large, inky abyss. The pain had been so intense that you’d slipped into shock. A bad habit of yours, as Bill called it, would be your tendency to slip into memories of the past to escape the present. When you should be focusing on him.

That time, he’d jolted you back to reality by fire-hot pain slashing through your heart. All the time, it continued pumping, spurting blood in Bill’s direction with every pump. His powers were the only thing keeping you alive. When, once, blood sprayed right into his eye and he was forced to take a break, you smiled for just a moment. A lopsided, crooked grin. He’d used a mirror to show you his handiwork. In the outer flesh of your heart, he’d burned a little triangle. He’d already healed the skin. The lighter pink scarring stood out against the rest of your heart. Marked forever. Though he’s usually so talkative, at that moment, he’d been quiet for just a few seconds.

Then, he’d laughed, breaking all tension. “Wow, it sure smells like barbecue in here!”

On another occasion, he had hummed a little tune to himself, comically large saw in hand, as he cut off your limbs one by one. You could never forget the sound as the teeth sawed through your bones, bit by bit. Tearing through muscle. The clunk of your arm hitting the floor. Your leg. Rinse and repeat. You swore you could still feel your arms and legs, once you lost enough blood and your vision went hazy. Bill had hugged you against his smaller form. (He could change his body’s size, technically. But he always preferred appearing just as he was to you.)

“Without all those gangly, long limbs of yours, we can really cuddle now!” The next day, all of your limbs had regrown.

He’d cradled your face with one hand, and kept your mouth open with his other wrist. You could see nothing except for that giant eye of his as he pried your teeth out of your mouth, one by one. The taste of blood filled your mouth. He’d tug and tug and tug, not nearly using enough strength, and being entirely aware of it, until finally yanking it out once and for all. (Until it regrew, that is.) Under your gaze, he took your teeth one by one, drilled a little hole in them and strung them together on a necklace.

“Hmmmm,” he’d hummed to himself, a long, drawn-out noise. “I feel like it’s missing something. What do you think?” Before you could answer, not that you had any desire to, he snapped his fingers. “Oh! I know! For a sign of our undying love for each other, it’s a little plain with just teeth!”

In the next moment, Bill had taken out one of your eyes. You cannot comprehend how such a, relatively, small part of your face could hurt so unimaginably much. You wanted him to drape his guts all over himself again. You’re sure a point-blank gunshot to the head would’ve hurt less. Been less discomforting. His fingers had shrunk into paper-thin appendages and slipped past your eyeball, digging and cutting away at the nerves behind it. You cried tears of blood. If there was anything in your stomach, you might have thrown up.

Then, all at once, pain had blossomed into pure, mind-numbing pleasure. Compared to the pain, this is what you would like to forget the most. You’d gurgled out a moan through the spit gathered at the back of your throat. Your limbs had twitched helplessly against your restraints. When your optic nerve finally snapped, you’d whined as Bill took your eye out, exclaiming “Pop!” as he did so. For just a moment, he’d juggled your detached eyeballs in his hands, having left you panting.

“Yes, now this’ll make a good centerpiece!”

Pain had become just pain once again as soon as his touch left you. There is nothing good about a gaping, throbbing hole left in your face. You whine, sniffle softly, to get his attention. You hardly ever speak out loud anymore. Bill can read your every thought and is aware of your every idea. When speaking takes up more energy than it saves, why should you? In that moment, you had lacked the energy to think about it, your body desperately trying to recover itself.

Right now, you wonder why he’d make it feel good. Why, this one time. You don’t immediately get a response. Bill just laughs and laughs and laughs, running his fingers across the teeth of his necklace, poking the eyeball in the very middle. In your eye-socket, an exact replica of it has re-formed itself.

“You’re so funny! Why do you think I did anything at all? That was all you, baby!” His pupil transforms into a heart. It’s a blink-or-you-miss it transformation, and as soon as it happened, you think you’ve made it up. “I told you that you’d come around to it! Maybe we can even share in a little bit of pain next time, huh?”

You haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since, both his words and how mind-numbingly good it had felt. Maybe he’d simply lied to you, maybe it’d all been his doing. That would be the best outcome, right?… With time, you know Bill will ‘show you his love’ again— He always does. But this time, you await it with fear, largely fear, but with a little anticipation, too. There’s no need to tell him. He already knows.

ANON I AM BARKING LIKE A DOG!!!!!!!! BARKBARKBARKBARK THIS IS AMAZING!!!!! God, your descriptive voice is so good, it's so vivid!!!! Bill tricking reader into thinking they like it and them believing it...... Yummy yummy corruption in my tummy <3

Thank you so much for this, I can only hope what I write holds a candle to this!!! You never disappoint raaghh.

Bill draping your guts around as the world's most intimate hug. GOD. Also it's so fashionable! Gut scarf, teeth and eyeball necklace, literally wearing pants of your body to shoe his love and claim of you. Aaaa I'm kicking my feet!!

Thank you so much again holy smokes

[neon-glowing-rainbow-stims]

April Fools!! ANTI-stimboard - An unsatisfying, cursed, viscerally unpleasant board :(((

💄.🐷.🌈{}}🍞.🎱.🍞{]{⭕.🥤.🚅

[nichiperi]

A few totally-not-cursed drawpile doodles from game night in the Bananapoop server~! They're all so normal and straightforward they need no explanation, I'm sure. (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

[maudiemoods]

Homies chill on each other's lap and flirt at sleepovers right

Exploding your brain with my sun x moon art

‼️‼️FLASHING LIGHTS BELOW!!!!‼️‼️

Speed draw below omg

I absolutely hate my art process but this is fun to watch so im sharing it wooo

[bunnithechubs]

Vlad taking out the trash & instantly winning his Lady back.

[circadianrhythmofthekiller]

Perhaps on of the false BB’s we see throughout the games, like the moral art BBs or one of the BB killer cosplayers.

day 33 - if you meet bb in the road…. you’re DEAD

[cloud-ya]

big catch

[cybergothvox]

Hello.

My name is Vox.

In this script,

I will be teaching you

About hypnosis

While also hypnotizing you

Everyone is hypnotizable

Even you

However,

Some people have trouble 

Going into hypnosis

And this is normal.

For this script

Do not worry

Weather you are really

Being hypnotized

Or not. 

Just relax

Focus on my words

Enjoy how they make you feel

Keep in mind

That hypnosis

Is not mind control

I cannot make you do anything

That you do not want to do

And you can wake up

At any time you need.

You may become

More suggestible

During hypnosis

And following the suggestions

Of a hypnotist

Feels very good.

So you may find yourself

Wanting to do

What is asked

Especially since

You and the hypnotist

Share a goal

And are working together

To hypnotize you.

But still

Your mind is your own.

While there are many theories

About hypnosis

Most agree that

At its core

Is a heightened state of focus.

Like right now

You may find yourself

Especially focused

On my words.

The sight of my words

Appearing on your screen

In short

Easy to read

Chunks

That make my words

Sink

Deep

Inside your mind.

It is normal to have thoughts

Of other things

During hypnosis.

If your mind wanders,

All you have to do

Is shift your attention

Back to the hypnosis

To the words

You are reading

And you will go

Deep into trance.

It can be helpful

To have a metaphor

To quiet thoughts.

For example,

Imagine your thoughts

Are written on a white board

Just as soon as they are written

They are erased again

Until your mind is clean

And blank

New things may be written,

But just as quickly

They are erased again.

Until your mind is clean

And blank

Of everything

But my words.

The typical hypnosis structure

Is made up of

Three parts.

Induction

Suggestion

And waking up.

The purpose of induction is

To bring you into trance. 

There are many ways

To do an induction

Explaining how

Hypnosis works

Is a common induction.

But anything can work

To bring you into trance

If it is used to draw your focus.

Trance is a normal state of being

You may notice it

In your daily life

When you become very focused

And lose track

Of things around you

All your thoughts

All your senses

Focused

On one thing. 

Once you are in trance

You may find yourself

Highly receptive

To suggestions. 

Suggestions

That deepen trance

Are used during induction

Such as

The suggestion

That you are very focused

That you are very relaxed.

But once you are

Deep into trance

Like you are now

Almost any suggestion

Can be made

And it would feel

So good

And so easy

To follow along.

I could ask you to do

Almost anything

And naturally

You would find yourself

Wanting to do as I ask

Wanting to think

What I tell you to think

And it would feel

So good.

However,

Since this is an introduction

I won’t spend too much time here

And instead

I’ll give you the chance

To think

About what kind of suggestions

You might like to experience

Next time you are in a trance.

And now,

It is time to

Gently wake you up.

Typically, a hypnotist

Should help you to gently return

To your normal state of mind

Or to what I like to call

“The waking world.”

Some people wake up quickly,

While others need more time

And that’s okay.

No matter how you experience it,

It is alright,

And just how you are meant to experience it.

Slowly, you will become more aware

Of the room around you.

What objects you can see.

What sounds you can hear around you.

You will feel normal thought returning

You may think about what you did earlier

What you may do later

Still feeling relaxed

Just gently allowing thought to return

And allowing your focus to shift to other things.

Gently move your limbs,

Stretch a bit when you feel ready.

And take as much time as you need to wake up.

You can always return here when you need to

But for now, you feel ready to continue on with your day.

[spoiledmilks]

Karma’s bidding

[somelazyassartist]

Oh I have found out the Damnation mechanic is very fun......

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[matchalovertrait]

What is a chef to do when she loses her appetite due to sadness?