#tw// corpse mutilation

[canadiannationalfox]

Murder Drones - TessaJ Posthumous - Her Blessed Remains

(takes place during the events of Episode 3)

WARNING GORE AND LOTS OF HEAVY EMOTIONS

J awoke in the pod. She gasped for air as her internal compressor kicked on. She had some burn marks on her legs where the railgun had injured her that were starting to fade. J wrapped her tail around herself for comfort, her footsteps making the tin floors of the space-ship let out a metallic 'tap' with every step.

Once J reached the control helm, she looked upon the girl in the spacesuit. Normally around Tessa, she would be herself and more loosened up, but she felt something was wrong, she could tell something was wrong, but her memory was too foggy. She stood back, hunched slightly to appear more apologetic, she greeted somberly, "I'm sorry for what happened back there... That you had to repair me."

The Aussie voice came through the helmet with a slight metallic echo, "S'alright, J. We are heading there now to take care of things."

J sat at the second-in-command seat to the left of the woman in the spacesuit. She sighed, looking away, not wanting to make eye contact.

The woman released the pressure from her helmet and took it off.

J heard the hiss of the nitrogen escaping the helmet, she dreaded the next part, but she had to look, she had to face her boss. If she had a stomach and a gag-reflex, J would've retched at the sight, it wasn't fully Tessa anymore under the helmet, it was a twisted amalgamation Cyn and Tessa.

The deceased looking woman trilled in a monotone voice, "[giggle] and what were you ex-expecting, J? Your little princess?"

J glared at her boss, she didn't want to talk. "Let's just get back to Copper 9 and finish the job like you want." She felt like crying, she wanted to be sad so badly, but, she couldn't cry, not in front of the current CEO of JC Jensen.

Cyn smiled a wicked grin, the greying skin on her face made her smile look even more twisted and deranged. She mimicked in the Tessa voice, "Oh come on, Jaybird, aren't you happy to see me?"

J hiccupped in sorrow, she barely made eye contact with the Tessa and Cyn amalgamate. "I... I am, just... I want to be done and over with this. I want to go back and kill that purple toaster. Then we can move on to the next one..." She scorned as she insulted bluntly, "That is if you don't wipe my memory again."

Cyn teased again in the Tessa voice while tapping her fingers together wickedly, "Why, because you think then that I'm your precious Tessa, so you obey and treat me better?"

J was more dulled to the memory resets now, and she had faint memories from them, even if it was fuzzy.

Cyn saw this now as a game, she stated in her normal voice as she picked up a knife, "[Grab] [giggle giggle]" She laughed as she held the knife up to a matted onyx section of her vessel's hair.

J slapped the knife out of Cyn's hand. She growled defensively, "Don't you fucking dare."

Cyn laughed before saying in a slightly-less monotone voice, "What? Does it bother you?"

"It does, a lot!" J screamed back, she couldn't hold her emotions in check any longer, her eyes streamed LED tears.

The cyborg mocked with a sickening laugh, "Did it bother you when Tessa made that precious wig you wear every day?" She teased cruelly as she reached to the back of her head and pulled a small chunk of ebony hair out and threw it at J's face, she heinously smirked at J's dismayed expression before she taunted, "I thought you had a thing for Tessa's hair, right?"

The disassembly drone leader growled with vendetta, she couldn't stand the complete disrespect for Tessa's body. The emotionally wrecked J exclaimed, her core aching with sorrow, "You killed her, Cyn! You killed the only person I cared about! She was my everything! TESSA WAS OUR EVERYTHING! SHE SPARED YOU, AND YOU COULDN'T SPARE HER!"

Cyn smiled wickedly as she picked the knife up again, she now pointed it at J's throat.

J didn't flinch, she was too distressed to care. "Go on, do it then! Kill me off, see if I care!" J shouted, her LED eyes going into the oval light mode, she shook slightly as she was consumed with sobbing and tears. She breathed heavily, her insides were running hot now, and there was no oil to drink.

"Are you done your little tantrum?" Cyn teased in the Tessa voice as she set down the knife.

J breathed heavily and responded, "While I have to obey you... just know if something happens and you perish... I WILL give Tessa a proper burial." She admitted nobly, despite her shaken emotional state, "Her blessed remains deserve respect and rest. My princess deserves that at very least."

Cyn was tired of J's noble streak and stabbed a USB flashdrive into J's hand.

J screeched in pain as she held her hand. She felt dizzy and started to sway before she collapsed onto the floor.

Cyn mocked once more in the Tessa voice to her strongest disassembly drone that was losing consciousness, "Sweet dreams, Jay-bird, let's hope you forget this by the time we get to Copper 9."

The End

[xxrobotessaxx]

".. do I need to help with anything?"

@nate-doorman-elliot

She turned around to see Nate. "If you'd like, it would be nice if we went to check the old mausoleum for shiny trinkets," she offered gently as she ruffled Nate's wig, "Maybe find some extra hair to repair the parts of your wig that need some extra fluff."

She was already in her blue denim romper with the brass buttons, messenger bag across her body, and prepared with a pair of really good scissors, a box knife, an electric lantern, and a small trowel (mini shovel)

"You don't have to do if you don't want to"

[celestedoesarttm]

What’s the Holdup?

[melishade]

Number 6 or 15, about Megs and OP let everything off their chest at Megs death in Shockwave Timeline ending ? Pick that you think the best one

This ask game

For context: Part 28: Ending and Dark Timeline Epilogue

TW Death. TW Decapitated Head. TW Blood (Or Energon)

Megatron was distracted for only a moment. He had heard the sounds of the predacon crying out, forcing Shockwave and him to stop fighting. They had both watched the predacon falling from the sky before crashing into the ground, Wheeljack and Arcee being thrown off the creature. The insect like creature that Shockwave had managed to muster disappeared into steam from existence. Finally, all the titans and titan shifters had been turned back into humans.

He should be elated. The power of the titans was no more, but confusion clouded his mind. How did this happen? What was the cause? What-?!

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Megatron felt searing, hot, white, pain at the sensation of blaster fire from a cannon tearing through his abdomen. Megatron could feel dark energon already leaking from his body as he cried out in pain and fell onto his back. He was distracted for only a moment, and he was now going to pay the price.

"How?! HOW DID YOU DO IT?!" Shockwave shouted at him, looming over his body. Megatron never expected to see this kind of emotion from Shockwave ever again, "You had nothing! No plan! No proper tools! I had everything! I had all the proper tools and schematics! Yet you ended the power of the titans! How?!"

Megatron winced as his optics scanned the battlefield. Shockwave had a point. They had no real plan besides getting Eren and Zeke back. They were still in the dark about how the power of the titan operated. How did that power disappear in the first place? Through the steam and the panic and confusion of the humans running around, Megatron spotted it. He spotted the sight of Mikasa on her knees, holding something to her chest with a look of sorrow in her eyes. Tears streamed down her face before she shut her eyes. Megatron's optics realized that in her grasp...

...was Eren's decapitated head. His head was cut clean from his body. Eren's eyes were closed, and he could see just a small expression of peace. The body of the now dead titan shifter was slowly turning to dust, but he was surprised to see that the head still remained. Megatron...felt bitterness. He felt an ache. He felt loss. But...the sight of Mikasa grieving over Eren could only mean one thing. And that one thing...oh Primus that one thing was the most ironic and twisted joke of all.

Megatron couldn't help it; he started laughing bitterly, and that laughing invoked Shockwave's ire.

"What's so amusing?!" Shockwave demanded.

"Love," Megatron answered him with the biggest bitter grin he could muster, "It was love. The most illogical, unreasonable, emotion out there, that helped us defeat you."

If Shockwave wasn't angry before, he was definitely in a state of fury right now. Megatron prepared for death as Shockwave charged his cannon once more, but the former warlord let out a quiet gasp as Optimus decapitated the mad scientist from behind. Optimus didn't even bother to check the kill or wait until the body hit the ground. After he made his killing blow, he ran towards Megatron.

"Megatron!" Optimus cried out as he kneeled down and examined his wounds. Optimus was horrified. His abdomen was torn to shreds! Dark energon was leaking out of him! He was certain Megatron's spine was destroyed!

"Stay awake! Stay with me! I'm going to get you help! I-!" Optimus scanned the battlefield, but...he couldn't think of anything. The neutral ship didn't prepare a groundbridge in time, and they would have to review Shockwave's schematics before making a jump. Optimus couldn't carry Megatron on his own; he was already weak from his own fight! Wheeljack and Arcee were trying to support each other! They couldn't drag him onto the Jackhammer without causing more damage to his body! And all the titan shifters have just lost their powers! Where was Eren?! Why was Armin running to Mikasa in distress?! What could he do?! What was he supposed to do?!

"I need a medic!" Optimus cried out in desperation, "Please!"

"Optimus, don't bother," Megatron told him weakly, coughing up energon in the process, "Who would be willing to save someone as worthless as me?"

"Megatron you're not worthless! You helped stop Shockwave-!"

"Who caused him to be like this?" Megatron asked rhetorically, "Optimus...it's too late for me. Leave me be. The others...Eren is-!"

"Let me fix this, brother please!" Optimus begged.

Megatron was surprised at Optimus' plea and smiled sadly. "The one thing I stayed on this world for was you. For your acceptance and forgiveness. But this world has changed me, and now..."

Megatron could still feel the loss of dark energon from his body continue. His internal systems were screaming at him, but he ignored it. "All I've done is just hurt you with my selfishness all over again."

Optimus hated how his instincts were telling him of the now hopeless situation. There was too much energon loss. He was going to die, and...

"I've been selfish as well," Optimus confessed, "I never killed you...because I hoped...you would come to your senses...and we could go back to Maccadam's like we used to. And that hope, that selfishness that slowly died over time, never truly went away, and that got many others killed."

"...And I took advantage of that kindness," Megatron relented, "My mistakes are not your fault."

Optimus blinked in surprise as he felt lubricant come out of his optics and tears stream down his faceplates.

"They never were," Megatron reassured.

"Megatron." Optimus grabbed his clawed and bloodied servo with both of his, "I just got you back. Please. Please don't leave me brother. Please."

"It's not a choice I can give." Megatron felt his words beginning to slur. He felt lubricant slip out of his optics as his vision began to fade. He had no idea what was going to happen. He was truly scared. He was going to die like this. He didn't want to die now, but...there was no choice.

"Thank...you...bro...th..." Optimus gasped in horror when he felt Megatron's body go limp. His servo slipped out of his grasp and fell limply on the floor. Optimus looked to Megatron's faceplates, but the life was gone. There were remnants of lubricant around the corner of his now lifeless optics. But the former warlord...looked so at peace.

"Megatron! Megatron wake up! Please wake up! Megatron!" Optimus screamed at Megatron. Everyone else who was still alive converged onto the scene before them. Wheeljack and Arcee were supporting each other while Hanji was helping Levi stand on his feet. The Ackerman was bloodied and bruised everywhere, the extent of his injuries unknown. Even though Hanji was free from the being a pure titan, the Commander's right eye had not healed at all.

"Chief," Wheeljack mumbled.

"Megatron, wake up!" Optimus slammed his fist into Megatron's chest, but noticed something dreadful. His chest was still glowing purple. Megatron was dead...and Unicron might still have him. No! NO! Unicron was not going to keep him! Not while his still functioned! Optimus pulled out his sword and rammed it into Megatron's chest, shocking everyone. The sword didn’t pierced all the way through Megatron’s armor, so he tried again and again.

“Prime! Prime what the fuck are you doing?! Stop!” Levi screamed at him. But the Titan refused. Optimus continued to cut through Megatron’s armor until the cut was large enough. He used his servos and pulled apart the armor, revealing Megatron’s spark and the dark energon shard. Optimus roared as he ripped the dark energon shard from Megatron’s spark . He threw the crushed object aside before taking out his blaster and firing at it until it turned to dust.

Optimus looked back at Megatron’s corpse, hoping the damn thing would restart, but…it was damaged beyond repair now. Megatron was gone from him. He lost his brother, and he could do nothing else for him now.

Optimus let his tears flow freely as he cried out in sorrow. He sobbed over Megatron’s tattered chest, completely inconsolable. And the others could only watch the Prime’s mental breakdown.

“Why…why would he do that?” Sasha asked Hanji.

“…To save Megatron’s soul,” Hanji realized.

‘This world is cruel,’ Mikasa thought as Optimus was wrecked with grief. She still cradled Eren’s head to her chest. She wasn’t sure…how Optimus would react to hearing both of them dead. She didn’t have the courage to stay for that. She…she wanted to go home.

Armin still cried next to Mikasa when the Ackerman stood up. “M-Mikasa?”

“I’m going to take Eren home,” Mikasa informed him. “There should still be an active port somewhere.”

“Where…where will you bury him?” Armin asked.

“At the spot he loved to nap under,” Mikasa answered as she walked away from him into the fog, un clipping her 3D gear in the process. She didn’t need it anymore.

“Yeah…he’d love that.�� She smiled at Armin’s last words to her before noticing someone in front of her. A woman with blonde hair and gray eyes and a white dress, staring act her with indifference and remorse. She had nothing to say to her. She had no connection with the woman. As Mikasa walked past her-!

We are sorry.

Mikasa blinked and glanced back, but no one was there. She was gone.

(Well there you go. 96 and 19 have been asked. The rest is free game).

[ninjagrace]

what’s ur favorite scenario to dream about with mtsk and death (kou dying, specifically)

YOU. YOU GET ME.

i’m gonna start this off with saying that kou minamoto is literally my favorite character ever so don’t think i’m doing this because i hate him i just think about him way too much and this is where i end up after thinking for too long

i have SO MUCH to say about this but i’m gonna throw it under the cut bc i don’t wanna catch ppl off guard with my insane bullshit

if ur reading this and u get upset it’s ur own fault /hj

alright SO

first off kou definitely should’ve died during the pp arc just for shits and giggles. it would’ve been like a “what the fuck just happened” for every character and the whole fandom and the chaos that would’ve ensued from the death of a major character would’ve been absolutely WILD- like bitch just killed himself. he straight up committed suicide. there’s no way of rephrasing that bc that’s what he did. it would’ve been a plot-shattering moment and really just heartbreaking and awful and aidairo could’ve done so much with it.

for one, mitsuba would’ve been very Not Ok because he would’ve blamed himself for kou dying and he’d definitely try to gaslight himself into believing kou was still alive- that would not work btw he’d just be in insane denial

anyway imma move on from that arc even though i could go into it so much deeper and focus on things that i could see happening just to make the story hella interesting (i’ve been very tempted to write a fic about this so beware)

i think the most likely ways kou would die would either be suicide or being killed by tsukasa. we’ve already seen him attempt to kill himself, thwarted by mitsuba then brushed aside for some reason, and i’m about to do a full ass analysis on why tsukasa should murder our boy :3

reiterating that I LOVE KOU MINAMOTO WITH MY WHOLE HEART HES PERFECT

okay so tsukasa. hes a silly guy. one of his main traits is he loves to fuck with people, right? right yeah whatever get to the point IM WORKING ON IT ok sorry anyway he’s silly right. he thrives off fucking people up as much as possible. since he knows fucking everything i’m gonna assume he knows how important kou is to mitsuba and, given the fact that it’s so easy to fuck with mitsuba, he’d know that messing with kou in some way would make the biggest impact. every way he messes up mitsuba’s (after)life doesn’t emotionally impact him for too long, given the fact that he and kou with it out every time. but what happens when we take out the support system? that’s what we wanna know.

so ofc tsukasa feels all silly goofy and takes out kou just for funzies. mitsuba is absolutely fucking destroyed in every way. he blames himself, duh. this splits off into 2 possible scenarios that i’ve created lol.

possibility one: mitsuba stays in his boundary for god knows how long, refusing to talk to anyone. eventually he goes to shijima, begging for a replacement kou. even if hes fake, it’s better than nothing, right? shijima understood his grief, in a way. so, she gave in. boom. kou copy. the rest was none of her business.

kou copy only knows what shijima knows about him, so let’s go with everything up until the end of the picture perfect arc. he has no idea about anything after, including the aquarium date, the far shore incident, and the supernaturals being banished from the near shore in the first place, and it’s fine that way. …right? well, that means he also doesn’t know that he’s supposed to be dead.

he keeps asking mitsuba when he can leave the boundary and go home, when he can go see senpai, when he can see his brother, and he’s very upset. mitsuba has no idea what to do. he was overjoyed to have his crush best friend back that he didn’t even think of what would happen after… he couldn’t let kou out of the boundary. that was out of the question. keeping kou here would make him miserable and make him hate mitsuba. so at this point they’re stuck in a cycle of shouting matches of wether or not kou is allowed to leave, periods of silence, and occasional truces because they both need someone to keep them sane, and who else can do it but each other?

possibly 2: supernaturals are a thing in this world, so why can’t kou be one too? even though tsukasa is the one who killed kou in the first place, mitsuba begs him to bring kou back, to make kou a supernatural just like mitsuba. mitsuba knows what being a supernatural feels like. he knows that just letting kou go would be so much better for the dumb blonde boy. he knows that kou deserves better than to be forced to live in a world that doesn’t want him anymore. but mitsuba is selfish. so tsukasa makes kou into a supernatural. for funzies, you know? he’d never worked with a human corpse before, so why not try out making one into a supernatural?

the process of making a supernatural is… messy. mitsuba now knows this, as he couldn’t look away from his boyfriend being made into one. it was horrific. i’m not gonna delve into it because i really don’t wanna think about that i’m so sorry my poor baby

just like with mitsuba, tsukasa didn’t have kou’s actual soul to work with, just supernatural parts and kou’s body. it was simply an animated puppet that looked like kou minamoto. “it’s fine,” mitsuba said, “it’s okay, he’s back, that what matters, right?” “it’ll be fine, right minamoto?” and as he looks to kou for support, all he gets in response is a blank look. he realizes, after staring in horror at the jagged scar on kou’s neck, that his vocal chords are absolutely fucked up beyond repair. he’d never hear kou’s voice again.

thanks for reading and i’m so sorry <3

[spiralstereo]

found

[holyhounddog]

This was for goretober 2022 lmao

[funky-sea-cryptid]

TW FOR CANNIBALISM, CORPSE DESECRATION, AND MUTILATION. MASHA IS NOT A HEALTHY WOMAN

basic information:

name: masha voland (neé adronov)

age: 68 (at death)

birthday: february 14th

blood type: AB

magic type: meat

current location: dead

occupation: butcher (at death)

background:

masha's family has always been unilaterally devoted to the safety of their village. so much so that masha's mother and grandmother had resorted to cannibalizing themselves to feed their village, and masha inherited that extreme devotion. her meat magic lended itself well to healing, but masha developed a very depersonalized view of people, including herself. surprisingly, this mindset didn't qualify for her husband and their seven children, who she loved dearly. during the war on devils, resources weren't being allocated correctly, so the village started to go hungry again. masha at first started using the corpses of mage defense force members, and eventually graduated to cutting her left arm off to provide fresh meat.

when it was revealed that her fourth child, ciel, was the ritual bride for loyce grinberryall, masha had to watch as her daughter was taken. she slipped into a deep depression for a few years, and then soldiered on as the villages caretaker, having three more kids and teaching them her unhealthy mindset. the grinberryalls began supporting the village due to ciel's relation to it, and the notion sent masha into a state of cognitive dissonance. she died when her youngest children, alois and aayden, were in their double digits

[stillthesunkenstars]

Everytime I see romana now I have to mutter a silent rip to her after the atbmtfogm chapter .

[theboyofalltime]

Okay cool gore is on tumblr, that’s nice.

[gleamintomurk]

we vibe with corpse mutilation for symbolism purposes heren

[chaoscrawls]

For a moment the god stares at the corpse at his feet. The body is missing its eyes and has deep grisly scratch marks down it's cheeks. It's strange but it's almost like another force has possessed him. His body rigid, his gaze empty as he takes a deep breath.. "I do hate it when they do this." The voice belongs to him, but it different, detached.

And then just like that his demeanour changes, his shoulders curl inwards and his hands begin to tremble. "No...no no..no..I'm sorry...I didn't meant to. It was an accident. I thought I had more time." The god whimpers, black tears filling his eyes.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Short Stories: Not the Same

Yandere Surgeon x Ex-Fiancée Fem Reader

TW: medical malpractice, horror, obsession, yanderre themes, unhealthy behaviors, blood, gore, murder, etc.

A loud, frustrated scream ripped through Darius’s throat before various surgical instruments clattered to the floor. This experiment had been yet another failure…

“You’re supposed to sweetly ask me how my day is!” Darius screamed at his patient who held their arms over their head in a fetal position.

“I-I didn’t know-“ The patient screamed when Darius stomped his foot into their back side over the fresh incisions. Loud, pained wails left the patient’s throat as they crumbled to the floor. Apologies bubbled through their throat.

“She would have never made such a mistake…” Darius sighed as he turned to his scalpel. That’s right, his darling fiancée would have gave him a big smile and rushed into his arms… she’d never be so uncouth.

Darius grasped a scalpel from off the floor, his gray eyes reflected off the shiny surface. There was only one way to fix such a grave mistake he’s made…

Darius swung his fist into the patient, the scalpel now deeply imbedded into their eye socket. One last, pathetic wail left their lips before they laid in a pool of their own blood on the once pristine floor in a grotesque halo.

Darius rubbed the small bit of blood that splattered on his face with disgust. This wasn’t the same… it wasn’t her. This failure of an experiment could never compare to his perfect fiancée… his (your name).

“I wonder when you’ll come back to me…” Darius softly whispered to himself, his eyes studied the pool of blood in disinterest. “How many more of your little dates do I have to mutilate and dispose of until you become mine again?”

Darius thought for a moment before he studied the corpse’s ears in interest. Maybe he should send his beloved a little present? That should get the ball rolling.

Darius yanked the scalpel out of the patient’s eye before he sucked in a breath. This was all for her own good… he’d make her see that he was the best choice. By force.

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𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟐𝟓𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 ❞ starring RYOMEN SUKUNA (jjk)

a camping trip you planned with your friends turns out to be a total nightmare, all caught on camera…

⚠︎ TW: suspense, horror/thriller themes, gruesome murder, gore, ritual sex, demon sex, satanism, sadism, betrayal, teratophilia, size kink, double penetration, plot twist, ib the blair witch project (1999), 1980s setting.

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SATURDAYS 🍷 the depths of hell fall on this dark and gloomy city bound to corruption and sin, known as the devil’s playground! lurking within the streets beholds the prurient reigns of terror that which may also arouse parkland guests…

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟓𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ❞ starring NANAMI KENTO (jjk)

with you and your boyfriend being a regular at this fancy restaurant, the owner became very fond of you…

⚠︎ TW: cannibalism, chef/restaurant owner nanami, poisoning, murder, infidelity/cheating, eventual smut, kitchen sex, unprotected sex, jealousy, dark obsession, slight stalking, gore, mutilation.

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟐𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ❞ starring WILLIAM AFTON (fnaf)

as the new intern and your boss developing a dark obsession over you, he feels the need to corrupt you…

⚠︎ TW: dubcon, mind control (glitchtrap virus), sadism, murder, psychological abuse, manipulation, predator/prey dynamic, implied age gap, degradation, eventual rough smut, mentions of vanny mask.

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟐𝟔𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐄 ❞ starring CHOSO (jjk)

accidentally bringing a girl back from the dead may have been horrifying, but falling in love with her..?

⚠︎ CW: horror/romcom themes, implied necrophilia (NO intercourse), college au, accidental ritual, romance, mentions of murder, suggestive smut, inspired by lisa frankenstein (2024) and corpse bride (2005).

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FOR OUR HALLOWEEN SPECIAL . . . not only are you immersed into the stories of our attractions, you get the real experience of being a parkland guest having a fun time at Horrorland with friends! but as thrilling as it all sounds, there are many scandals and articles of what really goes down…

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟑𝟏: ❝ 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓, 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋? ❞ HEADLINE: PARKLAND VISITOR CAUGHT HAVING INTERCOURSE WITH A SCARE ACTOR!

flirting has become a common fear response when encountering hot masked scare actors chasing you at halloween events. this scandal covers a parkland visitor fawning over the hot scare actor in the Deathgasm haunted house, König, resulting in them flirting and sneaking off together…

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⚠︎ 𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬. 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. ⚠︎

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐎 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. please do not steal my kinktober prompts/works/themes! reposting any of my works outside tumblr that minors can access is strictly prohibited. will be cross posted on my ao3 soon.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Idol Worship.

Pairing: Yandere!Devil x Reader (Christianity).

Word Count: 1.0k.

TW: Consensual Sex, Size Difference, Implied (Past) Injury To Reader, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Scarring, and Themes of Religious Trauma.

The path to His throne was paved with salt and brimstone.

Smoldering rock burnt into the soles of your feet like ember, taken fresh from the heart of the fire. Living corpses, their rotting flesh deteriorating further with ever fraught breath, laid motionless on either side of the crumbling archway, their milky eyes watching your every stumbling movement. The air was heavy with smoke and sulfur, but the buzzling of unseen insects, the stench of the decay – that was all kept in your peripheral. It was meant for someone else, someone whose crimes were far more violent and far more damning than your own. Your fate was elsewhere.

The ascent was made no easier by your anticipation, the steps carved from black onyx and made steep enough to warrant your immediate and self-inflicted dehumanization, to force you to your hands and knees in your effort to scramble upward – ever upward, as if you hadn’t yet had enough of the blinding sky. Rough granite tore into the skin of your palms, but the agony was minimal, a shadow something greater that would not numb you to more intentional agony. The heat, too, was distant, rolling over you in tender waves and seeping under your skin to coil around your ribs, to weave in and out of ragged tears in your mutilated veins. Something snapped inside your chest as you finished your climb, fresh blood washing over your aching throat, but any pain you might’ve felt faded away as a great hand descended from the clouds of smog and ash, His calloused fingertips digging into your waist, your stomach as He took you up and placed you, gingerly, on His silk-clad thigh. His touch lingered, a thumb running over your scalp as He spoke. “Oh, my glorious one,” His voice was deep and flat and beautiful. “What have they done to you?”

Anything they could. Everything they could. Your body was still plagued with the phantoms of it, the frigid cold of steel and iron against flesh and bone. You tried to speak, but your voice was gone, muted by means beyond your own. You frowned, more frustrated than you were surprised, but He did not share in your disappointment. “They are sons of the Most High, for he is kind to the ungrateful and the evil.” After a beat, He added, “I will not be so forgiving.”

His hand began to pull away, but you scrambled after of it, latching onto His wrist in a futile effort to hold Him that much closer. An airy chuckle fell from Him unmoving muzzle – His golden, slit-pupiled eyes remaining focused on some distant point as He took you into His hold once again, lifting you first to His own height. For the first time, he moved in earnest – tilting his head forward and resting his forehead against yours. “The reason the Son appeared was to destroy the Devil’s work, for the thief comes only to steal and destroy.” His breath was cool against your skin, even as anger seeped into His tone. “And now, instead, you are asked to forgive and comfort him, so that he will not be overwhelmed by excessive sorrow.”

It was more of a croak than a proper plea, hoarse and fractured at all the wrong angles. Still, you managed it, your own small hands pressed into the swell of His palm. “Please, my lamb.”

He seemed to catch himself, inhaling sharply as He shook His head. “My apologies, I forget my audience. You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you.” You nuzzled closer to Him, and He allowed you a moment of solace before pulling away, straightening Himself to His most dignified stature. “We have been separated for no short time. Tell me, will you not gratify the desires of the flesh?” A note of humor, a forked tongue allowed to skirt gingerly over your neck. “Will you not allow me to show the length of my devotion?”

You didn’t need to answer, it was a given that you would. His delicate tongue ran over the lacerations on your calves, your thighs - smearing dried blood and soothing open wounds. It flicked upward, lapping at the twin scars on either side of your chest, then the bruises painted across your collarbones, around the base of your throat. His hand shifted, wrapping around your waist, His hold firm and steady as He lowered you onto his length. There were other options – as many shapes and variations as a lustful heart could dream of – but His cock was among His most impressive features. The shaft alone matched your arm in length and your midriff in girth, and yet, it pierced you without resistance, filling you to the brim before He was so much as half-sheathed inside of you. Your knees pressed into his lap, your hand grasping for purchase against his broad chest, but you felt no fear, nor was your exertion necessary in the face of His willingness to serve. He let out a raspy breath, allowing His head to lull back as He thrust gently into you from below. “Earthly one, glorious one,” The pet name fell from His lips like milk and butter and honey. “We will lead each other astray. We will be the force by which the greatest love is defined.”

A growl of a moan as your walls clenched around Him, a sharp snap of His hips. “We will be bound together in perfect harmony,” His hand found the underside of your chin, tilting your head back with only the upmost delicacy. “And those who try to separate us will face only the most just of retribution.”

Your eyes met His, that wonderous gold melting into softened mortality. Where there should have been revulsion, there was only warmth, only light. Foolishly, for a moment, you allowed yourself to scorn the shine of the heavens, to loathe all things that were not Him.

You allowed yourself to believe that you would need nothing else, not so long as His gaze fell upon you.

[starisenby]

BODY HORROR (kinda?) UNDER THE CUT!!!

Rebloging when ever I get obsessed over another body horror-esc character