#tw.blood and gore

[hufflepuffsandghosts]

TAGS

> SFW TAGS <

#tw.intoxication – drug or alcohol use

#tw.darkcontent – dark content in general (e.g. psychopathic behaviour)

#tw.coercion – use of coercion or manipulation by a character.

#tw.toxicity – toxic behaviour

#tw.blood – blood or general gore

#tw.death – topics discussing death or death of a character

#tw.mentalhealth – topics that deal with mental health (e.g. depression, anxiety, or other disorders)

#tw.trauma – trauma, abuse

#tw.violence

#tw.bullying

> NSFW TAGS <

#tw.degradation – degradation kink

#tw.cheating

#tw.impactplay – slapping, biting, scratching, etc.

#tw.breathplay – choking, suffocation, etc.

#tw.edging

#tw.overstim

#tw.knife – knife play

#tw.breeding

#tw.voyeurism

#tw.corruption – corruption kink or virginity kink

#tw.size – size kink

#tw.bondage – restraint play, shibari, etc.

[knifeythinks]

❣︎ make my birthday special ❣︎

🔪: a morbid way to celebrate Rin’s birthday 🥳

⚠️: 18+ CHARACTER DEATH, MURDER, ABUSIVE RIN, YANDERE RIN, STALKING and I think that’s it

🔪: I’m testing the waters when it comes to writing dark content. I didn’t want to make it too dark or too explicit but soon enough I probably will

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“S-Suna—“ “Its Rin.” Suna gave a glare and you nodded and licked your dry lips, “Rin.” You corrected and he gave a nod to continue. He was sitting backwards on a chair and leaned on his arms that were on top of the back rest. He had a butchers knife in his hand. “I-I can’t kill him, I can’t kill an innocent person. I’m sorry please, I’ll do anything. Just let Atsumu go.” You pleaded, your vision became blurry with your tears.

“And why would I wanna do that?” He whispered in your ear and you jumped, frightened almost dropping the knife in your hands and cutting of your naked toes. “Hm? Cat got your tongue?” He asked. “N-no...he didn’t know we were together. He didn’t know we’re in love. He shouldn’t suffer because he’s s-stupid.” You tried to reason.

In reality you’re not in love with him. Well I mean...you were..? He accepted your confession on graduation day of highschool but as years passed, he changed. You now have no friends, no phone, you’re stuck inside the house. He even convinced you to quit your job.

There are times where Suna gives you privileges when you behave for a good while. It’s called grace; doing things for him without expecting things in return, because you love him and you want to please him.

Examples are offering him popcorn when you’re both cuddled on the couch watching a horror movie or making him a bath when he’s had a rough day at work. Even offering sex without him having to hint that he was in the mood.

This past privilage you received was permission to go to the grocery store and the mall alone to buy food and lingerie since Rin’s birthday was today and you wanted to surprise him.

In reality he was following you the whole time.

You wanted to buy some sweat bands for Rin since his hair can get in the way sometimes so you went inside a sports store and bumped into Atsumu. Your old classmate, the boy who was madly in love with you in highschool, but you were too blinded and head over heels for ‘tsundere’ Suna.

You didn’t want to talk to him, you know Rin would find out one way or another. So you just avoided some questions and answered with as few words as possible.

Then Atsumu tried being slick by putting his hand on the wall and leaning in with his face very close to yours, your back was pressed against the wall and you didn’t know what to do.

That was when Suna made a appearance by gripping his shoulder, Atsumu immediately turned and brightened when he saw his old teammate, “Sunarin!” “Tsumu.” He deadpanned. “What are you doing with my wife?” Suna immediately asked and your eyes widened just as big as Atsumu’s. “Holy shit my bad, I didn’t know she was married. I didn’t see a ring so I just tried to shoot my shot. But it didn’t seem like she was interested so that’s good. At least you know you have a beautiful and loyal wife.” Atsumu chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah I do.” Suna hummed and turned his gaze to you, you fake smiled and held your ‘husbands’ hand. “Well we should be going, nice meeting you Atsumu.” You said and tried to leave as fast as possible.

But Suna pulled you back, “How about you join us for dinner?” Your ‘husband’ smiled. “You sure?” Atsumu asked and Suna nodded. “Okay I’m in.” He said and followed you guys to your house.

Dinner was normal, you explained you were a stay at home ‘wife’ which pleased Suna, he’s trained you so well. After dinner Suna wanted to show Atsumu something in the basement or as Rin liked to call it his ‘man cave’ and that’s when you heard a scream. Out of fear for both of them you immediately ran down only to see Atsumu on the floor while Suna beat him with an old baseball bat. With each hit, the bat started turning into a maroon color, you screamed in horror and pulled Suna away by the torso asking what was wrong with him.

Suna turned so quick and pushed you against the wall, his bloody hand wrapped around your throat. “C-can’t brEaTh.” You wheezed as his grip tightened. “Go upstairs and put on the lingerie you bought. Come back down with the video camera.” He said and let go. You fell to the floor and coughed trying to get air. “YOU FUCKER HOW CAN YOU DO THAT TO YOUR WIFE!” Atsumu yelled. “Oh shut up.” Suna rolled his eyes and lifted the bat to break the setters other arm.

With tears streaming down you obeyed and began crawling up the stairs, you walked through the halls of your home, you passed the hallway mirror and saw the bloody hand print on your throat. You began to sob and quickly made your way to the bedroom to change. You already know what happens when Suna is angry and you’re not fast enough. When you successfully put on the lace material you try looking for the video camera but it’s nowhere to be seen. Rin likes recording your punishments, countless videos of you bloody and bruised, fucked into oblivion.

When you’re being a good girl he sadly has no reason to punish you, I mean he’s not a monster, right? So he goes to his man cave and pumps his cock to the sound of your cries, the sounds of your whimpers and moans. When he looks at the screen he sees your tear stained eyes and wishes you’d disobey a little more.

“Ten, nine, eight—“ Suna began counting loudly and you squealed in terror trying to find the video camera. But it was so hard when you were crying. When you finally found it you ran down the hall, tripping along the way, but successfully making it before he reached one.

“-two...wow that was quick.” Suna said with a smirk. “This is my birthday gift?” He asked as his head tilted and took in your delicious figure. You squirmed and fidgeted with your fingers. “Do..do you not like it..?” You asked. “Oh no honey, I love it. You look so beautiful. I’m just amazed at how beautiful you look in them. Come on, give me a twirl.” He motioned with his finger. You turned and wiped your eyes quickly before more tears streamed down.

“Oh baby don’t cry, you’re not in trouble. On the contrary you handled this fucker like a champ.” He chuckled with a praise. He lifted your chin with a finger and you looked into his eyes. “Do you love me?” He asked.

“Yes.” You replied instantly.

“Would you do anything for me?” He asked,

“Yes, of course.”

“So you’d kill for me?”

He said with a smirk and you felt your stomach drop.

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You couldn’t do it, Atsumu just looked so horrible. He was bleeding his face was bruised. He was standing with his wrists tied above his head. Suna tied it to one of the beams on top of the basement. It was perfect to hang someone.

“Y/N...just kill me please. Along my pulse. If you cut fast I won’t feel that much pain and I’ll be gone more quickly.” Atsumu instructed. Suna lifted the volleyball and threw it at his face, probably breaking his nose since you heard a crunch. “Don’t talk to her.” He said simply.

“We’re not leaving till he’s dead.” Suna shrugged and fixed the headband on his head that you bought him. You were cold, your feet hurt. The knife was clutched in your two shaking hands. You’ve been in this position for a good few hours, it was already passed midnight. “Come on babe I wanna see that lingerie drip with blood. That’s the best present you could give me.” Suna rested his chin on his arms.

But you stayed frozen, eventually Atsumu knocked out due to exhaustion and Suna grabbed an empty water bottle on the floor to piss in, no way in hell was he leaving you alone with him. He turned his back to you and that’s when you gripped the knife. You yelled running to him with your fist clenching the knife. You stabbed him right in the back but he didn’t flinch.

You gasped and moved your hand to notice it was a fake knife. The fake blade popped back out. How did you not notice? “You’ve been a bad girl. Haven’t you? Trying to kill your husband, the man that loves you.”

“You’re a devil.” You spat with gritted teeth. “I sure am, and I’m dragging you to hell with me.” He said growled and slapped you across the face. You face moved to the side and you held on to your cheek, he then grabbed you by the nape of your neck and turned you so your back hits his bare chest. “Hold this.” He instructs and places the handle of the knife in your palm, “Rin I can’t.” You sobbed. “Shut up.” He gritted and placed his hands over yours. The knife was pointing to Atsumu.

He slowly began pushing you to him but your feet planted onto the floor to stop. Sadly it didn’t do much thanks to Suna’s athletic build and before you knew it you were face to face with Atsumu. His chest heaved up and down quickly, his wrists were purple, fingers obviously broken. “I’m sorry Atsumu.” You apologized as Rin thrusted your arms to stab his stomach, the setters eyes widened at the pain and he saw your tears.

He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry but he bit his lip and tried to stay silent as you pulled the knife out and continued your assault on his body. He just hoped you somehow escape his old teammate and get the justice you deserve. This was the least he could do for the woman he loved.

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🔪: ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ hope you enjoyed! Plz send an ask to be in my taglist

[ink-mar-qin]

He got himself an alien :]

I spend too much time on this

[sleepsart]

There's a stench in the air, like burnt flesh and cloth. You look into the forest, and realize it's moving too fast to be a shamble. It's holding something in one mangled hand. It looks you in the eye and you realize there's been no victory message, and that is not a zombie.

[ ID: A full body drawing of Scott from the Last Life SMP. He's standing in a slightly unbalanced position facing the viewer. His right arm and leg are completely bloodied and burnt. He is holding a bandana in one hand. There is smoke coming off of the right side of his body. There is a bow hung over his shoulders. His face is covered in blood and the viewer cannot see his expression. End ID ]

[saigoat]

"NO! PLEASE GOD STOP!" His ruined shrieking began running hoarse. Theon sobbed earnest, tears streaking down his reddening visage.

Ropes dug deep gashes into frail wrists, angry and red nearly black with crimson. The splintering wood of the saltire pressed into weeping cuts, his back was a litany of messy, gaping wounds. His eyes burned nearly as badly as his throat, raw with the damned screaming.

"This all stops," Ramsay twisted the blade swathed in his captive's skin, pulling out another inhuman cry. "When you tell me your name."

Theon choked up, his breath catching every time he shifted his weights against his bonds. "Please...please let me go, I won't tell anybody."

"Wrong answer." The knife inched forward into his palm, needling past his bones and distending the skin on the other side, threatening to drive all the way through.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-AUHHAHHAAAA-!!" Ramsay's fist collided with his face, it was a feeling he was getting used to. "P-please!"

"You know how I feel about that word."

"Ramsay..."

"You don't deserve my name in your mouth you fucking rat." The bastard ripped the blade from its fleshy sheath and plunged it back in. "I'm going to ask you one more time, and mind you I'm getting impatient."

Theon let out a ragged breath, hiccuping softly.

"What. Is. Your. NAME!" The sound of ripping flesh was thunderous in the poor boy's ears.

"Reek! It's Reek!" He wept shamelessly, "My name is Reek I swear!"

Ramsay grinned.

(For @p-totel ! A sequel to the sequel lmao, I couldn't help but make it more grotesque)

[zero00kiryu00]

Trigger Tags

> SFW TAGS <

#tw.intoxication -- drug or alcohol use

#tw.darkcontent -- dark content in general (e.g. psychopathic behaviour)

#tw.coercion -- use of coercion or manipulation by a character.

#tw.toxicity -- toxic behaviour

#tw.blood -- blood or general gore

#tw.death -- topics discussing death or death of a character

#tw.mentalhealth -- topics that deal with mental health (e.g. depression, anxiety, or other disorders)

#tw.trauma -- trauma, abuse

#tw.violence

#tw.bullying

> NSFW TAGS <

#tw.degradation -- degradation kink

#tw.cheating

#tw.impactplay -- slapping, biting, scratching, etc.

#tw.breathplay -- choking, suffocation, etc.

#tw.edging

#tw.overstim

#tw.knife -- knife play

#tw.breeding

#tw.voyeurism

#tw.corruption -- corruption kink or virginity kink

#tw.size -- size kink

#tw.bondage -- restraint play, shibari, etc.

[leleouwu]

[TW.Blood] sometimes i just like to see my favorite charactwr suffer . . . . . . . . . . #johnny #johnnyworthington #worthington #johnnyworthingtonIII #monstersinc #monstersuniversity #art #myart #gore https://www.instagram.com/p/COi9szcleQY/?igshid=ab8kcgg07taw

[ink-mar-qin]

Please more of Zib eating zims guts 😩

Eating? No gang he's vegetarian, little guy just chewing him like gum

[sleepsart]

Finale w the cousins

[ ID: A drawing of Angus and Tap from the waist up. Angus is a fish person with gills and sharp teeth, as well as having fins on his arms and for his ears. His hair is messy and uneven. He is covered in blood from various injuries, and his clothes are ripped. He has one large injury visible on his chest and shoulder that seems to continue under his clothes and down to his arms. He's staring at the viewer with a distressed and betrayed expression. Tap is a young looking kid with sharp ears. Their eyes have black sclera. They are wearing a t-shirt and a cardigan, but the cardigan is too big and is falling off of one of their arms. Like Angus, they have messy hair and are covered in blood. There are lines around them to indicate shaking. They are staring at the viewer with a haunted, neutral expression. End ID ]

[sleepsart]

Winner?

[ ID: A full body drawing of Scott. He is covered in blood and injuries. He's looking at the sky with a distressed expression. He has three arrows sticking out of him. Behind him on the ground is a red, body-shaped mass covered in an excessive amount of arrows. It is extremely bloody. End ID ]