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The IHNMAIMS radio drama monologue comic is finally done after - checks calendar - FOUR MONTHS? If you spot any style inconsistencies, that's why haha.

Anyways, I love a good disembodied, analogue cluster, cable mismanagement horror AM :)

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My new work, inspired by a recent order of the same format<3 The whole joke is that their eyes clearly get where they need to, hehe

By the way, I don't rule out that it will become a print in the future~

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More Liliya art I luv her 🖤

Little WIP photo too

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he's not gonna get any work done

loukiwii

Fanart other than Painter?? IN COLOR?? NO WAY?!?

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Franco buckling a belt 😖 please

HELL YEAH

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JAMES SUNDERLAND in Silent Hill 2: Remake (2024) ↳ 1/?

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I USED TO HAVE HOOP DREAMS

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"What Do You Like About Me?" [Outlast Drabbles]

FIRST COLLECTION OF FICS IN 2026?!?!??!!? To think I turn 24 next month, holy shit. ANYWAY...I had this cute idea. Enjoy.

Also why the fuck did a guy slapping a woman show up when I looked up 'hand gif'. HELLO????? VIOLENCE, ON MY OUTLAST GORE PORN SIBLING INCEST NECK VAGINA BLOG?

Tried doing most of the characters for now. My fingies ache. Gahhhhh. Minors and antishippers DNI

Miles —

Hum. A scan of your face. A bite of his lip before he grinned, poking your nose. "Nose. It's cute to boop."

"I'm not a dog, Miles."

He snickered, "No, but you are my bitch in bed."

He didn't question why he slept in the dog house that night.

Waylon —

He looked away from his laptop to look at you for a second, before his eyes locked back on to the screen. "Eyes. Windows to the soul, and all."

And yet he subjects his eyes to blue light at 11 PM. Priorities, Waylon.

Trager —

His one, uncoated eye looked at you with that famous expression. 'You know what I'm doing to say', his eyes seem to express.

You sighed. "My fingers-"

"Your fingers, yeah."

You ignored his scissors clicking like teeth at a buffet.

Chris —

Chris was a man of so little words. He preferred actions. And those actions involved pressing his nails into your scalp, in an attempt to soothe whenever you had a bad day.

Good piggy, he wanted to murmur. But scratches were enough.

Eddie —

He screamed it from the mountaintops, he whispered it into your ears, he traced the word on your thigh whenever you laid.

His favourite part? Your legs. And he wanted everybody, especially you, to know.

Jeremy —

"Lips. Definitely." Naughty, his smirk was as he sipped at scotch from behind his desk. Business at Mount Massive was booming, but he was never too busy. Not for you. "They wrap nicely around-"

And that's when Richard had to walk in. Bitch.

Frank —

...He's a cannibal, what do you think? Unfortunately he's more interested in the head stuck in the microwave, but...y'know. Not too late to do the same thing.

Walrider —

All of you. Because, like...he possesses people. So...yeah. He likes all of you. Good for him, we love a man who loves every inch of his partner's body.

...Preferably not when possessing you, cause that shit hurts, but...y'know.

Knoth —

He's a man of the LORD, you think he has UNSAVOURY DESIRES? That is abSURD.

Your legs. He...he likes your legs. Because they can march you straight to church. [He's not fooling anybody at this point, is he??]

Marta —

She's quiet. Like a field before a thunderstorm, like a moment before prayer uttered by a preacher.

But she looks at you, white eyed and calm, and simply utters, "Your eyes."

And she goes back to reading the bible in her hands.

Val —

Coated in mud and sin and uttering curses like a priest utters words of the lord, Val stood before you with a raised brow and a knowing grin, their hair mussed. After-orgy apparel is what you usually called it.

"Now, sweetheart," they began, their voice sly, "You know the answer to that. I know you do."

You still feel the throbbing in your groin. You knew better than to let them include their crucifix in sex, fuck...

Laird & Nick —

Legs. And fingers. And everything else. Because you're not diseased like they are. Must be nice.

Easterman —

"Your eyes."

He exhaled smoke from between his lips, brows raised. "Full of innocence, my little How High. Just how I like you."

He knew just what to say.

Clyde Perry —

With eyes like his, it was surprising to hear that he-

"Like your eyes," he muttered around a cigarette, fresh blood from a newly acquired prime asset coating every gloved digit, "Glossy, shiny...full of love for me, obviously."

Was he wrong?

Leland Coyle —

"You've got a lot of fuckin' nerve asking me somethin' as gushy as that," he scoffed, but he answered anyway, "your voice. I like it when you scream."

Typical Coyle.

Franco Barbi —

His eyes went from your eyes...to your chest.

Your eyes...

...to your chest.

He didn't need to say anything. And nor did you. Not even when he shoved you onto the couch and ripped your shirt off. The doctors watching from the windows certainly had things to say, though.

Not...not good things.

Gooseberry —

"I can't seem to choose, deary!" Her voice was always so chipper, so pleasant. Music to your ears. "I love a lot of things about you."

"I like it when you shuts the fuck up, Phyllis!" Futterman chortled from his position on her hand, "It makes my whole fucking week!"

Asshole.

Arora and Otto —

"Your cheeks." "Your jewelry."

Both said at the same time. But Otto raised a brow. "Jewelry, my dear Arora? We bought it for them."

"I know," she hummed, "I have damn good taste."

Liliya —

"Soul. It's pure."

And that's all she rasped out before she froze in place, waiting for another reagent to walk by. She was a woman of very little words, but you could tell she means them.

Danny —

"Yer height, sugar," the tall man snickered, bending at the knee in order to look at you properly. "So short. Could put ya in my pocket if I wanted to."

Tempting.

Pitcher —

For once, the usually loud man was silent; no screaming, no yelling, no muttering curses at the reagents. For now, he was holding your hand with a comfortable tightness, leading you out and away from the gasoline-infested areas of the train station.

He liked your hands. A lot.

Night Hunter —

He sucked in air through his teeth as he thought, his eyes hidden by the goggles stuck to his face. "I like..." his accented voice began, clicking his tongue as he thought some more.

"...your legs, glowworm. They take you far, and fast."

He wasn't himself, surely. He didn't even make a sexual reference-!

"And they wrap around me nice."

Annnd there it was.

Pusher —

"Everything, baby!" He laughed behind his mask before pulling you close, "Now open up, I got a bigggg surprise for you!"

It was drugs. It's always drugs.

madam-kumo

Eddie Gluskin NSFW Alphabet

(NSFW MDI! *Afab reader btw)

(CW: Murder, cannon typical violence and gore, NSFW MDI, misogynistic points, not beta read)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's not exactly the best. No spa trip or massages, but he will praise and cuddle you till your fall asleep (while inside you of course), but that's about it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him? Probably his hands. He can get so much done with them! He can caress you, hold you, hug you, choke you, stab you. Oh how useful his hands are! You on the other hand- literally any possible feminine trait. But if I were to choose the top two, it'd be boobs and hips. Both traits give life, and both he can squeeze.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He definitely likes it inside you the most. Less messy, and means your even closer to him than before. And, of course, can get you pregnant and round for him. Cumming on you would take some getting used to if he's not opposed to it completely. Don't wanna waste it when it could be in your womb.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Eddie secretly gets off to head and eating you out. He doesn't like to admit it. "Too vulgar," he tells himself as he's actively licking you up like a thanksgiving meal. Getting a blowjob feels amazing, a little too good to admit.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has quite a bit of experience with past women but he usually didn't get past much before murdering them, barely getting to orgasm half the time. But he generally knows what he's doing! Just don't mention basic female anatomy or how fertility works.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's quite serious, but he may crack a soft self deprecating joke or a chuckle of degradation, but God forbid you try to ruin the mood, he'll hang you from the rafters.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He prides himself on staying well trimmed, at least as much as the Asylum would allow. He doesn't want to be dirty for his wife after all!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Extremely romantic, compared to the other's a least. Kisses, love bites, dates. Whole nine yards before finally claiming you, even if he is actively choking you out right now...

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't like doing jacking off that much. One, it reminds him of his desperation within his cell. Two, it feels vulgar, impure. He would much rather be plunging himself into your depths.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Baby's list is LONG: breeding, lactation, size, degradation, praise, bondage, blood, blindfolds, somno, roleplay. Anything that gives him power or control over your vulnerable body turns him on.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Within the home ONLY. You don't want other's seeing your display do you? Eddie doesn't exactly enjoy peeping toms. He will, however, fuck you on every surface within your home/ sections of the vocational block.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally anything you do. His libido is insatiable. A single hip sway, a glance at your breasts, anything and he's dragging you to the bed.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Daddy kink and age play really aren't his thing. Due to his own trauma and actually wanting to be a dad one day, it feels gross and in poor taste. Nor does he like any penetration in himself either. Eddie also doesn't like dildos at all. What, is his cock not good enough for you?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Not a five-star in giving head (he probably barely knows what a clit is), but he's a quick learner. Receiving it is another thing. He can be quite forceful, tugging on your hair and pushing you down his cock till you gag, only stopping when your vision start to blacken.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He's so pent up, surely you'll forgive him for letting all his urges out at once right? It's a wife's duty to take her husband's cock however he wants. When he's growing tired though, he'll go slow or just let you warm him instead (though this is very rare, it's oddly sweet).

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

While he's willing to fuck you literally any time, he wants to take you for as long as possible. Responsibilities? What's those? He only knows about pounding within you till your pregnant with his babies!

R = Risk (are they willing to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He loves talking risks. Condoms? What's that? Not allowed in his side of town. How else are you gonna get pregnant? Experimentation is iffy. Depends on what it is, but it has to be on his terms or not at all.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If this man can lift several men to a gym ceiling, then he can easily have sex till the sun rises (and then some). He last decently after the first night, though he will attempt to make you cum with him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Like I said, dildos are an absolute no. But once he wraps his head around vibrators? Or boy, say goodbye to rest. Being able to keep you up and hot for him even when he's working? What a miracle! He loves leaving you wanting as punishment, tied up with a vibrator inside you. And plugs? His absolute favorite. Can't have any of his seed dripping out of you, letting you sit on his lap with one inside you as he sews.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Only unfair when you've misbehaved, but he usually gives in after a while, his own neediness too much to bear. He does degrade you quite a bit though, surely you understand, you slut? Besides that, he usually gets straight to the point.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's quite vocal during sex! Among noises and grunts, he usually is talking the whole time. He speaks of his fantasies of having children, how close he is, how he feels. Really anything in the moment.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's great at fingering even if he doesn't realize it. With his long, large fingers, he can easily bring you to ecstasy in mere minutes. He probably won't even realize it until he gets to you and beds you. Definitely awakens something in him.

X = X-Ray (what's in his pants)

Everything about this man is BIG. Size-wise, Eddie's cock is probably between 7-8 inches. Enough to spear you and slice in half.

Y = Yearning (How much do they yearn for sex)

As I've already said, this man's sex drive is insane. The only thoughts on his mind half the time are "find wife," "marry wife," "make babies," "be a dad." So, you can assume he wants you 24/7.

Z = Zzz (How quickly he falls asleep afterwards)

He'll fuck until he cant' feel his legs and when that happens, he'll wrap his arms around you, snuggle you close, wait till you've passed out or fallen asleep, and then get some shut-eye.