sometimes i wish i could unhinge my jaw and open my mouth wide enough to bite a whole limb off.
bet that would feel so fucking good


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sometimes i wish i could unhinge my jaw and open my mouth wide enough to bite a whole limb off.
bet that would feel so fucking good
A bit late for V Day
i was a tad busy
But have a sneak peek of the V Day Killer Chat fic I'm working on
ai is for looosers
blood and guts artists are so much cooler
𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓, 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊'𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊...🎃
Today I’ll be a gorehound. Maybe even hell bound. Perhaps a horror movie lover.
why did i abandon this account again..? anyways new graphics!!
you can find the full post on my main @reverce
Blood and Gore
The lights go down like a warning sign no one listens to and we sink into the couch half laughing, half bracing
The screen flickers alive with something already dead a grainy scream tearing through cheap speakers like its trying to escape
we watch anyway
buckets of blood that look too bright too thick, too red to be real but that's the charm, isn't it the way it spills like paint like someone knocked over a nightmare
You say "this is so bad" but you don't look away
a masked figure stumbles through shadows boots too loud knife too shiny logic nowhere to be found
and still when the music spikes we both flinch like fools who forgot we chose this
There's comfort in it
In knowing the monster won't leave the screen that the screams end with credits that even the worst endings fade to black eventually
We quote the terrible lines predict every death cheer when someone runs the wrong way a ritual of bad decisions we'd never survive ourselves
Outside, the night is quiet inside, we let the chaos bloom blood and gore cheap thrills and worse acting a carnival of fear we can turn off whenever we want
but we don't not yet
because somewhere between the laughter and the fake crimson stains there's a strange kind of peace watching horror without having to live it
Carefully, Andrew stands up. Every muscle screams out in protest and he nearly crumples right back down. He is not built for all of this running around. He’s built for sitting at computers and editing film, and holding the camera while other people do crazy impressive things.
Mood <3