#graphic material

[likehephaestionwhodied]

vhs, 1993

[azraqnar]

In case you missed it, Lebanon was just struck with a large explosion but it is suspected to either be a attack or a firework accident. Many have been killed, the number remains unknown.

Oh my beautiful country what have they done to you? Pray for Lebanon & help in any way you can. I called my family and they are safe but I fear for the others. 💔 🙏🏽

[azraqnar]

Horrifying screams heard in the mist of the explosion. warning this may be graphic & hard to watch. Pray for Lebanon

[thefreakandloser420]

The Links to my stories in order!!!!!!!

Harvest of Rarities Pt1- https://tumblr.com/thefreakandloser420/767422879459672064/the-harvest-of-rarities-pt1?source=share…

Harvest of Rarities Pt2- https://tumblr.com/thefreakandloser420/767423366047170560/the-harvest-of-rarities-pt2?source=share

The Play Thing PT1 https://tumblr.com/thefreakandloser420/768984589255557120/the-play-thing?source=share…

The Play Thing PT2 https://tumblr.com/thefreakandloser420/768984711180812288/the-play-thing?source=share…

The Play Thing PT3 https://tumblr.com/thefreakandloser420/770069226051551232/the-play-thing-pt3?source=share…

The Play Thing PT4 https://tumblr.com/thefreakandloser420/770069374743756800/the-play-thing-part-4?source=share…

The Play Thing PT5 https://tumblr.com/thefreakandloser420/770069497906413568/the-play-thing-part-5?source=share…

The Play Thing PT6 https://www.tumblr.com/thefreakandloser420/770069593425346560/the-play-thing-part-6?source=share

[thefreakandloser420]

♡ The Play Thing ♡ Part 6

There is about one or 2 more parts!!! I'm having fun writing this story!!!

I ran around the dusty house, looking through each room, everywhere. The kitchen was empty. With each room I looked through, the angrier I became. My brain began to get fuzzy, my human mind began to leave. I walked into the living room. The darkness of the room mixed with the amount of dust in this room made my head spin more. I looked around rapidly looking around, then I saw it. My body froze, I snapped back into reality. The trap door was propped open, my blood felt like it was frozen. I slowly looked over to it, I looked down, staring down at the dark stairwell. Worry began to fill my body.  Someone is in my basement, where the bodies were, where he was. The man in the cage. I closed my eyes, focusing on what I heard, mutters, footsteps, something is missing, where was the yelling from the monster that was in the cage. I slowly walked down, each step was like torture, with each step my stress raised. I walked down a dozen steps. Then I made my way to the last step, more worry began to fill my body.

The only sound I heard now is the mutters of someone else. Something happened to the monster, the human. I slowly walked down the dark hall. The air was thick, the walls were plastered with muck. Deep colors of red were on the walls, blood was the deep coloring on the walls. The muttering suddenly stopped. I walked over to my bed, room, pressing my head to the door. I move my hand to the door handle. Everything felt like it was going slowly. Everything was slow motion. Opening the door, I peaked my head into the room. Everything was the same, the bloodstained room, the bucket that was hanging off the ceiling, everything the same so far, until I looked at the cage. For the first time in years, centuries even, I got sick to my stomach. 

[thefreakandloser420]

♡ The Play Thing ♡ Part 5

Here is part 5!!! It's getting good I thing! Well I hope someone likes it!!!

After all of the meat was cut, the feeling of the pork being cut. The blood was all over my hands and arms, I never wore gloves. I needed to feel the raw, squishy meat under my hands. I sighed and looked around the room as I did so. The feeling of joy when I cut and broke the meat began to fade. My happiness began to disappear. I looked down at my hands, the myoglobin of the pig covered my hands.

The walk out of the room was quick and short. I moved to the sink that was planted in another room. I turned on the sink, running my hands under the running water. Watching the red liquid fall down the drain. My mood began to drop, small amounts of rage began to form. I dried my hand into the scrap rage next to the sink. I walked out of the room and grabbed the eighty dollars that were left out for me to take, as my payment.

I walked out of the butcher shop, my hands began to find their way into the pockets that were sawed on the bloodied apron. Moving down the street, looking at the leaves that falled down the trees, covering the ground in even more leaves. The ground was wet and slippery. With each step, my shoes slide slightly on the ground due to the leaves. My footsteps began to sound wet as I walked, the wet leaves causing the squishy noises. 

Getting closer and closer to my house, something began to feel off. Something's happening. Something, or someone is in my house. I began to walk faster. My rage began to get stronger. When I began to see my house in my vision, I ran to the house. I noticed something. The door was wide open. My chest began to feel tight, so I stormed into my house. I left the door wide as I stormed into my invaded house. I first looked everywhere on the abandoned upstairs parts of the house. Some part of my body is hoping it is just some random teenagers that got suspicious of the empty house that someone is supposed to live in. 

[thefreakandloser420]

♡ The Play Thing ♡ Part 4

Here is part 4 of the story!!! Just a few more parts!!! I hope you enjoy!!!

Stepping out to see the bright world, the sun makes me feel a bit dizzy. The size of my pupils changed, growing bigger. There was a pin on my coat, a pin that states my name. “Kurt…” My name was Kurt, a common name, but it's so botherful. My coworkers always find ways to say it with an annoying voice, something about that drives me crazy. Their voices make me feel angry.  Everyone’s voice made me angry, everyone made me angry. With the way they acted, with the way they talked, moved, thought, everything was so annoying. I walked over to the street, locking my front door. With each step, I got closer and closer to my job.

The sidewalk was covered in leaves, hiding the mess of the sloppy job of the uneven concrete. I walked down, closer and closer to the butcher shop. It doesn't get much attention due to grocery stores, but it still gets enough for me to work. I walked over to the front as I got there. The front had some flowerbeds, filled with bright flowers. The window had an open sign, blinking. I smiled and walked it. I love working with knives, I love feeling the meat under my hands. I walked over to the back, ignoring everyone, moving straight to the back.

I sighed and grabbed the dead pig, I stared into its blurry eyes, the life that was no longer there, it lost everything. I scuffed and laid it down, its legs were layered over each other, its mouth was wide open, it was staring forward.. I grabbed the butcher knife. I raised my arm, then striked down. A loud  wet noise then a cracking noise was heard, the knife cracked the neck of the pig. Disgusting juices of the animal's dead body began to ooze out of the cut. I smirked as my eyes began to glue to the oozing cut. It began to remind of the blood that bled out of the people, the people that were killed by me. After all of the meat was cut, the feeling of the pork being cut. The blood was all over my hands and arms, I never wore gloves. I needed to feel the raw, squishy meat under my hands. I sighed and looked around the room as I did so. The feeling of joy when I cut and broke the meat began to fade. My happiness began to disappear. I looked down at my hands, the myoglobin of the pig covered my hands. The walk out of the room was quick and short. I moved to the sink that was planted in another room. I turned on the sink, running my hands under the running water. Watching the red liquid fall down the drain. My mood began to drop, small amounts of rage began to form. I dried my hand into the scrap rage next to the sink. I walked out of the room and grabbed the eighty dollars that were left out for me to take, as my payment. I walked out of the butcher shop, my hands began to find their way into the pockets that were sawed on the bloodied apron. Moving down the street, looking at the leaves that falled down the trees, covering the ground in even more leaves. The ground was wet and slippery. With each step, my shoes slide slightly on the ground due to the leaves. My footsteps began to sound wet as I walked, the wet leaves causing the squishy noises. 

[thefreakandloser420]

♡ The Play Thing ♡ PT3

This is part 3 of my on-going story!!! I hol you guys love itt!!!

The light was making me feel dizzy, the feeling of my pupils constantly growing and shrinking in size. A headache began to form. I looked around, the mess was driving me crazy. The bodies of the horrible mutants were making this place more dirty. The blood of the past victims painted the walls. Then I saw the most recent person. “Sweet little Willow.” I spoke softly as I walked over to the girl. She was just fifteen years old, and yet she was a mutant. “You are still so pretty, I wish you were normal.” I spoke softly as I walked over to her dead body. When I killed her, I made sure to do it cleanly. She is so pretty. I smiled and sat next to her body. I rested my hand on her open stomach. Cold, it is so cold now. I scuffed and stood up, I looked down at her. I pressed my foot against the face. She is useless now, her body is lifeless, no warmth, no soul. I kicked her face, it just limply moved. I smiled and began to kick her face over and over. Small bruise began to form on my foot.

“WHY!? You lost your purity! You're just another monster now!” I yelled. My anger got stronger and stronger. I then looked down at her, my face softing. I sat down, grabbing her body. I was cradling her body, tears fell down my face. I gently kissed her cheek, holding her closer to myself. “I'm so sorry.” I muttered softly. I felt so bad. My body shook, I felt so bad, I didn't want to be like this. 

As I walked out of the room I gave her one last glare before I turned off the lights and left the room. I wiped my mucky hands, removing the chunky blood that coated my hands. My shoes made low tapping noises with each step. I began to walk by my room, hearing the yelling of the creature that rested there. I scuffed as I began to walk up the flight of stairs that rested near my bedroom. As I walked up to them, I got closer and closer to the front door. I was going to my job. I grumbled as I opened the hatch that separated the upper house to the basement. I was a butcher in a local shop, I used to look a bit more normal if someone saw some leftover blood that I didn't remove.

As I walked over to my dusty house, walking to the butcher coat that was hanging on the hook next to the door that led out to his unknown house of corpses. As I grabbed the coat, which was splattered with a mix of animal blood, and the blood of the past victim, but nobody knew that it was a mix of different substances.