#horror tw.

[sturmboe]

Dealing with ghosts is scary but Nat manages..

[beansprean]

Unos monstruos de patreon 💖

[tefmiles]

noooo rowan noooooooooo

[ rbs appreciated ]

[victoryclaimedarchived]

empathynoted asked: They had been talking for a long time now. Subtle lunch dates, her cooking for him, and long conversations. Attraction based on interaction, not--- status. She's right there in front of him, all smiles and happiness. And then she's looking down, at the blood blossoming across her abdomen. Her breath hiccupping as she stumbled forward, "Hawks---." (have a nightmare for the bird boy about his new friend)

❤ ▏  —  UNPROMPTED ! ;

he can't remember what it was they were talking about, attention being taken by the change in the air. he lifts his head, glancing around to try and spot who or what had caused the change, and he reaches for her when she says his name.

       "we need to get ou--" his attention snaps back to her as she stumbles forward and eyes widen as the sight of blood. "--elizabeth !" he catches her, lowering her as he kneels down, cradling her carefully. a trembling hand presses to her abdomen to try and stop the bleeding as his gaze darts around, trying to find the assailant. where were they?! how did they get her without him noticing? "just stay calm--" but when he looks back to her, she's gone.

       "el--elizabeth?" he stares at his hands, covered in her blood. she was --- she was just here! he stands, spinning in a circle, sending his feathers out to look for her. find her, find her, find her--- "---ELIZABETH !" his breathing is heavy as he takes to the skies, searching desperately for her.

       "hawks, over here !" he blinks, turning to see one of the agents from the commission waving him down. weird, he thinks, what're they doing out here? still -- he flies down to them, something telling him to run away. he ignores the feeling, head feeling fuzzy. "we warned you, hawks," the agent says in a sing-song voice, and hawks' brows pull together in confusion.

       "what? warned me about wha...?" his voice trails off as the agent leads him around the corner and into an alley. he turns around in time to hurl whatever was in his stomach.

       "we warned you," the agent repeated. "you can't have personal relationships. they won't end well for you. they'll only hold you back. but it's okay," the agent continues in the same sing-song voice, "we took care of it for you. don't worry, we'll clean up the mess and no one will even know she existed."

       "---you bastards," hawks growls out between heavy breaths. he didn't think he could ever get rid of the image of a mangled elizabeth on the ground -- no matter how hard he tried.

       "it's all your fault --"

       "---what?"

       "this is all because of you !"

hawks turned to see elizabeth peel herself from the ground, broken body making her way towards him. his stomach churns once again, and he turns to hurl once more, only to fall onto a hard, cold surface.

eyes snap open, cold sweat making his shirt cling to him. he scrambles to his feet, quickly looking around to see that he was in his apartment, not at the mouth of an alley, about to be attacked by the corpse of his friend. he takes heavy breaths, swallowing thickly.

it was just a dream. still, he feels like he's going to be sick. with a heavy sigh, he pads to the bathroom, turning the sink on to splash his face with cool water. it was just a dream, and yet. . . he worries one day it might not be.

empathynoted

[nidorinaaa-blog]

Spending my morning with Children of the Corn (the original), cinnamon toast, and a cup of coffee. Happy day before Halloween!!

[latinx-files]

I had a nightmare that would have been pretty traumatic for me if happened In real life but I feel like the one vivid thing that I do remember is this little girls face who was pretty happy watching me in the dream and if I say her name (which I only got after I woke up) I’d regret saying it’s out loud