#mild horror

[killerqueenrocks64]

Horror art I made using a picture of myself with a black and white filter from my phone, and some editing in Ibis Paint.

[lous-sewerrat]

The heeelll??..

[error404lavendernotfound]

Chapters: 13/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Sans (Undertale)/Reader, Swad/Reader - Relationship, swad & swan Characters: Reader, Swad - Character, Swan, Ink - Character, Blue, Nightmare - Character Additional Tags: Alternative Universe - Swapdreamtale (Undertale), Swapdreamtale Sans | Dream (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Romantic Soulmates, Yandere, its Swad, Dark Romance, Reader's not a good person, this is that one pair of psycho's that somehow managed to be at least somewhat healthy together, Murder, soul eating, Does that count as cannibalism?, Shapeshifting, Reader has all of Corrupt Nightmare's powers, Brief mention of the og multiverse, somehow i'm going to get fluff in here, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Obsessive Behavior, Obsession, Possessive Behavior, Body Horror, Comedy, Dark Comedy, Miscommunication, Sarcasm, reader's a prankster, she's a wet cat and Swad is pspsps-ing for his life, Kinda Eldritch Reader?, she spooky Series: Part 3 of Soulmate Au Summary:

Cherophobia: a phobia where a person has an irrational aversion to being happy; a fear of positivity

  For hundreds of years, he had been without a match. Alone. Chasing any connection he could find. But finally, just as he was about to give up hope, it happened. He had a Soulmate.

You’d made a terrible mistake. It was hardly the first time in your life to have done so, but eating the soul of a dying god and ending up stranded in another multiverse certainly stole the crown for World’s Biggest Whoopsy Ever. Honestly, at this point, you just wanted to disappear into the shadows and be left alone. A tragedy then, that you seem to be bonded to this multiverse’s deranged, obsessive, and generally unnerving ‘angel’.

[thefoulbeast]

SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING GRAVE IM STILL ALIVE

[asktheritochampion]

.....d.....disease that makes.....Rito turn to cannibalism? Can we like....get more context on that? You can't just drop something like that without context.

What do I look like to you, a doctor?

It may well be made up for all I know. I just remember being told stories of a type of creature in the mountains that prey on Rito, and supposedly if you encountered it, you would return with a strange brain disease with no cure that slowly made you crave the flesh of your own people until you yourself turned into a monster.

All I know is that supposedly it makes your eyes turn glassy and grey, it makes you froth at the beak, and the feathers on your face fall out. There's no cure. Back in my day if anyone showed even one of those symptoms then they were banished to the mountains to die alone so that they wouldn't hurt anyone. I don't know what the views are now, but I still wouldn't chance it.

There's a saying amongst we Rito. If you saw something strange in the mountains; no, you didn't. Keep flying and do not stop. Some things aren't meant to be triffled with.

[snakegoat]

Opening scene to a story I'm gonna try to write (if I have motivation)

Sienna was walking down a long road in the dead of night, her footsteps brisk as if trying to get away from someone... or something.

She heard footsteps behind her and didn't dare to look back, just started running. Who or whatever was behind her gave chase as its steps sped into a sprint.

She ran faster and faster with each step until her legs started to ache and sweat traced her face from the effort. But Sienna didn't stop for a moment.

She heard the footsteps grow louder and louder and screamed right before her eyes shot open and she found herself in bed, cuddling her girlfriend as sweat ran down Sienna's face.

At the feeling of Sienna stirring, her girlfriend pulled her closer, wrapping a single arm around her head to keep her still.

“Don't look up.”

The words were so quiet she almost didn't hear - and, honestly? She wished she didn't.

Sienna took a shaky breath and whispered back. “Why?”

“It is back."

Be honest. Would you read this story?

[dahlia-scribbles]

fairytale au

i promise i’m working on it i’m just stuck, but i wanted to post a snippet so now i’m committed to finishing it

———

He knew this forest like he knew his own name, the trees like his own bones and the streams like his own blood, and the direction he’d sent Little Red off in would ensure he would not reach the little cottage in his woods before Gilbert wanted him to.

Gilbert had first seen the little robed figure some years ago, after old Romulus’s final demise, the scarlet cloak a stark contrast with the verdant gloom. Little Red, who’d trailed behind the others, whose slim little fingers wove chains of mayflowers and grass crowns, and who he’d seen more than once wander off before one of the others shepherded back with them. He’d watched the little figure move in a bobbing sort of way, swaying to some unheard beat known only to him, his steps lighter than his foster-brothers’, with whom Gilbert was far better acquainted, who were rough and strong, and who knew the forest almost as well as he, though he knew secrets the others did not, and those he jealously guarded.

[imnotquitesurewhatimdoing]

So my friend sent me this meme and when I saw it I was like

I know YouTube wouldn’t allow it but I feel like if Mr Beast was let loose he would totally do some shit like that.

So anyway, it sparked ideas and I started frantically writing about this gen alpha kid stumbling upon a new Mr Beast video while scrolling way past their bedtime.

Their finger stops short when they see Mr Beast with some weird machine on the thumbnail behind him, and all they know—all they’ve ever known—is excitement. That sudden spike of dopamine at the sight of a brand new video.

They click with those small, sticky fingers that are coated in a thin layer of whatever substance they ate last.

That initial amazement doesn’t wane through the first half of the video, which is a rare occurrence for someone with such a short attention span, but they never expected to see Mr Beast procuring such a large shimmering wheelbarrow of coins for the sole purpose of consumption!

Mummy never lets them eat coins, denies them—deprives them of that tangy taste every time.

Oh of course Mr Beast would do something like this, it’s Mr Beast. He’s so wonderful!

He knows what the people want.

The child doesn’t question, then. Doesn’t look away when that odd machine comes into view finally. Why, it all seems like such an adventure to innocent eyes. Mr Beast is smiling, laughing with such ease, showing that charming set of perfect pearly whites. How could they resist smiling along? Giggling under the covers of the bed they should be long-asleep in.

They smile as the coin man reaches the bed, because Mr Beast is still smiling.

They smile as he is gradually swallowed by that big circle they do not recognise because Mr Beast is laughing.

The machine turns on. They are not smiling anymore.

Mr Beast is still smiling.

How does one describe the abject horror of losing one’s innocence? Their trust, shattered; their worldview torn asunder by the simple fact that the bloody pieces of a man—alive but moments ago—are splattered on the walls, and Mr Beast is still smiling.

He does the outro. The video ends.

The child doesn’t even know if they have it in them to scream…or cry? What should they even do? The iPad clicks as they set it on the nightstand and lie down. They don’t know why, since the sleepy glaze is gone from their eyes. Maybe forever. But it’s all they can do now.

Mr Beast is satisfied, I’m sure, by that frantically climbing like-count. He’s ecstatic, even, at that sudden tsunami of subscribers, as he dips his toes into yet another untapped market.

He knows what the people want.

And unlike so many inferior YouTubers out there, Mr Beast has never cared about collateral.