#slightly gory

[lilcraftycrispy]

oh yeh it's my free form crocheted heart piece. yeh it's got sparkly beads and embroided veins as to be expected

didn't have a pattern for this I just stared for far too long at a 3d scan of a heart and vibed it out from there

one day I wanna make an entire man out of crochet all of his organs and skin but thats a massive project! and this heart is slightly bigger than real life hearts and I'd want the crochet man and his organs to be life-size for maximum off putting

[marshmallow--3]

Imagine - it's the Autumn of Terror. Rooks are betraying their leader and your Mentor, Jacob Frye, left, right and centre. Heartbroken at the way he withdraws himself in depression, you're determined to prove your loyalty to him. And since words of fealty no longer carry the strength they once had, you make the dated Assassin sacrifice and cut off your left ring finger.

@sassenach-on-the-rocks

[dailysmolalluka]

Remember when you took that one butler's thumbnail?

Accidents happen sometimes.

((I thank @dailysmolkurapika for helping me with this, lol))

[headpatslut]

Want to curl into your side.

And wordlessly ask "can I be myself with you?"

And know. There's no need for answers or even questions.

And I'd spill myself all over you - in colors, notions and concepts that cannot be grasped by words. As if my words were hands that could not hold the hot, glowing coal that is meaning without immediately jerking back and dropping it.

You’re glowing. A lighthouse in a stormy sea that I must approach carefully yet want to crash into with abandon.

Want to open up my sickly sweet, disgusting insides - reflecting the light of your soul in a sticky sheen.

I want to bleed all over you with my syrupy blood and feed you my sweet heart, its juices gushing past your lips, down your cheeks. Deeply saturated and soft and firm, like an oversized pomegranate seed.

I can just be me. And I am nothing more than everything - confined in a physical form.

Far away from you. But close. So close. On your tongue. In your eyes. Nestled comfortably inside of your mind.

I'll live there for a bit. Rest there for a while. I'll be myself. If it's alright.

Dee

[comically-long-cloak]

*rips your back skin clean off your body* SPINE REVEAL

[hachilemon]

I want him to die but like in a supernatural way, y’know? Something that says all things natural and supernatural are against him and he accumulated the curse and hatred from millions of people.

Like maybe his eyeball fell out one at a time or his fingers all break one by one before his internal organs liquify and muscle evaporates, and then his bone crushed into powder until he’s a screaming writhing mess on the floor.

And then I want him to stay in that state of agony for months before the pain becomes unbearable and his heart implodes. The brain should be the last to go though, I want him to feel and understand every single thing happening to him. 

[slytherinficrecs]

Our Own Device

“Our Own Device” for hdsmoochfest

Words: 3.5k

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Reeling from a recent breakup, Harry takes to the wheel. When night falls, he needs somewhere to stay, and where better than the Hotel California?

Songspiration: “Hotel California” by The Eagles