‍𖤐‍‍゛‍𝖈ataclyst　ᛪ

⠀𓏲 ͟𐂅⠀⠀𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃⠀⠀ᴼᶠ⠀⠀the⠀⠀𝕯AMNED⠀⠀ *⠀𓄋 ̼ ⠀𝓣E𝐌P𝐓𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡⠀⠀𝓈𝓉𝒶ins⠀⠀冫⠀⠀ყour⠀⠀🅣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 ⠀𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳⠀on⠀the ﹙⠀#𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙎⠀﹚ of⠀𝓗┄UMANITY

[voidwalked]

call    of    the    VOID    ﹙⠀…⠀﹚    i    am    the    hand    the    leads    you    to    damnation.    who    else    would    understand    gods    mistake    better    than    the    devil﹖    the    creature    with    no    face    ┄┄⎯    something    devilish    that    lays    beyond    humane    comprehension﹔    JACKSON    FROST.

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[voidwalked]

A FRESH NEW PINNED EDIT HEH!!! i finally managed to transfer polarr filters into psds and its been working WONDERS lemme tell ya.

[unpr0mpted]

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

[voidwalked]

❝ whisper my name． let me say goodbye. ❞

for @frystsnow ្ prompted ⇄ ❪⠀⁺ . 🪦 ♱ ꒱⠀❫ still accepting﹗ ゛✦ ུ

　𝒂  𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒔𝒆  𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐  𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕  𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆  𝒘𝒂𝒔     ﹨     𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕  𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅'𝒗𝒆  𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏.    seeing  this  version  of  self﹔     so  joyful,     so  free,     so  very  whole.     a  moth  drawn  to  the  licking  flames,     the  humanity  and  purity  that  pours  from  this  very  mirror  of  themselves  makes  them  ache,     (   makes  them  crack.   )     surface  of  skin  begins  to  burn,     brought  ablaze  by  an  incurable  itch,     an  itch  to  take,    an  inexplicable  hunger  to  satiate.

porcelain  'dermis  cracks,     blacken  substances  pooling  out  as  he  narrows  in  onto  the  spirit's  face.      ❛   uncountable  years,   ❜     the  entity  speaks,    syllable  slurs  with  cloying  tones,     insipid  venom  weaned  thinly  within  this  strange  cadence  of  something  attempting  to  sound  gentle,     flicks  under  tongue.      ❛   for  years,    you've  remained     *  pure.   ❜     it's  smile  never  falters,     neither  does  it  move.    the  grin  stretches  too  far,     carved  into  it's  face  like  a  fault  line.     teeth  too  white,     too  many,   all  perfectly  even  like  they'd  been  fit  into  place.     no  muscle  flexes,   no  warmth  dared  disturb  the  porcelain  mask  it  wears  like  skin.

it's  almost  human,     almost  imperfect,    too  imperfect,     doll—like,     crafted  by  the  hands  of  midas,    like  a  god  that  had  never  seen  mortality.   the  curve  of  his  cheekbone,   the  wet,   dull  pools  of  what  could  be  eyes,   the  long,   lithe  digits,    all  designed  to  resemble  life.     to  mimic  a  soul,     without  bearing  the  authenticity  of  one.     the  mirror  before  the  guardian,    sparkling  pure  white  with  pristine  untouched,   fallen  snow,    trembles.     not  from  any  quake  of  the  earth,     but  from  something  much,     much  more  archaic.    the  weight  of  a  soul  collapsing,     decaying,     eating  itself  whole.     the  entity  tilts  its  head,     movements  jerked  and  delayed,     marionette—like,     strings  of  sinew  straining  beneath  crawling  tar  skin.

the  reflection  twitches,    the  uncorrupted,   mirror—self,     soft—featured,     real,     bright.     the  pure  one  stares  back  with  a  sorrow  so  profound,    so  unguarded  it  sickens  the  being  to  it's  very  core.    jackson  knew  not  of  what  it  was,    but  he  hungered.     he  hungered  the  remembrance  of  wanting  to  be  good.     believing  in  something  brighter,     and  that  memory,     faded  and  frayed,     eats  at  it  more  than  rot  ever  could.     a  fissure  cracks  through  its  face,   jagged  and  deep,     viscous  ichor—so,     so,     so  dark,    darker  than  night,     stiller  than  black,     bubbles  from  it's  crevices.     jackson  doesn't  flinch,    the  porcelain  continues  to  smile.

the  being  leans  forth,     cracking  the  very  surface  of  the  mirror  it  had  been  itching  to  phase  through,     grinning  wider  by  pure  design.     made  to  mock  love,   built  to  imitate  gentleness  with  all  the  horror  of  a  hollowed  out  thing  pretending  to  ache.     he  tries  once  more.    ❛   you  look  so  soft,   ❜    he  whispers,   a  breaking  discordance  of  familiar  voices  of  those  present  in  the  guardian's  life  echoes,   pressing  a  cracking  palm  to  shards  of  glass,     what's  seen  as  skin,     splits  along  the  knuckles,    jointed  and  delicate,     revealing  writhing  tendons  of  blurred  blackness.    ❛   i  remembered  being  this  soft.   ❜     blackness,     not  of  earth,     had  begun  to  seep  through  the  cracked  edges.     blackness,   that  devoured  every  inch  of  light  that  treaded  near.    blackness,     of  hunger,     desire  and  the  void.

[voidwalked]

Die die die die GO ROT IN UR WEIRD VOID JACKSON.

@meratta．　↪︎　　¨　🪦͟　༉　　inbox    —    unprompted，always  accepting．

　( … )

do i know you ?

[lizkeen]

FOLK HORROR sentence and action prompts.

( Send a dialogue tag and/or a # for reverse aka for receiver perform a chosen action on sender. )

Sentence Prompts.

“I cannot be judged by you!”

“I have done nothing but preach.”

“Confess to me.”

"You are not worthy."

“You cannot disobey the shepherd.”

“Show me the light.”

"The devil carved you from his flesh."

"It's not too late to turn to God."

"My soles are burnt from the fire."

“You have sinned and now you must be punished.”

“You are an apostate of hell.”

“When have you strayed from the path?”

“You are no longer worthy of salvation.”

"The sinnermen sent you!"

“Were you born a sinner?”

"You have the devil's eyes."

"No one shall tempt me into darkness."

“Evil has corrupted your thoughts.”

“What wickedness have you done?”

“He won’t hear your prayers!”

“The devil has taken refuge in you.”

“Let me in.”

"You're the devil."

“Salvation is not possible.”

“I am the chosen one.”

“Satan shines his light in the darkest, deepest parts of your mind.”

“She is an innocent child.”

“You will find yourself wandering in the dark.”

“Satan uses sin to reach you.”

“You don’t have to hide from him anymore.”

“The devil knows what you did.”

“We must sacrifice the weak.”

“That is, if they survive the baptism.”

“Fear not, death is not the end, it’s the beginning.”

“Instead, they sent you.”

“Fire will absolve you from your sins.”

“You are an apostle of Satan.”

“He has risen from the sea of flames.”

“I am the one you should worship.”

“They are going to cleanse you.”

“Do you know what worship feels like?”

“You will learn and when you do you won’t turn back.”

“I want you to worship me.”

“I was sent to guide you.”

“Do you see it? The darkness in me?”

Action Prompts.

Send [exorcise] for your muse to try to exorcise mine.

Send [chain] for your muse to chain my muse down a cross.

Send [field] for your muse to chase mine through a field.

Send [pitchfork] for your muse to stab mine with a pitchfork.

Send [kneel] for your muse to force mine to pray.

Send [cross] for your muse to strike my muse down with a cross.

Send [rosary] for your muse to wrap a rosary around my muses’ throat tenderly.

Send [rosary spike] for your muse to threaten to stab mine with their rosary.

Send [drag] for your muse to drag my muse into church.

Send [pray] for your muse to pray with my muse.

[requiem-on-water]

Neural Horror

[sorrowsofasoul]

[lia-serrano]

self portrait / from the archives.

© Lía Serrano

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[lia-serrano]

shadow person...

© Lía Serrano

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[eliseliedl]

Until your sin is cleansed, my vengeance will pursue you.

[snarkspawn]

rejected by death, infected with life

[eliseliedl]

All I desire is the finality a blade should give. Gazing at the afterlife from afar... is one of the prices I must pay.

[varuka]

[voidwalked]

︶꒷꒦꒷ ❝ wipe that look off your face. ❞ / for @fabala ្ prompted ⇄ ❪⠀⁺ . 🪦 ♱ ꒱⠀❫ still accepting﹗ ゛✦ ུ

　the lacerating grin only widens, spitefully. edges of tiers tighten along doll—like cheeks ﹨ screws tautening 'gainst edges of margins. ❛ what look﹖ ❜ pacing about her person, snooping about with itchy hands﹔ feline—akin. it's a defaulted preset, something he's mimicked for a much more friendly approach.

how beast attempts to assimilates within fragile veneers of humanity ﹨ trying to become﹔ something so nearly human, uncannily so.

　with a macabre twist of mien﹔ doll's skin cracking along the surface, faux flesh folds ﹠ unfurls in unnatural waves ﹨ knitting itself above something raw ﹠ indecipherable beneath. wet noises to resound, jaws snapping inhumanely wide, and then it quietens. before the witch, they peer back ( ... ) a reflection of herself, yet, the aforementioned smile remains.

arms ascend to present themselves flamboyantly in front of the witch, examining their work in front of her. ❛ how about this look﹖ ❜

[skitskatdacat63]

"Flowers Resplendent on the Sun-Scorched Sojourn" - Il Capitano

[eldritchxh0rr0r]