#lmk if anything else needs tagged

[alastor-assists]

Flumpty stimboard with horror stims, eye stims, and egg stims!

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#onaf stimboard #one night at flumpty's #onaf #onaf flumpty #flumpty bumpty #flumpty #stimboard #tw eye horror #tw horror #tw body horror #tw food #tw blood #tw teeth #tw teeth horror #tw eyes #lmk if anything else needs tagged #fnaf fangame #tw mouth horror

[b1gerror]

melissa young was born in the summer of 1943 in elmhurst, illinois.  melissa’s own mother died during childbirth,  and she was subsequently raised by her paternal grandparents whilst her father continued in his post as a naval recruit.   her upbringing as relatively normal for the time,   attended school,  helped her grandmother with housework and tailoring for family and friends.    melissa never felt as though she was an only child,   with children her age living so close by,   cousins that would appear every weekend with nothing but a ball and string but none of them ever shied away.    naturally outgoing,   melissa won prom queen her senior year of high school where her boyfriend of two years was crowned alongside her:   richard buckley.    neither of them knew what they wanted to do after graduation,    working dead-end jobs in diners and truckstops across america to fund their travels.      they settled into the ‘hippie’ lifestyle quickly,     following the trends over states,   with merry pranksters and the summer of love in 1967.        

02:48am,    march 10th 1968,     chicago illinois.       robin buckley was born,  named after a robin spotted on the windowsill of melissa’s hospital room,  which she viewed as a sign,   an answer to the question that they had been pondering the last 7 months.     melissa and richard already knew that they didn’t want to have any more kids,    robin had already been unplanned and unwanted-     but they loved her.      for the first year of robin’s life,   they stayed with melissa’s family,     all savings they ever had having been blown over the years of travel and partying.      in the fall of 1969,    richard’s family put down a payment on a house in hawkins,   indiana      (which can be found not far from the byers household),     in hopes that a small town with a little hippie scene would help to settle down the two reluctant parents that were all too happy with letting grandparents look after her.      it worked for awhile,     they got clean,   got jobs,   tried to get involved in town activities but couldn’t help but feel like outsiders,     like people were laughing at the efforts to fit in,   to lead the cookie cutter lifestyle that had been expected of them upon graduation.    

it didn’t remain easy,    their connections to their community were still strong,   when thanksgiving and christmas rolled around,   so did the rv’s parked along the street,    anti-thanksgiving and hippie christmas became a staple of robin’s childhood,    the already cramped house ready to split with bodies pouring in for days at a time,    cooing at how much she had grown year after year,    bags full of hand-me-down clothes from their own children,    books that were water stained and missing pages but robin would make it work,    they didn’t really mind;     a reminder that parents didn’t want to commodify her childhood with all the newest clothes—   shirts that were two sizes two big,   pants with holes.   robin learned to sew and stitch from a young age,     to make it work. 

at ten,   melissa returned to work in the laundromat,    helping her grandmother during her upbringing suddenly coming in useful for parents too busy to hem trousers,   to fix rips.     it turned robin into a latchkey kid from the fifth grade,     all too aware of the final notice bills shoved into the mailbox that would go unopened until the lights went out,     lifestyle taking priority over the function of the household.      it all came crumbling not even a year later when melissa was hospitalised for what wouldn’t have been understood yet as a drug induced psychosis,   leaving robin with just her father for two months.     she didn’t mind it—   in fact,   they thought it was easier to talk to richard compared to melissa,   it didn’t feel forced,   and he didn’t force her into conversation either.       it wasn’t really talked about when melissa returned either,    as if life just went back to normal,    robin hiding under sheets when the too familiar red and blue lights shone through the curtains,      with her constant fear of walking into the living room and not knowing where their parents were,     or if they would come home.          as robin got older,    they just didn’t leave.     in a list robin made comparing her home life to a friends,   one of the points was ‘robin’s house smells like dogs even though we don’t have any’,      drugs were a staple in the buckley home,   and it wasn’t rare for robin to return from school,    expecting the house to be empty,    to find either parent called out of work,   or left early,     dancing around the living room,    reminiscing about the good old days.      but it was normal,    it was robin’s normal.      melissa’s greater presence in that sense as robin got older plays a lot into their antisocial tendencies,   having become used to hiding away in their room,    making sure that dinner was on the table,     being a parent to her own parents.       

melissa and robin’s relationship was strained,    as if they could never quite see eye-to-eye.   robin believes it’s because there has never been room for both of them,    for emotions in general to be spoken about if they weren’t something positive,   or feel good.       all of robin’s concerns or worries were just ushered away,   crystals pressed against flesh with what was supposed to be calming mantras filling the air.     melissa didn’t make any effort to understand robin,    but robin never made that effort either,     saw it as a waste of time,    time that she didn’t have.       in chapter 3 of rebel robin,    robin attempts to have a conversation with melissa about life,    about how she,    someone who appeared to be so full of life,   a total ‘flower child’ ended up in hawkins,   and melissa’s reply?    was to tell the story of robin’s conception.      the message was received in robin’s eyes,     not wanted,    that the life they,    and robin hated,     was her fault.    

we get to see another snippet into their relationship through season four of stranger things,    with robin’s comment of ‘believe me,  my mother reminds me daily’   in regards to her speech,   and how things come off.    i do believe that they butt heads a lot within the household,    richard taking a back seat to most of their arguments,    much more interested in the ceiling and returning to the living room.       their relationship had never been good,    acted like acquaintances as opposed to mother and daughter,    but it did turn more antagonistic after robin’s attempt to run away at the end of her sophomore year.     robin worries that melissa doesn’t like her,     that sure,    maybe she’s loved like a daughter,     but it’s expected.     at her core,    she is not liked,    and does not feel like a welcome member of the family.       

#this is just me talking about melissa basically lmao #im going to add to this overtime but :p #drug mention / #lmk if anything else needs tagged #i'll format under the cut later too i wanna do a reply

[zorosdimples]

MORE, PLEASE, ALWAYS, FOREVER

pairing ༄ simeon x gn!reader

warnings ༄ minors: please do not interact! i will block you. suggestive content, religious/sacrilegious imagery, corruption, manipulation, dubious consent, drugging. simeon calls reader “little one” and “darling.” please let me know if i’m missing anything!

word count ༄ 771

notes ༄ this is my first time posting my writing, so please be kind! this drabble is darker than what i usually write; i’ve just been thinking about simeon and corruption for months… i have fluffier pieces in the works, i promise! <3

“but s-simeon,” you whispered, afraid to raise your voice lest desire drip from each syllable—as if the angel couldn’t see your trembling thighs or the glint of hunger in your gaze. your skin glowed, he observed, all dewy with want; he had never seen anything so beautiful, so vulnerable. your chest heaved as though you couldn’t catch your breath. “you’re an angel.”

“yes?” he hummed, trying not to sound too eager—all while his blood sang for you.

your tongue wetly floundered for a response, brain unable to comprehend anything other than the fierce fire that licked at your very core. oh, if he did not relish your sputtering, dumb state. you hung onto his every word as if he would lead you to salvation.

that’s what angels were created for, right?

“angels, humans, demons—we all have more in common than you think. we all have similar urges, similar needs,” simeon stated, lithe fingers traveling down your sides to dig into the soft flesh of your hips, forcing a breathy sigh from your lips. shame would have eaten you alive had it not been for your desperation.

“but you humans are rather self-centered, no?” he asked with an experimental squeeze that had your eyes fluttering dreamily. “you assume that your corrupted moral compass applies to the other two realms.”

you shivered as simeon leaned so close that you could smell the sweetness—caramel?—that clung to his skin. his lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “angels, as god’s chosen creatures, are encouraged to love deeply.” his fingertips grazed your belly as you swallowed thickly. his hot breath melted your resolve while his thinly-veiled words had your nerves thrumming in anticipation.

patience was a virtue that simeon usually embodied, but the thrill you inspired within him was cracking his restraint. he couldn’t help but push: push himself, push you. he needed to hear you to say it.

he gently cradled your chin between his thumb and forefinger, angling your face to meet his expectant gaze. if you had been in the right state of mind, perhaps you would have noticed how his azure irises were unusually dark, pools of midnight you could drown in.

the smile that tugged at his lips was almost wicked as he probed, “what do you need, little one? tell me.”

the endearment fell on deaf ears as you leaned into simeon’s grasp like a simpering pet. your eyes flickered down to his lips instead of answering his question, biting down on your own almost hard enough to draw blood.

“ah ah,” he chided, pinching your chin, still a hair’s breadth from your face.

you looked like a wounded animal for a moment, eyes wide and shimmering, staring down the barrel of a hunter’s gun. you tried to wriggle from his grasp in embarrassment.

the angel’s grip was unyielding, though. he was certain there would be bruises on your tender flesh come morning—the thought only heightened his arousal. his honeyed chuckle, like a potent sedative, lulled your movements.

“as much as i appreciate your enthusiasm,” simeon said with featherlight strokes to your burning cheek, “i need you to use your words, darling.”

you whimpered in response. your brain was fried, incapable of intelligent thought. all you could do was feel and act—instinct usurping rationale—more animal than human. all you could muster was a breathy and pathetic “please,” punctuated by the unshed tears that sparkled in your eyes.

“please what?” he cooed with faux sympathy. his free hand skimmed down the slope of your shoulder and the curve of your arm to ultimately settle on the fat of your thigh. the movement caused a tremor to ricochet through your body.

he looked at you like he wanted to devour you, to pick your bones clean, to consume you so wholly that not even your soul remained. and maybe it should have frightened you. but all you wanted was to lay yourself bare and let the angel feast on you until there was nothing left.

“i need you, simeon,” you finally breathed, soft as a prayer.

as soon as the words left your bruised lips, he lifted you onto his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist. you exhaled a warbled moan when he dipped down to scrape his teeth against the column of your throat. “that wasn’t so difficult, was it?” he murmured into your skin.

you were too far gone to answer—not that simeon cared. he finally had you where he wanted you, writhing and whining prettily. he made a mental note to thank solomon for the spell that had his little human begging for more, please, always, forever.

#oh god now i need to figure out the tags #pray for me #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me x reader #simeon x reader #simeon x mc #simeon x you #obey me simeon #obey me smut #simeon smut #simeon #obey me shall we date #om! smut #tw dubcon #tw dark content #i’m trying my best here #please lmk if i should tag anything else! #༄ kae writes

[introvertedppl]

grian, buddy, im p sure relationships built on servitude isn’t love

#grian #goodtimeswithscar #desert duo #3rd life #double life #last life #my art #blood #scopophobia #death #fire #lmk if u guys need me to tag anything else!

[zephyrine-gale]

personal headcanon blade's scars

he's been thru some stuff and I think it should show

#honkai star rail #hsr #blade #my art #what are the tw tags #body horror #body harm tw #please lmk if there's anything else that needs to be tagged! #his whole story just has me like.. shocked pikachu face #he's just suffering personafied

[southern--downpour]

WIRED

#eye strain #mouth trauma #generation loss #ranboo #genloss #lmk if i need to tag this as anything else this is a bit more intense than what i usually draw lmao #virgil arts #can. can you tell i just watched spidrverse #kjhgfdfghj i just wanted to do a SUPER colorful drawing for a while now and this was just good timing #AH WAIT JUST IN CASE #emetophobia #body horror

[zaacoy]

That one dumb tweet has put this outfit that HE ONLY EVER APPEARS IN ONCE IN THE ENTIRE SHOW into the forefocus of my brain for like 3 days now so have this

#He is SO silly it is UNREAL #And that color of purple looks so good on him they should bring smth like this back omg #It is criminal that he only has like. 4 minutes of screen time in this outfit. please lego please #Ignore how wonky some things are im eepy and stressed weewoo #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk #tang lmk #pigsy lmk #freenoodleshipping #freenoodles #I don't think tang in this outfit has a specific tag very sad #THE NEW LEAKED OUTFITS AREN'T HELPING WITH MY DELIRIUM NOW I NEED TO DRAW HIM IN THAT ONE- #IMMEDIATELY TOO AUGHHH #If anything else cool drops before I get done with my exams I might actually just die #I just need things to hold off until may 20th after that I'm good pleaseeee Lego pleaseeeeeeee #Back to the scorpion outfit they should really put him in purple more often it's so good on him nfndhsnm #It's definitely just the floor length robe thing and the long sleeves but it gives me ao lie vibes #so silly it's criminal heehheehoo #Zaacoy art💫

[aeirithgainsborough]

TWIN PEAKS (1990) YELLOWJACKETS (2021) (insp @holdbeast) 

#HELLO??? #i hope u dont mind i made this ur post inspired me and also got me thinking!!!! #also if anyone knows if there's a way to not have the words on credits gifs like 2 remove them pls lmk bcus i tried to look for a tutorial #and it was not helpgul #yellowjackets #yellowjacketsedit #twin peaks #twinpeaksedit #laura palmer #laurapalmeredit #misty quigley #mistyquigleyedit #96yellowjackets #** #flashing tw #glitch tw #glitching tw #pls let me know if u need me to tag this as anything else i did the ones i could think of!

[thylacid]

messing with stuff getting silly etc etc

#awesome rowan art #warrior cats #tigerclaw #tigerstar #tw blood #tw eyestrain #<- i think. lmk if i need to tag anything else

[spaceistheplaceart]

In which Gordon finally realizes all his friends died long before he met them

Previous

#good job dipshit you just destroyed the last human 🙄 #i hope i got across what i was trying to get across #benreys ok dw hes still chillin in the digital space but his body uh... well :( #and well. this does affect him. in the digital space :( #hlvrai splatoon au #hlvrai #gore tw #gore cw #blood cw #blood #gore #op art #comic #listen man... the funny game about squids is so tragic actually-- #if u need me to tag it as anything else lmk

[dinoserious]

ichor, and the fated end

#pokemon #arceus #giratina #poke mythos #eyestrain #giratina wounded arceus badly before it was put away #palkia and dialga were forced to give arceus an ultimatum: either giratina was killed. or it was sent away somewhere untouchable #this was not given in a cruel manner or as pure merciless logistics #giratina was something to them too. a sibling they watched grow. but they knew not anything else that could be done #the choice that was made spared them all something #anwyays. ehem. back on this. this ones pretty edgy folks #idk does this need like. a cw tag. its pretty stylized+idk what to even use. just lmk i guess

[tarteggs]

family photo

#vash the stampede #millions knives #knives millions #trigun vash #trigun tessla #trigun knives #trigun #trigun maximum #my art #tw flashing #tw blood #tw body horror #pls lmk if there’s anything else that needs to be tagged :’) #auguhghhhh i have so many thoughts abt these three …..

[transjudas]

"The question [whether or not he really survived the accident]… it's a moot point. Because this is the hand that you're dealt. And this is the "reality" that you're in." (x)

#frank iero #derealization mention #if anyone else needs this tagged anything else lmk! #fiatx #fiatp #the way he talks about having new experiences here just #really made me feel a lot #near death experience mention #userkam

[tomatoart]

AW JUST TAKE IT ! i can grow another. lol

#THIS ISNT Y4//ND3/R3 IF U EVEN THINK THT OR TOUCH THIS ILL BEAT U UP THT SUFF MAKES ME UNCOMFORTABLE. OKAH #he just does it to freak ppl out #kiwi #oc #Blood #drawn gore #body horror #queue are lovely #i drew this like a year ago lol #lmk if i need to tag anything else! ill happily do so bc sometimes this stuff freaks me out too! i understand

[bobaboob]

a breakdown of how i draw diluc based on the time frame :>

i think diluc had more defined abs in snezhnaya when he wasn't eating properly, so his body fat percentage was dangerously low. now that he's back at the manor and adelinde is making him eat as much as he should again, he has his slight chub <3

a lot of this is also age because diluc was so young when he left mondstadt, so now that he's older (25/26 by my hc) i think his body hair has filled out and his trapezius and abdominal muscles have gotten bulkier as well!

someone stop me i have anatomy textbooks and a dream

#diluc #genshin impact #genshin fanart #diluc ragnvindr #dilucposting #listen. #there is something so much more attractive about the second To Me #and it's so important to me that diluc is eating healthily now #especially since we know he doesn't get much sleep #i like to think he has people making sure he eats regular meals now lmfao #tw disordered eating #? lmk if i need to tag anything else

[teefersdotcom]

hey folks <3 currently on tiktok there's a wave of hate going towards angel's sensory room - one of the reasons being that the creators support lesboys. this has led to a wave of anti-lesboy t-shirts being uploaded on roblox so people can harass those in game. if any of y'all have the time, mind reporting a few of them? just searching "lesboy" in marketplace should pull them up. thanks <3

#tw lesboy hate #tw queerphobia #tw queer discourse #angel's sensory room #angels sensory room #a couple of the shirts are also tagged with regretevator #radinclus #rad inclus #roblox #lmk if i need to tag anything else #tw exclusionism