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Sure hope no one turns it into a Analog Horror for no reason whatsoever
>This story involves dark themes, gorey mental imagery, and general bad thingymabobs. You have been warned, bitch.<
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Ethan laughed to himself, watching his boyfriends from across the boathouse's kitchen. They made him so happy, did he really deserve them? No, did they really deserve him, a sad, mopey man? He saw them together alot lately, not because of how small the boathouse was. Did they not like him anymore? Nick would usually be all over him, now he was only over by James, hugging his arm and not saying anything. No flirting, no complements, nothing.
He made himself to the roof-thing they made together, the slightly moldy wood being soft to the touch and right under the stars. He thought of all kinds of things to himself, not noticing the two others joining him. It was a quiet night, he had his eyes closed and his hands above him, and his lovers next to him. They laid close next to him, sandwiching him with love. They said sweet things, assuring him that they loved him and that they would never separate. The boat rocked slowly.
Soon after, they all were asleep. Well, not that long. Ethan woke to Nick barely holding James on the edge, sharp rocks right under him. He couldn't make out what they were saying, it was pure panic throughout them all. He rushed over to them, failing by the smallest of a second, the strict waves pulling both Nick and James into the rocky water.
He screamed out for them, not seeing any remains or either of them appearing out of the water surface. Then he saw it. The black fins, one of the worst apex predators of the ocean. He didn't realize they were so far out, not far enough to reach orca territory. He couldn't breathe, his heart stopping and praying to his wish of a god for them to be okay. The panicked man jumped into the clear stinging water. He felt the harsh killer whales push against him, but he wanted to find them. He needed to find his only reason to be on the water, on the earth, here. He reached the surface, taking another breath before noticing an arm, diving back in to get it, hoping there was a body attached.
He pulled the hand out of the water, James gasping for air as he was revealed from under it. Ethan's tears staining his face out of fear, he held onto James tightly, he was pale. It was just because of the lack of oxygen, probably. He pulled James onto the boat, realizing he was holding a passed out Nick barely poking out of the water. They were alive. They were all together, on the boat. Well...mostly. The orcas tossed the water around them, James helping Nick with the gash on his face from the rocks. Ethan looked at them, the damage setting in. James lost his leg and had been bitten in the side. Nick's face had a huge hole in it, you could see the bone right under his eye and blood over his weakly dyed teal hair.
That's why he was so pale. James collapsed, losing too much blood. Ethan held him up, making sure he wouldn't land on Nick. He somehow managed to pull both of them inside, tending to them as best he could with their lack of supplies. He then immediately went to steer them out of the rocks and whales.
They were free. They were fine now. It was all okay.
Ethan woke up on the roof, gasping for air. Where were they?
He heard them, talking and laughing in the lower level. Of course, it was just a dream. Nothing bad had really happened. "Hey, how....how are you both? Feeling okay?" He questioned, having made his way to their seats. The area went quiet, him looking at them. "What, is it that weird for me to ask that? Haha." They smiled, James standing up first. "It's okay now, Ethan." Nick nodded, kissing his cheek.
"You can let us go now."
Ethan stood there, looking at the two rotting bodies at his dinner table. He laughed. "Nice one guys, now, what do you want for lunch? Hotdogs?" He went to prepare more food, the flies rushing out of his way from the older food on the table. The boathouse was a mess, blood dripping from the seats. Rotting food everywhere, leftovers from Nick and James.
"You guys are really picky lately."
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Got back from the SAT a while ago YIPPEE
this is basically a glorified shitpost
Bruce Campbell "Waxwork II: Lost in Time" (1992)
Charcoal and Acrylic
2nd May 2022
Ah, the sweet joys of TAFE work you alter to whatever the hell you want. 16th March, 2021
Transference
29th December, 2020
Night time
18th December 2020
AN ARM F0R A L1FE SEEMS M0RE THAN FA1R.
I'm super proud of this one! Tried doing a more difficult pose ^_^
One.
Eyes are like the windows to the mind.
Everything is dark under here.
My eyes hurt so much. So much that I can't even feel them.
My eyelids feel weird. I'm not sure how to describe it.
Something feels hollow.
My lungs hurt as I hack up, the dust already in my lungs. My back laying on something soft, but overwhelming.
It smells like earth in here, but just dry and forgotten about.
I need to get out.
I try getting up, but my spine lets out a pained protest, my head already hitting something hard. I lay back down, still coughing.
The coughing feels like someone's cutting up my throat.
My hand blindly reaches out in front of me, hitting what feels like wood. My fingers dig into the palm of my hand and hit above, dust spraying down on me once again.
I have to ignore it. I have to get out.
Something's trickling down my face, warm and unwelcoming. It thickly smells like iron.
No time. Air's too tight.
I get my hands above and try pushing up, more dust falling on me.
My hands are now slamming against it, over and over.
I need to get out.
Splinters are already digging into my skin, stabbing in.
I can't stop.
It's so hard to breathe.
Blood is beginning to trickle down my wrists and bruises are swelling up on my knuckles.
I need to see. I need to see. I need to see.
Where are my eyes?
Sometimes, she wondered if Sabre-kind, too, were merely animals. --- Just a sabretooth wc character questioning their morality after winning a brutal fight- were her brethren, really, just bigger prey too?
Hi! So I've been wanting to draw some psychopomp fanart since I've played it, GOD!! I LOVE THE VISUALS and it's so abstract and terrifying <3
Forgive. Forgive. Forgive.
I wasn't tagged, but I'm still interested...:)
I survived.....probably due to my stubbornness
Tagging: Anyone who wants to do this
pov: you’re in a horror movie
1. create your own look here
2. find out what role you are here
I kind of love the result I got :)
no pressure tags: @foodiewithdahoodie @queereldritch @elhaspowers @gothbower @ohfallingdisco @josephandjamie @josephfakingquinn @johnsimms @cuethemulti @can-of-pringles @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @nebulousfishgills @mimisempai @thelostsisters @lokisgoodgirl @cultofsheep @onesmainbitch @jcbbby @whumpzone @catboysienna @lussiane333 @erdarielthewhumper @abitofboth @galactic-magick @llywenn @chaos-monkeyy @highwarlockofphilly (only if you feel like playing, no pressure or anything 🥰)
if I didn’t tag you and you’d love to join, please don’t hesitate to do so. I’d love to see the results you got. everybody is welcome!