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Day 3: #bait 🐛🎣🐟🐠🐡 a little more sinister this time I have decided to change the place of the worm (the bait) and the human (the fisherman). My favourite detail: do you see that worm with its cheerful smile? That's exactly what's so sinister. He is cheerful and doesn't really realise that the fish with their sharp teeth "kill" the girl, he enjoys his fish moment. It's a cheerful scene of someone fishing while someone is literally being sacrificed as bait. Something to think about, don't you think? ... ×veri #ink #inktober2019 #octobre #inktober #fishing #smiley #bait #human @jakeparker @inktober @inktoberworld2019 #blackandwhite #black #shades #worm #water #innocent #sinister #swapped #fineliner #drowning #hook #fishingline #riverside #art #traditionalart https://www.instagram.com/p/B3Kshg_iDql/?igshid=1tjsz3iu5w2vs

If I were a parent this is the type of fun I would have with my kids. #halloween #diadelosmuertos #dayofthedead #evil #wicked #sinister #fun

"Crafts Day" at work. Expressing my inner Demon-child. (Not that that's any different from my outer adult.) 😂😈🤷‍♂️ I did this 2-3 years back; they've been hanging here with me at work ever since. #lol #halloween #fun #funny #playful #wicked #sinister #evil #hanged #evillaugh #losangeles #raggedyann #raggedyandy https://www.instagram.com/p/BpPk3kVn_sN/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ik637uef1ctq

It's the missing kids.

SINISTER (2012) dir. Scott Derrickson

Bughuul in Sinister (2012) dir. Scott Derrickson

Bughuul in Sinister (2012) dir. Scott Derrickson

FUCK WRING BLOG

Lemme cook for u ♥

I don’t know what the fuck that is but yeah I’ll eat that. I don’t have photo of my chicken shawarma but I’ll reheat some of that for you.

Here we go again . . . 🍫✨👀 !

Reblog if you want to drink the murky and sinister drinks in Team Galactic’s Fridge

Can’t wait to get my hands on BDSP to see if the remake has the murky and sinister drinks

Reblog if you want to drink the murky and sinister drinks in Team Galactic’s Fridge

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐑

                                       ʳ ᵒ ᵗ ᵗ ᵉ ᶰ  ᵗ ᵒ  ᵗ ʰ ᵉ  ᶜ ᵒ ʳ ᵉ

“Puta que pariu, lugarzinho do caralho.” Reclamava em alto e bom tom, sem se importar com quem estaria ouvindo as palavras. “Quem foi o imbecil que pensou que fazer esses dormitórios temáticos ia ser uma boa ideia?” Estava irritado, após uma noite quase sem sono nenhum, ser acordado às 6 da manhã para fazer flexões não era nem um pouco satisfatório para o Facilier. As olheiras se tornavam quase visíveis a medida que o ato quase se tornava uma rotina. Dormir perto do amanhecer e acordar cedo o bastante para que considerasse estar vivendo em uma fazenda com os galos. “Um porra que cresceu sem amor de mãe, tenho certeza.” Bom, ele mesmo era um desses tipos de porra. Amor de mãe era superestimado, não? Sinister Kek Facilier diria que sim. “Pau no seu cu, Jim Hawkins. Merlin. Seja lá quem foi. Foda-se.”

❪ você sabe fazer alguma outra coisa que não seja reclamar? não sabe que ficar reclamando trás energias negativas? quer que o dia piore? ❫ os dedos deram um pequeno toque na testa do mesmo como se tentasse trazer de volta o juízo, mas as vezes duvidava que ele não tinha nenhum.❪ tecnicamente é uma boa ideia, imagina um monte de quartos sem graça? tudo branco. ❫ o corpo da menor estresse só de imaginar como se fosse a cena do próprio inferno. ❪ qual o seu problema com quem nasceu sem mãe? eu não tenho mãe e sou uma pessoa normal, talvez não totalmente normal mas eu sou legal, não uma porra, poxa. ❫ sim ela tinha ficado ofendida e fechado a cara, os braços cruzados enquanto tentava não matar o facilier com os olhos mas quando o mesmo xingou o cara que ela mais admirava foi demais. ❪ ei você só fala de pau no cu se quiser comer o jim hawkins ok? certeza que foi um erro de algum funcionário, olha o tanto de coisa legal que ele fez? ele não erra, ele é tipo um deus cara! não se fala assim dos deuses!!! ❫ mais um ponte de palavras despejadas com clara indignação. ❪ mas o merlin... ❫ deu de ombros até ela estava puta com o light one pra ser sincera. ❪ você não acha estranho ele ter sumido? e o pior ninguém fala disso. ❫ 

Home Invasion (Centipede!Sans)

So, I’ve missed writing about centipede!sans, he needs some love… so he’s here to pursue it himself by coming straight to you >:) huehuehue

TW: Bugs, beginning includes a nightmare where reader is covered in bugs (the first italics section), and centipede!sans being creepy and grabby with you

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Legs, crawling all over you.

You couldn’t move.

A myriad of insects were wandering over your body, tickling you with their antennae.

There were too many of them. The sound was deafening. You could feel one start to crawl over your neck. You’re going to be buried in the mountain of them.

Your eyes widen as they approach your face. Your chest tightens, your mouth opens-

“NooooOOOOO!”

You sit up, gasping for air, sweat soaking your pajamas, heart beating a mile a minute. You swallow your spit, eyes darting everywhere, looking for those phantom bugs. You’re in your bed, and it’s still dark out. You let yourself smile in relief, laughing nervously. It was just a nightmare.

You throw the blanket to the side and lay back down, the sweat evaporating along with the fear on your forehead.

Just a horrible nightmare. You tell yourself, shivering. I hated that.

You sighed, and closed your eyes. Just go back to sleep now, (Y/n).

… You think you were in the middle of drifting off, when you heard the distinct sound of scuttling.

You blinked your eyes open, scanning the room, though it sounded like it came from outside. You were confused- maybe you were having a half dream and the nightmare was just going to continue? That was a terrible thought, but you had a creeping feeling that it might’ve been real.

Just to be safe, you kept your eyes open and quietened your breathing as you listened.

…

…

…

There it was again. The scuttling. And it sounded like it was shuffling over the floor, before it went quiet again.

You could feel a weight settling in your stomach. It sounded like it was out in the living room.

You stood up from the bed and tip-toed over to your door. You turn the key slowly so it wouldn’t click too loudly and… open the door.

Of course there’s not a lot of windows in the living room. The door is only open a crack, and you could barely make out your kitchen and table. You hold your breath, expecting something to move in the dark, but… nothing.

You don’t think you’ll be able to sleep once you find out what it is- maybe a cat broke in somehow or something? So, taking a deep breath, you turn on the torch of your phone and step into the living room.

Everything looks way more horrifying in the darkness. Why? The lighting from your phone is certainly giving your room a haunted house feel to it, which was doing wonders for your nerves. everything you shone your light on looked too bright and shiny while everything else looked too dark and shadowy. At least… so far the kitchen was alright. One knocked over can of tuna isn’t something to lose sleep over.

You find your way to the lightswitch and flick it on. Maybe it’s because it’s night and you’ve still got nerves from the nightmare, but it looked like a shadow moved- however there was nothing there when you looked. Instead, you find what looked like a dust explosion, trailing from a corner of the room, and you pause when you see where it comes from.

You feel dread forming in your stomach as you approach your cracked floor boards, snapped in half and splinters around a hole where a floorboard was popped off completely. There were suspicious scratches on the floor that… don’t look entirely unfamiliar. You’ve been finding random scratches on the walls and floor recently, and you just chalked it up as accidents you hadn’t noticed. Now though… there was a lot of them congregated around the hole and, hesitantly, you took a peek down.

And your blood. Ran. Cold.

Down under your floorboards- where you didn’t expect to have so much empty space in the first place- was a piece of centipede molt.

But it wasn’t really a ‘piece’ of centipede molt, was it?

No. It was a boulder-sized centipede molt. White, and crumpled, and- you don’t even know how long it’s been sitting there, but there was dirt and a bit of dust on it so it must’ve been sitting there for a while. And that was just its molt, how big was the beast that left it there?

Shit.

Monsters from the wild almost never break into homes- they could be aggressive and terrifying but most were ‘shy’ of humans. But then again, news of monster and human scuffles weren’t unheard of.

I need to call monster services. You thought.

You thought hear a scuttle from behind you, but no giant centipede to be seen.

I need to call them RIGHT NOW.

How long has it been down there? Is it there right now? Please be under the floorboards.

As you sprint your way back towards the bedroom, you thought of the nights before. This wasn’t the first time you heard sounds in your house. They started about a week or more ago, and yeah, sounds in the dark weren’t comforting, they hadn’t seemed substantial enough to be anything. You’re not the girl that needed to sprint to get to her parents room when she heard a scary sound anymore. You chose to ignore it and went to sleep.

But now, with the molt… you remembered a lot of the sounds did resemble scuttling. You thought it was something creaking. Something flying into the windows.

… Or maybe it had been  exploring under your floorboards for god knows how long…

Oh fuck, you thought. Please go back down there.

You slip into your room…

And freeze.

There was no point in you trying to sneak back into your room, because as you stand there uselessly, a mountain of carapace, legs and bones was circling your bed, making his mark on the sheets, clicking his mandibles as he rose into the moonlight.

You inhaled so sharply it felt like you swallowed a thorn. You could feel your legs tense when the monster turned to look at you, and you rushed back out the door-

“Ack!!”

You fall to the floor and your phone tumbles out of your hand. You could feel something sharp wrapped around your ankle, just shy of impaling your skin. Your nails drag over the floor as you’re pulled into the room effortlessly. You scream and yelp as a storm of carapace and legs flood your vision. You feel the clawed ends grip and drag over your skin all over where you were exposed, leaving little welts all over your body. You gain your sight again when you’re lifted right into the middle of his twisting, endless body; his coils shifting and scuttling around as you’re settled into him.

He wasn’t squeezing- not too hard, at least. But you could feel your chest tighten and you struggled to breathe- you were panting and groaning like you couldn’t catch your breath.

You tried to wriggle but that only made him tighten around you more- you couldn’t move. His long centipede body had you circled up to your shoulders, the only part you could move was just your head. You could feel more of those centipede legs shift and move all the way down, tickling your feet and making goosebumps form all over you. When you look around you couldn’t even… see where he ended. His entire body had completely filled your room, spilling over the bed and stacking against the walls.

Your heart was beating in your ears as you looked up at the monster watching from above. He wasn’t entirely centipede, it appears: his upper half was skeletal from the waist up, and even then he was still bigger than you were. He had thick bones, resembling muscle, and his hands were clawed. Despite that, that wasn’t what struck the most fear into your heart- it was seeing his face.

His skeletal face was fearsome, large mandibles on the side of a wide smile full of razor sharp teeth accompanied by two abyss-dark eyesockets. One single glowing orb sat in his left socket, glowing with the intensity of a red star. Up from that socket was a skull fracture that left a hole in his head- just looking at it made you hurt to think about. He must’ve been through a lot of fearsome battles. In addition to his skull crack, one tooth was missing from his arsenal, and when you look everywhere on him there were minute scratches, indents, and cracks on his bone.

You see the end of his mighty body shift to the side, leaning against the door, shutting it close. Your phone lay uselessly on the floor, the screen turning off just as a leg crawls over it.

You feel a hot breath brush your face.

You turn your gaze back to your captor and feel your heart jump at how close he’s gotten. In the time it took for your frantic brain to take in the monster who has your life in his grasps, he’s leant in- possibly doing the same to you. Sweat beads on your forehead as he turns and leans around you, staying silent the whole time. His wide smile was eerie. It felt like he was a predator playing with his food with his sockets crinkling like that, and his legs digging into your flesh like it was aching to rip you apart.

You lean as far as you could as he approached. Goosebumps formed over your neck when he pushes his face into it. … You could feel him taking a deep sniff, followed by a deep, rumbly purr. You let out a surprised yelp when you feel claws trace over your scalp, leaving tingles where they went. The monster pulled back a little and turned to look at your hair, caught in his fingers, letting it slip between. His red orb dilated and refocused like a camera lens, picking the locks apart, looking at every individual hair strand like it was a mystery to him.

You couldn’t help but cough. His presence was overwhelming already. Everywhere you looked was his sprawling, crawling centipede body. The sound of his multitudinous legs filled the air with clicks, so much so that you couldn’t hear your own racing thoughts. Carapace rubbing and gripping onto you was distracting. And now, this close to his bony body, he smelled like iron, and musk, the air thick with his magic.

It sounded almost like he was laughing, and you noticed he was looking at you this time. Perhaps… sadistically enjoying how you couldn’t escape him, that his mere presence was crushing you (or perhaps it was his body tightening around you again.) He leant back.

It was odd. He tilts his head to the side and starts clicking his mandibles at you. You aren’t sure why, but the way he clicked them at you didn’t seem aggressive. You flinch as he twists around you, a couple of legs menacingly tapping over your clavicle, nearing your neck.

The imagery of being impaled by one of them enters your mind. You shudder.

It looked like he was waiting. Like… he was expecting you to say something.

“U-uhm,” You stutter. You inadvertently whimper as his claws trace down from your ear down to your jaw, tickling under your chin in a distinctly gentle… almost wanting way.

“H… hello?”

He clicks again in response, flexing his legs. You could feel your eyes getting heavy as you withheld frightened tears while he brushes your hair with his other hand.

“W-w… what do you want?” You squeak, a giant thumb brushing your cheek. “Do you…” gulp, “do you want to eat me..?”

He twitched, eyesockets widening, all movement halting. Was he… did he understand what you were saying?

All of a sudden, his great ribcage started to shudder, the quaking spreading to the rest of his long body.

“m… mheheheh…”

You grit your teeth as you’re shaken with his mighty, convulsing body, staring up helplessly at the monster. Was… was he… laughing…?

His sockets were crinkled, and he had one fist to his teeth, like he was trying to get ahold of himself. He shook his head, then extended a claw at you.

“... like…” He growled, the power of his voice rumbling in your chest. “like you…”

“L-like…? What do you-?”

You squealed as the entirety of his body starts moving again and those ticklish, frightening legs started crawling around you as the skeleton circles around you more tightly, nuzzling your face and trilling. He pauses on your left side and you freeze as his fingers crawl over from the back of your head to grip your right cheek. It felt like he was looking into your soul, his face mere inches from you. You freeze, breath hitched as a long, red, glowing tongue trails from your jaw up to your cheek.

He licked you. You could smell his breath- that blood scent, of prey having fallen to the beast’s teeth.

You couldn’t stop the frightened mewls as he fusses your face, sniffing you and shifting your body here and there, until you end up with your back against his ribcage and your head under his skull. His hands seal around your chest and stomach, and though in his turning and twisting you ended up moving out of his encircling coils, his lower half had its legs clamped around your legs, keeping you squished. against him.

You stiffened as he convulsed and squirmed, settling over the bed, having you placed on top of the rest of his carapace. Claws started tangling in your hair, as he seemed to obsess with it, feeling how silky it feels against his phalanges.

You quieted your breaths, rapid and shallow like a mouse, freezing when the monster purrs, rumbling against you. You huffed, pressing your lips together.

So. It looks like he isn’t going to eat you. But as the monster relaxes, a hand slipping under your shirt, mindlessly caressing it like… like a lover would, you think you have a very different problem at hand.

He lets out a satisfied sigh, the steam of air brushing your face, and you shake your head.

I guess I won’t be sleeping tonight…

Bughuul in Sinister (2012) dir. Scott Derrickson

Amazing. This kind of Naraku treat or legacy that would be insteresting to see.

A Spider's Grave

A quick little fic based on this prompt. Enjoy some creepy SessKagu feels for halloween! Read the whole ficlet below the cut. Also, if Riku can be a horn, anything is possible...

Happy Halloween!

Rated: M || Graphic Depictions of Violence

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Setsuna did not sleep because she could not dream.

She did not dream because her family had robbed that from her.

Setsuna did not know her mother's name because her father refused to look at her.

Her father refused to look at her because she looked her mother's eyes and the wind always on her blade.

Setsuna was, above all things, unnatural.

She was unnatural because her parents were unnatural, and the way she had come to be was just the same.

It had been by blood and sorrow and wind. A strand of silver hair caught on blustering gust—a dying breath—which entwined with two white petals stained purple with deadly miasma. They were carried away on a lonesome gust of wind, twisted by the the free air across the lands, until they were caught in a tree and nestled away for so many years.

So many years alone in the forest. So many years as just white, silver, and purple, until fate claimed its due.

Until two petals became two babes, drawn together by a string of silver fate and cursed with the shadow of their blood.

Byakuya, stranded in the darkness of the void, was the one who came to Sesshomaru in his dreams and told him of his unnatural twins. He was the one who laughed and laughed, and wondered aloud if Naraku had slithered his way out of death after all.

But when Sesshomaru found them to see for himself, he found the daughters of the wind. Black haired, red eyed, and pale skinned between them both. Screaming, too, like Kagura often had.

So he didn't kill them. That would be someone else's task. But he worried and ruminated and wondered. He let Byakuya steal her dreams—sheltering her from a part of herself that was better sealed away, just in case.

And he didn't share this with a single soul.

What he did do was stand aside as he watched Kirinmaru, weak and enraged, cut down his teenaged daughter with the fatal blow. He listened to Towa scream. He watched Moroha, so much like her father and his father before him, become enraged.

The Lord of the West, the wielder of the blade of life and death, watched and waited to see how death would greet his daughter.

Tenseiga was laughing at him.

Because it was with no delay that Setsuna's eyes opened—that her body jerked and cracked in a way that a living corpse did, reorganizing itself back into place as she staggered back to her feet. Crimson blood spilled down her chest.

Kirinmaru struck again, startled but unphased, burying his blade through her chest. Sesshomaru moved only to grab Towa by her shoulder so they could watch Setsuna die again, uninterrupted. She hung lifeless on his blade, glinting between her shoulderblades with drops of ruby red.

Yet still she stood, gasping, when he withdrew his weapon from her. Red blood turned purple and Sesshomaru grimaced against the smell.

Kirinmaru continued his assault. Towa was trying to pry his fingers off her shoulder to save her sister, to stop the massacre, but Sesshomaru had to know.

Was this only Kagura's doing? Or was it something more? Something worse?

When Moroha leapt to action, a wind knocked her clear on her side and slammed her against a rock.

So Kagura was watching, too. Wondering. Fearing. Hoping. Free and helpless, forced only to witness.

Off came Setsuna's hand, only to grow back again. In went a blade through her body; an impalement, a cut, a slice, a stab. All met without resistance because she was in shock.

Until she wasn't anymore, and two voices came out of her mouth as a spider's scar spread across her bare, tattered back like lightning.

"...Are you done?" asked a girl and the echo of her grandfather. Sesshomaru's stomach pitted and the wind wailed.

Kirinmaru stood in the face of the remnants of the only man Sesshomaru ever considered a threat and scoffed. Like a fool. But perhaps that was just to hide the dread.

"What are you, child?" he asked.

And Setsuna, in her fashion, did not answer.

She attacked and the Eastern Sun fled.

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schitt's creek sailor moon scrubs

jennifer's body abbot elementary new girl

friends it's always sunny in philadelphia

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The opening scene of Sinister (2012)

Premixed or unmixed?

(context will be provided after question is answered)

Unmixed, I want to see what the face of my enemy before I unmake them

Here are some ghosts.

new sexyman tumblr when??