Bite

Rosie x GN!Reader

TW: TALKS ABOUT CANNIBALISM AND BODILY HARM. THIS IS A DARK FIC AND HAS DISTURBING THEMES. NSFW DO NOT READ IF THESE TRIGGER YOU OR YOU SIMPLY DO NOT LIKE DARK FICS. READER AKA YOU DIE AGAIN IN THIS FIC.

Don’t you know not to tempt a cannibal? Even if she is your wife.

It was a simple question that had piqued your mind a million times over and over again. What did you taste like and would your wife eat you if she had the chance? Is your flesh really that good to eat or was it just like any other meat? You stared off into space as you watched some of the citizens of cannibal town pass by outside the window, you didn’t want to try to eat your own flesh but if Angel flesh is such a delicacy to cannibals were you just the equivalent to chicken? 

Blinking you turned to your wife who was happily sipping on her tea as she hummed an old song that was playing on the gramophone. “Rosie?” you softly called out watching as her smile widened and looked over at her, “Yes, Love?” You sat silent for a few seconds trying to form the words in your head as you tapped the table. “..what does flesh taste like? Is it like pork or chicken?” You asked nervously fiddling with your wedding ring as the question seemingly caught her off guard. “Does everybody have a distinct taste?” She slowly put her cup down, her smile softening, she hummed and watched as your gaze moved back towards the window. “Now where did this line of questioning come from?” She giggled, reaching over to gently squeeze your hand, slowly intertwining your fingers with hers. You shrugged and casted your eyes downward, “I just thought of how so many cannibals are eager to eat Angels and figured if Angel’s are such a delicacy wouldn’t that make regular demons the equivalent of pork or chicken?”

You gently squeezed her hand back before looking over at her, “Would you eat me?” Now this question caught her off guard. You did always allow your thoughts to run off and she adored hearing your silly little questions. “Would you want me to eat you?” She asked gently rubbing your knuckles with her thumb, it was a question she forced out of her head so long ago and yet the simple question brought back that hunger like the plague. Her last few exes deserved to be eaten and killed mercilessly but you, you were little Dove, the light of her afterlife. She wouldn’t even dream about eating you but now? Now the question wrapped around her mind as she watched your eyes drift from her face and back to the window, what would you taste like?

~~~

Days have passed since the question you asked your lovely wife. The question swam around your mind as you stared at your hand, you didn’t essentially need your pinky finger. It was just there. You glanced up at your wife who was busy talking with Alastor before glancing back down, flexing your hand as your mind raced. No no, you can’t be thinking about that right now. But the thoughts ran through your head nonstop as you continued your day with Rosie and Alastor. You didn’t need to ruin such a fun day for them both. Especially when Alastor didn’t really like you that much, you didn’t blame the man. You were quiet and unlike her last few husbands, you were a total shot in the dark. He couldn’t decipher you. It pissed him off.

The day ended quicker than you realized as you walked arm in arm back to your shared home with your wife. “You okay, Dear? You’ve been silent all day.” Her hand squeezed your arm as you smiled up at her, she could tell a lot was on your mind. “Would you like to eat my pinky?” You asked, catching her off guard once more, it was common for cannibals to feast on the flesh of those who strayed too far into the town but being offered such a delicacy with no qualms about it was the most uncommon thing for her to hear. You were offering yourself to her, “Please..I want to know how easy it is for you to break bones.” You held your hand up to her as if you were giving an offering to a god, she’s bitten you before and tasted your blood as you were allowing her to ravage you in bed. But this felt different, it felt sacred.

But yet, she couldn’t deny your request no matter how disturbing it could be to anyone who was mildly sane down here. She carefully grabbed your wrist, her sharp nails scraped at your flesh but she had made sure not to cut you. She placed a kiss on your palm before kissing each and every finger before stopping at your pinky. She glanced at you once more, trying to see if you were regretting any of this yet your eyes stayed fixated on the rows of her sharp teeth. In a flash, her teeth pierced your skin and tore off your pinky from the knuckle as you swallowed out a sob, watching her easily eat your pinky like it was nothing, blood decorating her teeth and dripping down her chin, as her eyes focused on yours.

Were you afraid of your own wife? No, not one bit. You trust her but now something has replaced that gentle look in her eyes, something much more primal. Her lips wrapped around where the small digit was and easily licked at the blood flowing from your hand. You felt woozy from the lack of blood and her stare, how she had yet to break eye contact with you. It was only after you had slowly pulled your hand away, you glanced down at your hand. Blood ran down your hand to your forearm before you glanced back up at your darling wife. “Will you eat me?” 

Everything about her biting your finger off to seeing the blood run down your hand and her chin made you feel alive..it felt freeing just to let everything go.

~~~

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, you were supposed to stay by her side for the rest of time. Not be dead by her own hands. She didn’t know what to do as when she snapped out of her own trance, you were too far gone. You looked like an animal that had been dissected and ripped open to show how your organs worked. She did what she thought best and called the only man who knew what to do better than her. 

When Alastor arrived, he was at a loss and tried his best to comfort Rosie! He truly tried! But when he had learned of her dove's fate he had to hold back a chuckle to make sure Rosie wasn’t upset at him. “Rosie, dearest. You’re telling me that they wanted you to eat them?” He guided her to sit down as his shadow started to make some tea for them both. Watching as she held close the bloodied and ripped shirt she had made just for you all those weeks ago, she nodded holding the garment close. “Yes! I should’ve been better at keeping myself back but then everything escalated so fast but they wanted me to do so!” She replied hand trembling, as he sat across from her. His grin only grew larger by the second but he was devastated himself. While he might’ve despised how quiet and closed off you were, he had given you approval to marry her. 

“Such a tragedy it is, my dear. But as they say, curiosity kills.” He hummed, reaching over to gently pat her hand, as his shadow appeared back to give them the tea and some extra tissues for Rosie. “Do not feel so down, if they were happy with you devouring them. They must’ve felt some way about it.” He hummed watching her slowly but surely calm down. 

Curiosity killed the cat surely, but the satisfaction you felt didn’t go unnoticed.

❤️👹Babytober Day 6 - Angel/Devil👼🤍

Please meet the angel/devil baby! This baby is unnamed currently, but they are today’s entry in babytober so I had to share them :^) I’m super happy with how these turned out :)

These duo will be available on Nov.4th at 5PM EST! ❤️👹🖤👼🤍

Things Best left ... ALONE

"It is a new initiative, started just this year. No longer is Beacon going to be setting up four-person teams. Instead pairs of partners will be randomly matched for missions and team exercises. The hope is to train more rounded and flexible huntsmen and huntresses." - Ozpin

Pyrrha Nikos, four-time Mistralian Tournament Champion, and media darling was the odd one out. She had enrolled in Beacon in the hope to escape the hero worship and preferential treatment she was constantly receiving. However her fame followed her, and because of an odd number of applicants... she was without a partner.

(Images generated by perchance ai text-to-image)

Feeling isolated, and alone she sought refuge in labyrinth of shelves that made up the Beacon library. It was there deep in the stacks, she discovered... something... something that would change her life.

Though only time would tell if it would be for the better or worse.

--== Chapters ==--

ONE - TWO - THREE - FOUR - FIVE - SIX - SEVEN - EIGHT - NINE - TEN - ELEVEN - TWELVE - THIRTEEN - FOURTEEN - FIFTEEN -

🔵╭─•◈ 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐳𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩 ◈•─╮🔵

Heeeeeey, guess what I wrote :) This Au belongs to @phoenixcatch7 so you Need to check them out

HORROR ╱ DEATH THEMED 𝜚 𓈒 morguette, morgeterie, surgerie, morguemarie, scaraniac, noirescence, noire, nyuesse, synphet, synthett, scythess, ildritche, morgueste, saintueste, synatic, vioestenity, phophet, mayphos, frantica, sineithia, sainterie, voulerie, spectress, silenterie, velphet, nyrse, nyurse, horrorita, pheterie

New tumblr theme lesgoooo-

Decided to update it with this art of erinna : the morning where the dead girl became alive again.

Small contexte explanation under the cut.

The storie told from Erinna's pov has what i call chapters : different events that all happend succesfuly with their start and resolution. This ilustration is from chapter one as erinna gets killed in the prologue.

The prologue is long and consists of her first months at the manor, starting her new and a phase where she isn't aware of her depression and don't acknowelge it.

In the prologue erinna gets killed at one of Beliath's party after she was left alone trying to avoid vlad.

Her résurrection is not explained in the first chapters, she just know she was dead and now she isn't.

Who saved her ? How did they saved her ? Everyone in the manor is dead silent on that matter, regardless of the number of time she asks about it.

I like this ilustration, waking up knowing that something feels horribly wrong but why ?

(cw: mild horror themes)

Whumptober 2023, Prompt No. 5: Pinned Down

This time with a nightmarish twist!

someone pls help her (joke)

Did a couple Tim Roth horror themed ones...because the hell not?

Pretty vamp Tim.

My latest make: Art The Clown from Terrifier.

12/01/23

Heaven Says You Are In Danger

Lucifer Morningstar x GN!Reader

TW:HORROR AND DARK THEMES. Lucifer is not nice. He is mean and scary in this. You have been warned. Possessive behavior, talks about religion, choking, breaking bones. 

A/N: I WANT TO SAY I HAVE BEEN RESEARCHING ALL THIS CAUSE I  DONT KNOW SHIT. PLeASE BARE WITH ME. Once again a big thank you to my Lovely, @kurosstuff!!

You walked through the dark forest, flashlight in hand as you walked down the beaten path that mother nature was slowly reclaiming. The winds and rain started to pick up almost unnaturally which wasn’t your first concern. If you stayed out this much longer, your equipment was going to get soaked and there’s no use in having a backpack that was soaking wet weighing you down. You covered your eyes and looked around, allowing your flashlight to illuminate through the darkness easily. Your flashlight landed on an old broken statue of what looked like an angel, walking closer to it you noticed the lack of wings and how the statue almost seemed familiar but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Was that supposed to represent Archangel Michael?

You shook your head and followed the path behind the statue walking up to a door, you looked at it confused, your flashlight shining on the words, “Church of Saint Michael, guidance and Protection is around the corner.” You shook your head at the silly words but pushed open the heavy doors before making your way inside. You were being extra careful to close them behind you, so there were no chances of wolves or bears or whatever was in the woods could get you. You looked around the old church, expecting the roof to have holes and the place to be completely ransacked but everything to be seemingly in perfect condition. Well..everything except for the few pews that had been knocked down and a few sticks had made its way inside. You slowly walked around the place making sure there were no animals or surprises waiting for you before you even settled down for the night.

After making sure everything was cleared you put your bag down and go through it to find warmer clothes and your supplies to at least start a fire. There was nothing to be afraid about changing into different clothes in a church- especially an empty church at that but you hide behind a pillar just to calm your anxious mind, as you pulled your soaking wet shirt over your head that’s when you heard it, the smooth yet deep voice sent a thousand razor sharp pricks down your spine and caused you to freeze up. “Changing in the middle of Church?” It echoed around the church causing you to grab your flashlight and flash it around the empty room, one arm covering your chest as you tried to calm yourself but you didn’t see anyone else. You held the flashlight in your mouth as you put the new shirt on, it was your imagination right? You were anxious and it was your mind playing a trick on you.

You walked around once more and checked between every pew whilst collecting all of the random twigs and sticks you could, sitting down in front of your bag you started to collect the sticks in a small bundle before you, searching around for the firestarter and kindling, did you forget it in your car? The same car that was a two day hike from this location? You growled and grabbed your flashlight to look around thinking you had misplaced it but as you got up a soft thud hit the floor before the firestarter slid across the floor. You watched it and started to feel your hands tremble, your gaze snapped up to see a pair of eyes watching you as you slowly moved the flashlight on the walls but you couldn’t manage to fully shine the light on whatever that thing was, you were so fucking scared. 

“Go on Little Lamb..get warm for me. You wanted to seek salvation from the rain and you’ve found it..do not be afraid. I’m simply..watching.”  The voice called out, you couldn’t move towards the firestarter, why was it paralyzing you? “oh..my poor lamb frozen in fear..it’s okay, I don’t bite. Go on, take it. I found it just for you.” You swallowed down the fear and anxiety that was telling you to just run out of there. Slowly crouching down you reached over, grabbing the firestarter and quickly lighting the small campfire you made trying to ignore how the eyes watched you from the darkness. Come morning, you’d be out of here. Just focus on warming up. “Don’t ignore me, Little Lamb…come on can I not hear your voice?” You gulped and shook your head moving to lay your soaking wet clothes around the growing fire. “Such a shame..maybe I can figure it out in other ways.”  The voice cooed out before the eyes disappeared completely leaving you alone in the darkness.

You sit in silence for what felt like hours before you gulped down any fear, “Who are you? You can’t be Saint Michael..or God..” You called out into the darkness afraid of what would happen next. “Who am I?”  The voice called out as footsteps echoed around you before a singular apple rolled in front of you, “..Do you have any guesses?”  You stared at the apple for a moment racking your brain before it hit you, “Seems like you figured it out, Little Lamb. Say it. Say. My. Name.” The voice hissed out as your mouth went dry, your heart hitting your chest and with every breath you took it felt suffocating. “You’re…Lucifer.” You watched as the fire went out and clawed hands grabbed your throat pushing you down onto the ground. Flashlight flickering as a dark chuckle left his lips, sharp teeth on full display as you got a good look at his face.

The pale skin, the rosy red cheeks, the way his golden eyes glowed in the darkness. “Such a smart lamb you are. You’re cuter up close too..maybe I should drag you down into hell with me and make you all mine. My little human..my lamb.” He growled out his snake like tongue licking at the rows of fangs as he started to slowly squeeze your neck. You gasped and teared up, this is not how you wanted to die. “Oh no more tears, Lamb..you're safe here with me..God can’t save you now..he doesn’t care to listen.” You closed your eyes before the suffocating squeeze of his hands around your neck disappeared and he cradled your face, softly cooing at you. Like he wasn’t just choking you out five seconds ago, his face unnaturally close to yours. He smelled like a campfire and..apple cinnamon? Well apples were-..are his thing. 

“What do you want from me?” You sobbed out flinching from how close his sharp talon-like nails were close to your eyes. He clicked his tongue and held your head still in his iron-like grip, you couldn’t fight him off if you tried. “I think you already know what I want, Lamb..I want you to worship me like you worship God and I promise..not to lead you astray, my own little Bishop.” He cooed out his soft voice giving you a sense of comfort yet a part of you yelled to fight back, claw at his eyes and run out of the church. Those eyes couldn’t be trusted, not when they are looking past you..deep into your soul. You clenched your jaw, his thumbs soothingly rubbing at your jawline unconsciously making you slowly unclench your jaw, “All I need is an answer, Lamb and I’ll make your dreams come true..even the ones that you're pushing away from the forefront of your mind..” You felt your face heat up at that but let out a calming breath as you tried to ignore how his soft voice sent shivers down your spine as you opened your mouth watching his eyes light up in glee as you whispered out a soft, “..yes..” His red pupils dilated even more as he stared down at you, like he had just won one last prize.

“Good..Now there is one last thing for you to do for me, little lamb. You think you can handle that?” His thumbs moved down to force your lips into a smile as he chuckled as he looked down at you..was he undressing you with his eyes? The thought sparked something aflame deep inside of you as you watched as bright red horns protruded from his head. You blinked and tried to look away but found it harder than it seemed, your eyes kept drifting back to his. Allowing your eyes to finally get used to the darkness surrounding you both, as you got a good look at him your eyes widened in horror as your heart threatened to beat out of your chest. He was too perfect.

He was the first fallen angel, it was to be suspected. It was too much, you needed to run. Forget everything in this place and run, in a flash you had snagged the flashlight and smashed it across his head, easily backing up as you tried to escape. The flashlight immediately shattered as glowing golden blood dripped down onto the floor below, a loud shaking snarl echoed through the chamber. Scrambling to your feet you tried to beeline it for the doors but suddenly a fallen pew moved slamming into your legs and making you fall face first onto the stone floor. A sickening crack filled the air before your senses were filled with the familiar metallic taste of your own blood. 

You coughed and spit out the blood whimpering before you felt two clawed hands wrap around your ankles and pull you back closer to him. “Now now, Little Lamb. There is no reason to be attacking your God.” He snarled out easily snapping one of your ankles in half, his smile growing as he heard your sobs and screams. “You aren’t my god.” You replied between tears before his clawed hands wrapped around your neck squeezing easily cutting off your oxygen. “I am and you will obey me as such. He won’t listen to you. I will. Think about it, Lamb.” He let go of your neck allowing you to gasp and choke for air, sobbing out as you tried to claw away pathetically. 

“What is it that you want, Lamb? Do you not want to be my Bishop..do you not want to worship me?” He pulled you back towards him, “I want to go home- please..I just want to go home.” You laid your head on your arms, you could feel your own sanity slipping. The whispers in your head got louder, you could just let go..he’d take care of you right? He promised you. “But you are home, Lamb..” He purred out and easily pulled you to sit up onto his lap, “You are my Bishop..my sole worshiper and I take care of my people.” His lips brushed against your ear as one of his hands cupped your jaw, he could sense your doubt and he hated it. 

“Tell me…does your god listen to you when you call for him?” He asked, watching as you sobbed out shaking your head, making him click his tongue in thought, his eyes scanning your blood and tear stained face. “But I will..I’ll listen to your every whim and desire..to your plea for a better life. All you have to do for me, Lamb..is..submit. Tell me your mine, my favorite little Bishop.”  His hand tilted your face towards him, “I will never ignore you..never throw you to the side like that FALSE idol has, my sweet lamb.” You had stopped crying by now, hands shakily clinging to his arms, “Just..give in, Little Lamb.” His voice sent a shiver down your spine as you slowly nodded at his words, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip.

“Now..one last test for you, Lamb..are you ready?” He asked as you stared up into those golden eyes, those perfect golden eyes that felt like you were staring into hell itself. “Let me have one taste, Lamb..”  You looked at him confused, raising your head up towards him as his serpentine tongue licked at his teeth. Oh..Oh..that kind of tasting.

A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger. I might do a part two where it’s just smut but I wanted to make this part purely horror esque. Let me know if you guys want a part two.

🍬🐮Babytober Day 16 - Zombie🐮🍬

Please meet baby Frankie!! She’s a little zombie cow. Baby Frankie is my favorite pal for babytober. I’m so happy with how this plushie turned out c:

💚🍬Baby Frankie will be available on Nov. 4th at 5PM EST🍬💚

A Side kept hidden... (4)

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Jaune had 3-1 odds on him winning the match, and considering he had put everything he had on himself... he had to win. One could ask why Jaune was where he was. Inside a chain-link cage, circling another young man.

Attending Beacon was expensive, and his fairly substantial savings was continually declining so he needed lien and in substantial quantities. So he did some digging and located an underground fight club... and joined as a combatant.

With active aura he was in the "Aura User's" division, and this was his first match, but the second of the night's card. Bringing his heavily wrapped hands, he began to slightly bounce on the balls of his feet... it was time.

"Next match! Arc vs Birch!" yelled the announcer. "Place you bets!"

Jaune wasn't sure what style Birch was using, as his stance seemed very similar to the one Jaune had taken. Unknown to everyone at Beacon, Jaune was not as untrained as they all assumed. While he has barely any talent with the sword and board, he was not completely without skills. His family was Valean, and were longtime practitioners of a very Valean style of unarmed combat.

"FIGHT!"

Jaune and Birch closed, touched fists and then began to circle one another. Jaune dodged back avoiding a leading punch from Birch and replied with a hard round-kick to Birch's exposed ribs, followed up with a flurry of jabs and straight hands.

Birch backpedaled, getting out of Jaune's range, and composed himself. Jaune didn't push his advantage. One attempted strike by his opponent wasn't enough for him to come up with an effective attack plan.

The cheers and jeers of the crowd surrounding the cage, fell upon the ears of both fighters, as the continued to circle, throwing out feinting punches and kicks testing the defenses and responses of the other. Birch finally having enough of the testing moved in fast and hard with a flurry of punches, forcing Jaune to cover up as he attempted to move sideways out of Birch's range.

Throwing an off-balance round-kick Jaune instantly chambered and fired off a side-kick catching Birch straight in the gut. With Birch's momentum stalled, Jaune reset his base and retaliated, unloading with a barrage of round-kicks to the body and the head. Birch unwilling to just be a target dummy closed in and was rewarded with a straight punch to the face, followed by a nasty right-hook to his exposed chin.

Seeing Birch rocked, Jaune moved in fast and hard. Slamming Birch's ribs on the right side with a hard round-kick, Jaune hopped and twisted his body hard and fast bringing his left across and into the side of Birch's head with a head high round-kick.

Jaune knew from how Birch stumbled and shook his head, that his bell had been rung. With a hop forward Jaune planted a push-kick to Brich's face taking him off his feet and causing his head to crack against the very thinly padded cement floor.

The announcer who also served as the official rushed forward and after a quick check, stood grabbed Jaune's wrist and raised his hand into the air.

"Winner! ARC!"

Jaune took a couple deep breaths as the fevers of the crowd followed the rain of useless betting slips. He was satisfied. One match and he was once again solvent.

🔥❖─✦『✙ 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐳𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 ✙』✦─❖🔥

Day 2. body horror or horror in general (Flags/pronouns/titles or names) for @infectedwires event.

CW / TWs for mentions of gore, death, rotting, blood, carnivals / circuses, spiders, corpses, ect.

Horror themed names , pronouns , & titles !

[🩸] -> NAMES . . .

Lucifer , Casper , Elvira , Raven , Damien , Freddy , Draco , Dracula , Fang , Ichabod , Lilith , Shadow , Regan , Adrienne , Erebus , Perran , Ciaran , Esmeray , Melantha , Dusk , Ebony , Sable , Bram , Rune , Morticia , Nyx

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[🩸] -> PRONOUNS . . .

ax ) axe , blood ) blood's , ghost ) ghost , necro ) necrom , spirit ) spirits , eer ) eerie , cor ) corpse , sin ) sins , haun ) haunts , coven ) coven's , dea ) deaths , kni ) knives , trap ) traps , jump ) jumpscare , rot ) rots , apple ) apples , carni ) carnival , cir ) circus , clo ) clowns , see ) sight , crow ) crows , corv ) corvid , pup ) puppets , rope ) ropes , chain ) chains , bod ) bodies , gor ) gores , 🩸)🩸's, ⛓️)⛓️'s , 🥀)🥀's, 👻)👻's , 🤡)🤡's , 🕷)🕷's , 🎪)🎪's , 🔪)🔪's , 🎃)🎃's , 🖤)🖤's

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[🩸] -> TITLES . . .

( Prn ) the ghost , ( Prn ) the spirit , the dark one , ( Prn ) who draws blood , the rotting apple , ( Prn ) of death , the puppetmaster , ( Prn ) who throws knives , the nightlight , ( Prn ) of chains & ropes , the vampire , ( Prn ) who schemes , ( Prn ) of the circus , the screeching one , ( Prn ) of the carnival , the invisible shadow , the one who sees , ( Prn ) the watcher , the eerie fog , the shrouded one , the coated one , ( Prn ) who hunts , ( Prn ) the hunter , the tricky one