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fox-guardian · 3 months
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Could you.. um.. draw Tim Stoker again? With like.. a uniform on? Of your choice? Pretty please? As a Lil treat?
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[ID: A digital drawing of Tim Stoker in an owl mascot costume with an inside view next to it. He is a Latino man with light brown skin and lilac hair, a cut in his brow and he's wearing rectangular glasses and a purple striped shirt and black trousers and shoes under the costume. The costume itself is a green and white horned owl with oddly human eyes. It's the solid barrel-shaped kind with an opening at the bottom for legs and little separate wing pieces. The inside view is from directly in front of Tim's forehead looking down as he sweats and pants looking deeply stressed. end ID]
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ah yes the new hire "uniform" as required by elias for the first 2 weeks for hazing orientation and training
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d-a-n-n-y-y · 2 months
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bluepallilworld · 2 days
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I don't draw stuff on the spooky/gory often but here's one
Before Nip got yoinked out of the nightmare, he was very good at his job 👍
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maroonless · 1 year
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im gonna fuckin capcut him
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shadeswift99 · 1 year
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for the fic writing ask game, i'd say you're really strong in setting a tone (i.e. if there's a scene with a forced-casual feeling that has undertones of creeping dread, you do an excellent job setting it up and executing it!), and generally creating a compelling story!
Thank you!! Description and the pacing/flow of a scene are two of my most very favourite things to write, I'm glad I pull it off well as well as enjoying doing it
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gmod · 2 years
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funny lil thing i did in photomosh for my analog horror series idea
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sword-of-stabbing · 1 month
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WARNING. THIS IMAGE IS A LEVEL IV PSYCHOCAUSTIC HAZARD. IF YOU VIEW THIS IMAGE, REPORT TO A PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL ASAP. DO NOT VIEW THIS UNLESS ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY.
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dandyshucks · 3 months
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hm. i dont think anyone in my immediate family has ever had surgery before. i think i am feeling panicky ? really really difficult to tell
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helios-fallen · 1 year
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why does my life sound made up rn for fucking resl
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snifferish · 2 months
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Never in my life did I think that re-tweeting resources for SA, and supporting victims would be considered problematic or performative.
I should not have to bare this, but I'm going to tell just one of my stories, because I need you to understand where I'm coming from. TW // Sexual Harassment
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When I was 15, I had my wisdom teeth removed. I wanted to avoid using the pain medication they prescribed. I struggle a lot with sensory issues, medications and substances made it worse.
However, my surgery was for impacted teeth, and only two days in one of my stitches fell out. I was in so much pain, and couldn't eat solids w/ out pain for up to three weeks.
So, a week into my recovery, one of my friends invites me to their house. They were having our friend group over, it was just a little bonfire get together kinda thing. I took my pain meds a few hours prior, and only half a dose, but I was out of it to some degree, and somehow still in pain.
I was sitting on a lawn chair outside, when one of my close friends came over and asked to sit on my lap. Honestly, I said yes at first, because this was my childhood friend, someone I trusted, and I thought our relationship was incredibly platonic. Then he started to shift/grind about in my lap, and I started to feel things of theirs I did not want to. They made a noise that deeply unsettled me, and I told him to get off, they didn't. It was only when I told them that he accidently triggered the emergency call shortcut on my phone (it was in the pocket of the lawn chair, yes they were moving that much and I was moving trying to push him off) that he finally got up.
I was bewildered, and a bit confused, and also embarrassed that my phone nearly called 911. I claimed I wasn't feeling well, and went home early.
That was the first time someone touched me in a remotely sexual way, but I didn't dare to label it until I talked to my therapist. It made me dwell on a lot of experiences with this person as well. How obsessed they were with being taller than me, how often they'd grab me and force me to see if they were stronger than me. At the time, I was in a friend group of predominately non-men, and they were all friends with this person.
However, when I told them about this, when I expressed the discomfort it brought me. I was brushed off. "He's just like that!" oh "He probably didn't mean it" etc.
I didn't feel comfortable in the same room as this person. My friends would continue to invite them to hang outs. One of my other friends told everyone about what happened without my permission. I started having breakdowns in my classes with him. I had panic attacks all the time. I felt as if I had to continue this façade of being nice to him, or else I would lose my friends of years and years.
I was happy when covid started, because for the first time I had breathing room, but by then so much of my trust was dismantled.
Due to my friends association with this person, and the fact that not being their friend excluded me. I eventually got over it, and told myself I'd grown past it.
Three months ago, this same person admitted to me they hold extreme grudges against me, that they projected their "mommy issues" on to me, and quite literally said the words, "Yeah yeah, you're a woman who's outspoken and challenged me and that bothers me yeah yeah." in regards to that. They said it with sarcasm, like it was something they knew, and their mother was reminding them for the 12th time.
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I bring this all up, not to make you feel guilty, but to discuss the harm of not supporting victims, not listening to them. It puts them in a position of isolation, and in a position to potentially be hurt again.
So yeah, I'm gonna be a little upset when people say I'm being "performative" about supporting victims of sexual harassment and SA. I'm not doing this because it benefits me, in fact it's caused a lot of backlash, horrible dms, and very triggering memories.
I'm doing it because I was once not heard, and i've sat with Caiti behind the scenes for months watching her lose passion for something she loved (content creation).
I didn't do this because I'm secretly sniveling behind the scenes tapping my fingers praying on peoples downfall. I'm not a Disney villain dude lmfao.
Honestly, this narrative that is being pushed, that people are doing it "because it benefits them" is quite ironic, considering most of the people talked about within the last 72 hours were under Wilbur's weird ass apology doing just that.
I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. I hate how people are okay with this narrative, the misogynist undertones of it. I've seen people admit that they didn't like me or my friends the entire time, while simultaneously "calling us out" about this, so I ask you,
Are you calling us? Because it benefits your motives? Your feelings?
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kachowder · 1 year
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Yandere M!Therapist x reader
Tw: Manipulative, Implied nsfw (?), power dynamic(?),
Cameron didnt know when it started, or how. His job was to help people. To be there to listen to them, an impartial voice for people who struggled.
He was supposed to help.
But god did you make it ever so hard.
He remembered his first impression of you, and your story. He had his fair share of attractive patients, though he’d never been attracted to them. Or almost anyone really. He found it he viewed all his clients solely as his patients. People he needed, wanted to help. He couldn’t see them in any other way. But alas, he’d be a filthy liar if he said that his heart hadn’t fluttered and his cheeks hadn’t warmed at his first sight of you.
It was easy to brush off though. His morals were still uptight and resilient. No patient relationships. He was sure it would stay that way as well.
Your story was sad, as it often was for all his patients. He sympathized with you, it was his job to do so, and he occasionally asked you to elaborate on certain phrases or feelings you used.
You didn’t cuss like many of his patients did. Though it could’ve been because you weren’t comfortable with him just yet.
He liked the way you spoke though. It was delicate. Not necessarily your voice, but just the way you phrased things. Like you knew the worlds secrets but kept them to yourself. You seemed complex in a way he couldn’t describe. Though perhaps he was giving you too much credit. Maybe you just liked to read.
To him, it seemed you had long since become, to some extent, accepting of the things you dealt with, and truly just needed someone to listen to you. Perhaps tell you that you weren’t over reacting.
You were funny. Possibly a cope, but he didn’t mind much. He couldn’t help himself from grinning and laughing a few times, which you always seemed proud of.
It made him feel weird.
At the end of the session you told him you’d be coming back the following week. That you enjoyed talking to him.
He would never tell you how excited he had been for your next appointment.
Eventually, as time went on, and he began seeing you more, he began to feel something.
A fluttering sensation when he spoke to you.
A deep warmth that swelled all over his skin, and left him feeling almost giddy.
He slowly started being more responsive. More than his job obligated him to be anyway. He asked questions. Casual ones at first. Though they increased with each session.
It started to feel like you were two friends just hanging out together. Chatting about everything and anything. There were still moments where you would discuss more pressing topics. Like the guy who wouldn’t leave you alone, and how he suddenly disappeared one day after one of your sessions.
He assured you that the man must’ve given up, and that possibly the advice he’d given you had helped. You seemed unsettled for a moment, but the soft smile you sent him after, accompanied by a sweet “thank you”, made him feel as if a sleepless night or two didn’t matter so much.
Things got a bit more complicated after that.
He wasn’t quite sure when, but he started seeking your praise and approval. Your attention.
He started dressing up. Simple at first. A new shirt. More form fitting pants. Maybe a nice watch or necklace.
He had the money. So that wasn’t an issue for him. He could take care of you.
Over time though, the simple compliments weren’t enough. He wanted you to stare. He wanted your eyes all over him. He wanted you to stare down at him like he was something you needed. That you couldn’t live with out.
A few buttons left apart. A tighter shirt. Even tighter pants. Maybe even a little makeup. Nothing fancy. He just wanted you to compliment his skill. He had a few sisters to thank for that.
He remembered you had offhandedly mentioned how good he looked red once.
He wore it almost every session after that.
He loved watching the way your eyes would snap to him when you’d step into his office. The way your eyes would roam for a moment before you looked away out of respect. No. Stare more. Longer. Undress me with your eyes. Please please please.
You offhandedly asked why he had been so well dressed, the first time it happened. He was a bit embarrassed. Especially by the realization of why he had been dressing up. He told you he was going on a date. A very loud part of him wanted to see a reaction. A sign. Even the smallest one that showed you liked him. That you were interested in him.
But you smiled. That beautiful, insufferable, tormenting, lovely smile.
He hated it.
Be angry. Be jealous. Do something. Anything. Want him need him. Do it do it do it doitdoit
It’s not enough.
Before he knew it, he was sabotaging your social life left and right.
“Oh how cruel of them.”
“They shouldn’t have done that. It hurt didn’t it?”
“They don’t know you”
“You don’t need them.”
He thanked his career at times like this.
He knew what buttons to push. What strings to pull. You relied on him.
Your visits became more frequent.
The “hands to yourself policy” was discarded. You leaned on him. Laid your head in his lap (after many many attempts at persuasion). His well manicured fingers traced your skin. He’d hum. Give his thoughts.
And slowly sunk his claws deep into you.
You needed therapy. His therapy. You needed him.
Almost as much as he needed you.
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A/n: Woo! A human! That’s a first. Anyway I hope you guys like him :) <3 I do not condone yandere behavior this is purely fiction <3
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gmod · 2 years
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hiii wanted 2 redesign a few fnaf characters because 1. they just looked horrible and 2. scraptrap has a forehead you can play tic-tac-toe on 😁😁
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