body horror, 3/3 Show more
your nose flattens and for ten or so seconds you can't breathe through it before your normally white skin becomes pink and rounds into a button nose. it feels as though hot wax is piled onto your eyeballs as your pupils expand and take up most of your sclerae. now ur a bune uwu
body horror, 2/3 Show more
your back hunches over and your fingers and toes dislocate and pop back in repeatedly as your hands and feet are extended to three, four times their natural length. you feel what little power you have disappearing as you shrink down further and further, becoming less and less able to do anything about your situation. your front teeth grow hundreds of times more quickly than they're designed to until you have prominent buck teeth.
body horror, 1/3 Show more
you have no idea why you thought you'd like it. as the transformation starts to take place, you immediately realise that you've made a terrible decision. your body starts to distort as your bones shrink down and contort into their new shape, causing you endless agony. you scream but you find that it's becoming more and more difficult to make a sound, and your voice quickly dampens to a whisper as your throat tightens.
body horror Show more
denim flesh doesn't hold your body together too well. the material is stained a deep red, as your blood is always soaking through. all physical contact is agony. your skin bends and folds when you move, tearing at your muscles and ligaments. you can feel your organs sliding around as your body distorts into bizarre shapes, limited only by your skeleton. and there's nothing worse than getting a tendon caught in a zipper.
body horror, insects, eaten alive Show more
what game lets me be eaten by spiders? is there a way i can simulate the feeling of thousands of tiny legs scurrying across my body, vomiting up acidic juices to burn away my skin and flesh to the bone so that they can eat the thick paste that i have become? what kind of game forces me to lie down and watch as they run all over me, taking me apart, crawling deep into my ears, nose, mouth... i can write about but i can't really move. that kind of game.
body horror, sui, apathy Show more
lying on the floor, curled into the foetal position. i've lost the will to go on. the crows are picking me apart and i don't care anymore. i'm not going to stop them. let them eat me. the pain doesn't bother me. if this is the way i die, then so be it.
graphic self h Show more
imagine rusty nails slicing up your body. there's this weird cold feeling that runs through your bloodstream. maybe that's just you imagining tetanus spreading through, but it feels too real. why are you doing this to yourself? you don't deserve it, do you? no, of course you do. you're tearing up your skin, the skin that you work so hard to keep smooth and clean. good. fuck your skin. fuck your body. it can go to hell for all you care.
surreal Show more
every time you try to think about IT, you feel an icy spear being rammed into your mind. you grip on reality loosens whenever IT comes to your mind. IT has a body -- or a form -- but it is truly indescribable. if IT were placed inside a cube, IT would take up eighteen corners. IT seems to have an extra dimension, one that isn't up or left or in or out, but... closer. closer to your brain. and IT is always inching closer. even now, as you run away. IT is always getting closer.
surreal Show more
the hallway gets longer every time you take a step. this isn't a a metaphor. you've been trying for hours now to see if it ends, but it just won't. every time you look behind you, you haven't made any process. that fucking red door is still there. there's no way you're going back through that door. not again. IT is in there. you're not sure what IT is, but when you look at IT, you can feel its horrid tendrils fucking burrowing into your brain, tearing it apart. you can't go through that.
self h, emotional Show more
cutting yourself to let the pain bleed out. it's kind of a "fuck you" to yourself; punishment for what you did. you won't do it again now, will you? you take a deep breath, close your eyes, grab the blade, and drag it across your wrist. it hurts, but you deserve it. the pain just makes you angrier. the cold steel catches on your skin as it tears it up, but you yank it away and continue. you make a dozen slashes in quick succession to teach yourself never to do that again.
dissociation, gaslighting Show more
how can you be sure that the person whose body you're in right now is you? sure, you've always been in this body, or at least, your memories tell you that. did you know that it's incredibly easy to modify people's memories with social conditioning alone? take a step back for a second, look at yourself from a third person perspective. is that body yours? can you prove it? time is linear, so of course you can't. but i'm sure it is. after all, what are the chances of that?
immobility, sort of buried alive, being eaten by worms Show more
you know, it's entirely possible that when we die, we just become completely incapable of movement. sure, it looks like our brains are inactive, but maybe there's activity that we just can't see. maybe you're still alive, in some sense, when you're dead. maybe you know you're in a coffin. maybe you can see and feel the worms eating you, bit by bit. what would it feel like to be eaten by worms?
i guess you'll find out.
[meta] immobility Show more
has always really fucked me up as a concept. the thought of being unable to move is horrifying. the complete loss of any and all physical control over what's going on forces you to endure everything that comes your way. it's horrid and i hate it and i love it
sexualisation of body horror Show more
at first, there's nothing. it's mere fractions of a second but it lasts for minutes, the cars slowly making progress away from you. and then... then, it hits. both of your arms jolt upwards and you immediately feel the stress on your shoulders. you can practically feel your ligaments tearing. you're on fire and you fucking love it. two POPs in quick succession are heard as your shoulders are both dislocated. your skin starts to split and you feel yourself dying. good.
sexualisation of body horror Show more
imagine how fucking good it would feel to be torn apart. literally torn in half. your hands bound to two cars driving in opposite directions. he counts down from five; the tensest five seconds of your life. you can barely contain yourself, rubbing your legs together in an attempt to briefly sate yourself, ensuring that you don't climax before it begins. five, four, three, two, one... the cars start driving away from each other, taking you with them. cont
sui, loss of mobility, pain Show more
imagine how it would feel if your body didn't listen to your brain. you tell your hand to move, but it won't. it just keeps gripping harder on the stove. the pain is unbearable, and yet you can't scream, can't flinch, can't fucking move. your nerves are on fire. you have so much to live for and yet you want it all to end right now. nothing is worth this. it's been only a minute and already your flesh is charring, turning black, cracking. shame this won't kill you.