#urbexing

🌅 anon here.

I've been spending a Lot of time on Pinterest lately and it keeps recomending me urban exploring/cryptid hunting content. Wich aside from being so awesome, and cool, and interesting (I love mythology, cryptids, hiking and exploring abandoned places!!! I wish I could do it more often!!!), it got me thinking.

What if forcemasc, but it's a cryptid researcher getting slowly forcemasc'd by the cryptid they're hunting into another forest dweller?

Maybe I'll elaborate maybe I wont, but wouldnt it b so darn cool? Not only developing a Dick but also CLAWS. SHARP TEETH. A VISAGE THAT TRIGGERS UNCANNY VALLEY. WINGS. Once again, SHARP TEETH.

it would be so darn cool!!! i LOVE body horror tf david cronenburg has my number lol

i love the idea of a researcher way in over "her' head tracking down a cryptid in the appalachian mountains finding various clues and markings that suggest the creatures presence in the area maybe at one point even encountering some thick dark black ichor and amateur that "she" is bagging it for evidence using "her" bare hands and as "she" gets closer and closer "she" hears horrifying sounds sirens and bird calls and sounds of screaming infants the sounds of footsteps continuing for just a second too long after"shes" stopped moving "she" gets progressively more panicked and paranoid and has this numb tingling feeling in the hand "she" touched the ichor with a pounding headache and intense jaw pain but "she" pushes on in large part because of fear in part because "shes" not certain "she" could find his way back even if "she" wanted to because it seems as if the trees keep shifting and moving behind "her" as if the forest itself was a living creature but also because of a deep desperate sunk cost feeling of needing to get REAL proof of the creature to make it all worth it as well it is getting harder and harder to remember who "s̵̼͊h̶̗̐ė̶͇" even is she??? is that even right??? the only thing driving him forward is the hunt he climbs over fallen logs and around crumbling ruins all of the exertion makes h̷̨͌e̵̞̍r̸̥͠?̸̻͗?̴̼̊?̶̼͊ limbs sore and h̵͘ͅi̵̮͗s̸͚͗ back feels like its on fire but oddly he seems to be getting faster and theyre reaching a younger part of the woods i̷̜͠t̶̙̾ suspects because the trees are much smaller at one point his efforts it seems have finally paid off as it sees the cryptid backlit by the moonlight through a short cave t̴̪̬̀͝h̵̰̽̂ȇ̴͔͉͔y̵͖̰̿̒ struggle to bring h̷̨͕͓͝ḯ̶̥̘͖͝s̸̛̹̖͓̈́̎ hand to the camera to take the picture as the numb tingling has long since progressed to intense pain in his finger tips but h̴͔̘͍̹̖̉̅͑͛̓e̷̢̡̜̲͇͕̾͛͜ manages to snap the perfect shot only to double over in pain as it feels like its guts are rearranging inside h̴͍͈͚̀̚͜ĭ̴̥̰̂̿͂̀̂̈́ṁ̷̪̘̿̋͠s̷̼͗̓̎̿̆̅̏ͅe̷͙̱̣͓̲̣̐͋̓͛̉̊l̶̢͇̥̻̥̗̈́̋̓̕f̴̙̹̲͇͝ͅ and their bones creak and pop as i̵͓̥̩̎͂t̸͎̬̤̓̈́͝ curls up on the ground ḩ̴̜͔̝̳̇į̶͎̥͙̼̗̦̰̼̟͇̰̪̯̉̍̈̉̅͜s̵̞̩̯̭͔͆̈́̎ jaw explodes in agony as rows of giant razor sharp teeth emerge from them t̶̡̘̤̻̺͍͉͍̠̮̯̮̠͌́͌̄͝ͅͅh̵̛͍̖͔̩͍͙̗̤͔̺̜̳̩͇͛̊̑̐́͋̀̓͋͌̚͘e̴̢̖͎̲̠̪̻͈̥̝̱͍͊̉̿͋͘i̷̛͕͊̑̇̎̌͒̽r̶̫̣̟͓̲̭͐̊̉̆̔͂͂̂̃ clothes rip and tear as it pulls at them and shreds them and claws at them as they hardly fit any longer he feels ḩ̴̧̗͕̖̬̳̭̱̳͉͇͈̞̻͍̐͑̎͛͐ǐ̴̡̧̧̼̺̠̟̘̜̱̲̦̗́̿̂͂̈́̈́͒͑͛͜͝͠ͅͅs̵̢̧̡̪̭̻̪̟̻̣̜̹̞͎̙̗̭̳̻̋ shoulder blades growing and stretching and almost even feels something akin to relief when wings tear free from his flesh sending viscera everywhere and spraying the cave walls in blood t̸̡̯̹̘̥̠̦̱̞̫̞͚̱̜͇̹͛̇͂̓͆̋̓̍͋͒̎̍̚͜ͅh̴̛̝͉̘̭̥̭̗̘̟̜̯̼̝̼͙̬̄̓̏̇̃̏̏̚e̴̛͉͖̪̦̜̖̠̜͎͕̱̪͚͍̮̯̿̃͂̆̑́̇̋̓̀̓̾͛̒̑͘͠ȋ̴̧̡̛̜̮̪̱͉̖̮̞͍͕̼̬͔̟͈̤͚̦͑̋̇̓̑̆̄̍̿͠͠͝r̵̨̨̢͈̲̭̹̜̹̰͎̭͓̟̠͍͗̓͛̃̎͜͝ claws grow out to be long and ungainly as his hands shake not just in pain but confusingly also in arousal as he feels the line between pain and pleasure getting more confusing as ȋ̵̡̺̿͘͠t̵̡̡̜͇̖̟̦͓͚̰̯̱̖͖͊̄͜s̷̨̺͔̼̯̦̙͖͔̪̻̝̪̏͜͜ͅ clit hardens and grows and pulses as ḩ̷̛̛̱̱̹̖̪̹̭̼̝̯̗̈́̌̂̅̂͊̄̀̊̈̕̕͘͠͠͝ę̴̢̢̫̹̺̘͓͕̟̼̣̪̼͖̯̥̻̹̞̉̑͋̌̀̐ kneels on his hands and knees panting and its eyes and ears and mouth morph into unrecognizable shapes and when all the heaving and panting and writhing is over the relief of no longer being in pain is itself almost orgasmic and as the creature rises off the ground only one thing is left is one persistent unending urge

Lost in decay 🖤

Not my usual post but I went to an abandoned factory in Fairborn last night. Very spooky. Is that bill cypher???? Lots of tags sorry guys 🫩 also these r only half the photos there's a lot of other cool ones.

bando w hg💰