Technically, this does belong here because there were several under par comics made.

Practically canon.

>>11506

>>11509
UNFFFFFF.

Any good slashfic out there, porny or not? for any SH pairing, I mean, not just Pyramid Head.

>>11512
http://games.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600081787

You have no idea how hard I ship Henry/Walter

I just got back from the HP 6 midnight showing and it is 3:30 in the am. Hope you enjoy the pictures, OP.

>>11516
That is amazing. I love how the bloody writing on the wall is enough to signal to me that this is indeed PH's bedroom.

>>11519
That makes two of us.

>>11523

Seriously, though, Henry/Walter is basically canon.

I fucking LOVE this picture

I love this picture, too

Goddamn. Pyramid Head x anyone/anything = my personal delight.

Needs moar pyramid head

lol

How does sweet slash even make it into this fandom?

>>11550
lol indeed. Self-portrait, I wonder?

All right, so back when the SH movie was released, I found myself a lot more interested in the behind-the-scenes featurette than the actual movie. I went on a mad search tonight for screenshots of Pyramid Head's ass. (I don't own the movie, and my connection is much too slow to search the video sites, but I'm sure I didn't dream this up.) My search was all for naught; though, it did turn up some relevant things I thought I'd share.

>>11570

if you watch the special features in the SH movie you get to see PH's fine naked ass. frequently.

>>11577

Heh, thanks but I remember where it's from. It was more of a want this screenshot without DVD type thing... Though, the more I think of it, the more I think I got the DVD as some sort of promotional thing at work - and it's...somewhere.

Bleh, well I believe the featurette is called "Making Silent Hill: Path of Darkness" to those with faster connections. (I.E. the rest of the internet.)

>>11563 Yeah, probably. XD

I am loving this thread.

GoodPerson/MisunderstoodMonster = OTP?

Moar plz

Sexy? Y/N?

Their love is so true

>>11513
>http://games.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600081787
Wow, that was actually really good. (I was under the impression that that website was something of a cesspool...)

Can I second the general request for fic?

>>11780

I know, right? Lost Days really is amazingly well written- it actually makes James/ Harry seem logical and almost inevitable. Unfortunately, the author appears to have a habit of writing really great fan fiction and then never finishing- I don't think the story's been updated in about a year.

>>11778
>Their love is so true
ly wrong. ;)

Henry was cool as a cucumber in a universe most protagonists crap their pants in, so I oscillate between thinking he's just a total badass or thinking he's actually the serial killer who has delusions of playing hero. So I'm wondering: does art/fic of Henry topping exist?

>>11816
>does art/fic of Henry topping exist?
Er...no? :(

I stayed up until 7:30am watching LPs of SH4 last night.

I am fucking bumping this, despite everything I have already having been posted and my therefore having nothing to contribute. ;__;

Sleepin' on crotches
(Like a boss)

Bondage gear
(Like a boss)

Realize you don't actually have any hardcore SH porn
(Like a boss)

(Sorry guys)

Flashin' ass, but this time a jpeg
(Like a boss)

>>12074
Tastin' the rainbow
(like a boss)

I know it's borderline OT but I found this while browsing for porns and I couldn't keep it to myself.

Oh shit, I found some things.

NOT A LOT BUT AT LEAST I CONRIBUTED FOR ONCE

Now I can stop feeling guilty.

:I

Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on in this picture?

>>12181
No

>>12181

Some dude is dressed as a female nurse and tied to a ring stretcher while being fucked by Pyramid Head. I think PH is supporting the ring with one hand and strangling the nurse with a spool of packing tape with the other hand. The camera shot is from below.

I have no idea who that dude is.

>>12181
What--are you all new to the internet or something?

PH is raping Bridget.

>>12181
Oh, be still my beating heart. It's the meeting of two memes.
1. Everyone rapes Bridget.
2. PH rapes everyone.

You know, this would not surprise me.

>>12239
Well, Pyramid Head basically IS James.

I'm never going to be able to play silent hill 2 again now.

Goddamnit coq.

bump. <3

Bumping this thread.. I really want more art or fics!

>>13045
>James tucking anyone in

D:

>>13103
Hey, as long as there's no pillow involved in it, I'm sure that James is very good at tucking people in.

>>13103>>13106

I agree, although I have a feeling if James and Harry met, James would be confused and call him Mary and smother him anyways

>>13113
Quite honestly, that's probably how it goes when he meets ANYONE.

I remember a great fic where the two met and.. well, a whole lot of shit happened, but one thing involved James sneaking into Harry's room at night and trying to smother him to death. It's been such a long time I can't remember if there were sexins, but one of my favorite pet images of the two is, well... Harry being woken up by James suffocating and fucking the everloving shit out of him. I mean, PH had to get it from SOMEWHERE.

>>13174
Fucking hot and crazy as hell. Breathplay fic, anyone? Anyone?

>>13174
Oh, yes, I just read that yesterday! It was amazing

>>13185

http://games.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600081753 This is the fic, if you're looking for it anon

>>13337

Why do I get the feeling Pyramid Head is standing at the back somewhere, shaking his head, all "Oh James".

>>13372
I see it too, Anon. I see it too

Bampu.

Don't make me perform a ritual to revive you, thread!

Anymore Harry/James? Or any Kaufmann?

Bumping for great justice.

Yeah so I wasn't really going anywhere with these sketches, but lol original content?

I'm sorry, James always turns into a creepy rapist when I draw him. Honestly, Harry stuck me as the most normal protagonist. Poor unlucky bastard.

>>13555
MOAR TRAVIS

>>16014
Unsurprising, since James is the most morally corrupt/ambiguous protagonist - especially next to Dad of the Year Harry! which is why they are so delicious together

>>13841
A followup to your pic.
Seriously, though, I fucking love James/Harry and hatehatehate how little good fic there is of them.

>>16333
too girly.

>>11509
does anybody have this chick's deviantart or livejournal? It was like aquagenious or something. I've been looking for it for a long time.

>>13841
I have some kauffman / harry fic which is really really hot
http://community.livejournal.com/shslash/33194.html?view=253866#t253866

I'm going to post this fic, but here the link http://games.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600080162
this one is really well written pyramid head / james fic

If you like amazing silent hill fic, i reccomend you check out dreamerchaos
http://games.adultfanfiction.net/authors.php?no=17030
especially Your Dark God, which is not very porny but really really fun to read.


>>>16109
wow this is super cute. Jolta is so badass

I uploaded my fic and art collection, ENJOY :DD
http://rapidshare.com/files/285034053/A_ton_of_Silent_Hill_fic_and_art.rar.html

and here, have a link to a website which hosts a bunch of the OSTs

http://www.nightmarish-dream.ru/main/sh2/music.html
silent hill 2's soundtrack is amaaaazing.

http://rapidshare.com/files/285034053/A_ton_of_Silent_Hill_fic_and_art.rar.html

This fic is called "Reflections" it's by ClarySage http://games.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600080162

He’d been wandering the halls of the empty hotel for what seemed days. Burn marks, dust, water stains, debris, memories. It was a memory that stopped him in front of a broken mirror, shards of it just beneath, lying on the floor. Absently he toed one of the pieces, sliding it around with his boot, stopping only when it crunched and turned to mirrored powder. Mary, she’d been here, she’d been here with him.

There had been happier days; sometimes he had a hard time remembering that after…after what? It hadn’t taken that long for the disease to kill her, not long at all. Yet still James felt as if he’d been living years with her dying. He had memories of her wasting away for an eternity, even though it’d taken no time at all. Maybe, he figured, maybe it had just seemed to take years because that’s how it was when someone you loved was dying.

Another shard of mirror crunched beneath his foot, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a flickering shadow. Of course it disappeared when he turned to view it fully, unlike half the other…things…that lived here now. Those things always stayed, stayed and attacked, stayed and whispered, stayed and looked like Mary.

There really was only one beast that didn’t remind him of Mary in any way, shape, or form. Nothing about the red pyramid thing reminded him of Mary, not the muscles covered in blood, or the large knife he dragged along to keep him company, certainly not the way he’d raped the other monsters.

Yet, maybe there was something there that reminded him if not of Mary, then of the things he’d enjoyed with Mary. The nights when they’d laid naked in their hotel room, wrapped around one another, sweaty, panting. Another flicker just behind James’ shoulder, and he turned only to see nothing, again.

He crouched down, carefully picking up a shard of the broken mirror and holding it up to his face. He did not look well, the days or weeks, or maybe it was years, of wandering this place had changed him. His eyes had the sunken look of someone who’d been sick for a long time, his cheeks hollow and gaunt. It seemed as if he’d wasted away far too quickly too, just like Mary had. Even his fingers, holding too tightly to the glass seemed thin and bony.

It was funny, but when he thought about it, he couldn’t remember just how long he’d been in this town now, looking for Mary. A few times he thought he’d found her at last, his heart thumping so rapidly he felt as if he’d die right then and there. That’d been when he met Maria. He still confused her for Mary, much to her annoyance. But it couldn’t be helped, she was so similar. Even though Mary would certainly never dress like Maria, or wear makeup like Maria’s or even walk like her…

James had a brief recollection of Maria’s walk, hips swaying in her short skirt, his eyes caught just below its hem, watching for when it flicked upwards just the tiniest bit. It made him miss Mary, yet at the same time forget she had existed.

There was another flicker out of the corner of his eye, and for the briefest second he thought he saw the outline of the red pyramid thing, knife poised. But of course when he turned fully, it was gone. That thing…with its blood and knife and fucking. James shuddered; it was the fucking that bothered him more than anything else. It turned on wheels that’d been left off too long inside him, so long that they seemed rusted in place, yet they squealed into movement at the sight of the bizarre mannequins being torn and thrust into, left as empty, useless husks when it was done with them.

James gasped at the sudden bright pain in his hand, dropping the glass he’d been holding and sucking at the wound between his thumb and forefinger. Again the flicker came, and instead of turning to try and catch it, James glanced carefully out of the corner of his eyes.

The pyramid headed man stood behind and to the side of him, long knife held forward and along the floor, its tip resting next to James’ foot. Without turning his head, James ran his hand along the floor, inhaling in shock when it met the tip of the knife. It wasn’t there, it couldn’t be, imagination didn’t just turn solid like that…did it? In this place it just might well do so. A more adventurous finger than the rest ran up the edge of the blade, as James remained firmly crouched down, refusing to turn and see. Even if he did turn, wouldn’t it just disappear again?

The thick edge of the blade felt solid, solid and cold, and in some places, sticky. Maybe if he…without letting go of the blade James turned quickly in place and looked up. The mask, or helmet, whatever it was, stared downwards at him. It had no expression, yet it always seemed somehow menacing. This time it felt more ominous than it had ever been previously. But then, he’d never been this close to it before, holding the tip of its blade, kneeling before it as if awaiting his own beheading.

Their frozen tableau remained that way, time stretching infinitely as James stared upwards. Already this apparition had tried to kill him, it’d tried to kill Maria as well, and for all James knew, maybe it’d already killed Mary and that’s why he couldn’t find her. His eyes circled back down and focused on the overly large knife his hand rested upon, his fingertips were coated in the half-dried blood from it, sticky. With the air of someone whose mind was elsewhere, James closed his eyes and slowly rubbed his fingers together. It felt familiar.

Above him there was a long, hollow exhalation, followed by a barely audible grunt. The blade tapped at James’ boot, jerking him out of his reverie. Just as he was prepared to take flight, spring up and out of the room, there was a clang of metal. The knife had dropped.

A bloody, gloved hand reached downwards, fingers open and oddly familiar; James held still, waiting to see what would happen next. It didn’t seem to be going for its usual of stab and ask questions later, and he didn’t know why this time was different from all the others. He just knew it was.

James was about to ask it if maybe it’d seen Mary, when the hand that’d been heading his way reached its destination and jerked him from the floor. Being up close to the large, metal helmet didn’t in make it less chilling, if anything, it made it more terrifying. There was no way to judge expression, no eyes to see, no mouth to speak, no ears to hear it if he were to shriek. “What are you?” James rasped out beyond the hand that clenched at his collar. Of course, there was no answer, had he really expected one?

Slowly the creature began to move, its boots sounding like a corpse being drug across a floor. James didn’t dare even breathe too loudly. He didn’t know what the red pyramid thing was going to do, but he had a feeling if he were to struggle, it would only make it worse. At last they reached the wall, and to James’ surprise instead of being thrown against it, he was placed almost delicately in front of it, the gloved fist holding onto his collar carefully letting him slide down until his feet once more touched ground. James breathed a sigh of relief.

Then in one long swipe, the hand ripped open James’ shirt and suddenly he found his breathing out of control, heart thumping rapidly within his chest. Maybe it was going to rip his heart out while still beating, or just stab him directly through with only its hand. Maybe it was going to bite open his throat somehow, or …but it didn’t do any of those things.

Instead, the hand drifted lower, and James found his pants around his ankles, a little unsure how it’d happened. He had a vague recollection of the button to his jeans popping, ricocheting off the helmet, and then the bloody glove was back tilting James’ face upwards, as if the helmet, though lacking eyes, could see him, wanted to see him. The hand tilted his face to the left, then the right, one finger almost caressingly tracing James’ jaw before falling to the creature’s side, gently swaying with the movement of its breathing.

James could feel his entire body trembling, quaking with fear. He was going to die, he knew it, and it probably wasn’t going to be pleasant. His mind quickly supplied him with images of torn and spattered mannequins, body fluids dripping from them, legs nearly ripped off. They’d been mere dolls.

As if to confirm his thoughts, the thing stepped closer, and James’ noticed a distinct breeze from his nether regions. The beast had just made his underwear into tatters. Too quick to see, so fast he only realized they were gone when he felt the air on his skin. “Oh God.” It was going to rape him, just like the mannequins.

He began shivering uncontrollably from head to toe, unable to move, or cry out, frozen in place as the pyramid headed creature slowly ran a hand down its own chest. It seemed like a pantomime from a bad porno, its bloody gloves sculpting their way over tight muscles, compact abdomen, strings untied. James jerked, coming back to himself as the other monster in the room was revealed. He knew now why the mannequins had been torn, and why they’d been spattered with what looked like buckets of ejaculation.

The monster’s monster was wet, glistening trails caressing the thing, the tip still seeping and leaking fluid. James shuddered again, only this time he was appalled to realize it wasn’t because he was afraid. Naked the beast was at once terrifying and an object of pure sex and malevolence. It radiated desire. Whether that desire was to fuck or to kill, didn’t seem to matter.

Now that it was naked, it reached down, holding onto its overly large cock and slowly rubbing it, as if priming an already primed canon. James stilled in anticipation, back to the wall, literally and figuratively.

Was this how the mannequins hey’d been spattered with what looked like buckets of ejaculation.
felt? Did they ever feel anything? They never did cry out, but then, how could they with no mouths? Or perhaps, this was the reason they existed at all; merely to satisfy the cravings and urges of the pyramid monster. Was he, James, just another way to satisfy the deranged and perverted lusting? Did he exist only to entertain this monster? Or was it the other way around, did the monster only exist because James desired it?

For a moment, only a brief second of time, the creature seemed to flicker in and out, like an old movie without sound or color. Then it was more solid than ever, its bloody gloves reaching for James’ shoulders, spinning him about and down until his knees slammed against the floor, the breath rushing from his lungs.

It was going to happen, he knew it. There was nothing now that could stop the momentum. He was going to die. For some strange reason, the thought of death didn’t seem so abhorrent. A small voice whispered to him from the back of his mind, that this was because he’d see Mary again. Then that little voice was drowned out by the feel of the bloody gloves on his body, probing and pinching, one of them circling over James’ stomach, the other traveling over his tensed back muscles.

The hands found there destinations at nearly the same moment, one pulling on James’ half hard cock the other probing him roughly from behind. Then, positioning his body like that of one of the mannequins, he was pulled ass into the air and face down. A slip of paper fell out of his jacket to flutter to the floor. Even from his strange viewpoint James knew what it was, the letter from Mary. He stretched his hand out for it, fingers straining to catch at the edge of the paper, when suddenly all thoughts of anything left him. The monster’s monster was making an entrance.

It certainly felt like it was making one, rather than using the one already there. Of course he’d seen the size of it. Yet still, the actual feel of it trying to press inside of him was a completely different sensation than just looking. Though, peculiarly, the copiousness of its semen helped, easing it in rather than ripping a way in. But then, why had the mannequins been torn every time?

James tried not to think of the mannequins or their tattered bodies, or Mary, or the letter. After a moment, he managed to not think at all as the beast began pumping. James had never been with a man before, and now he wondered if he’d been missing out on something. Each sensation seemed to be magnified a thousand times, he could feel every solid molecule of the cock sliding its way inside of him, every new spurt as it continued to cum even as it came.

The red pyramid thing gave a little grunt of satisfaction as he seemed to reach an impasse within James’ body. For a wildly fear-filled moment James was terrified it might try to push past that point inside, and break down the thin internal walls. Instead, the creature reached around and began pumping James in time with each thrust from behind. It was like listening to music, only it wasn’t, unless music picked up some new instruments and formed a band called “Ass-Fucking”.

James abruptly added his own voice to the melody, crying out loudly as something was touched deep inside. His shouts almost sounded like they had an echo, each one punctuated at the end by a separate yet similar voice. It took James a while in his current state of being done right through the floor, to realize that it was the monster making those noises. Even in his distressed mind he knew there was something familiar about the voice of the beast, and his mind, in turn, ran from that awareness.

His fingertips crawled and scrabbled for a purchase on the floor below, desperately searching for a handhold, for something to let him know it was real. James could feel the profuse fluids slipping out of him and down his thighs, the bloody gloves gripping his hips with hard fingers. Yet no mouth connected to his flesh, no lips breathed on the back of his neck, there was only the occasional brush of cold metal. Or when the monster went far inside like a diver from a cliff and his skin rubbed against James’ for a brief second.

The flesh that was inside of him and outside of him was warm, just like a human. Every pulse was that of living tissue, blood throbbing through veins and arteries. Even though the hands themselves were covered with the rough material of the gloves, James could feel the heat of the hands inside them, pressing and pressing deeper grooves into his body. He knew later that there would be bruises, if he was left alive.

There seemed to be no peak in this bizarre and uncalled for act of lust. Endlessly the pyramid man thrust in and out of him, using James’ body in the way the mannequins had been used, as a hole in which to plunge. Then, just as James felt he couldn’t take another moment of it without passing out, he came, long jetting streams of semen leaping from his cock to spatter against the floor and walls, streamlets of it caressing the front of his thighs traveling down his legs.

Much to James’ surprise he came again immediately after, lesser this time, but still a shockwave throughout his entire body, another tide to wash away what had been rotting on the beaches of his mind and soul. A third wave followed, smaller still, and then James was released to slip bonelessly to the floor, head bouncing softly on the carpet.

“I got a letter. The name on the envelope said, Mary. My wife’s name. That’s ridiculous, couldn’t possibly be true. That’s what I keep telling myself. A dead person can’t write a letter. Mary died of that damned disease three years ago. So then, why am I looking for her? “Our special place.” What could she mean? This whole town was our special place. Does she mean the park on the lake? We spent the whole day there, just the two of us staring at the water. Could Mary really be there? Is she really alive? Waiting for me?”

James sighed and shook his head. He didn’t know why he was here, not really. But somewhere in Silent Hill, he knew he’d find the answers. One way or another, he’d find Mary. He began walking, the fog filling his footsteps.

Behind him, for a brief moment, a shape flickered in out and out like an old movie, before solidifying. A man with a pyramid shaped helmet and a giant bloody knife in one hand. Behind the mask, green eyes narrowed thoughtfully, one blood-spattered glove coming up to remove the giant iron helm.

James watched himself walk towards Silent Hill. He knew this story; he’d lived it hundreds of times. In the end, James would always come back to him. After all, he could never leave himself… But he certainly could torture himself. With a brief flash of sinister smile, James slid the helm back down over his features and followed. There were some mannequins he needed to do, and James to torture. The days never ended in Silent Hill.

http://rapidshare.com/files/285034053/A_ton_of_Silent_Hill_fic_and_art.rar.html

not sure who this one is by, but have a little henry/walter

Walter pumped has hand faster and faster over his straining erection, bent forward slightly, one hand placed firmly against the door to room 302 - god... just the thought of the Reciever of Wisdom just inside. He'd chosen him to be the Reciever for a reason, but he never thought that the other man would make him feel so...

His soft groan echoed down along the twisted halls.

Henry jumped, shadowed eyes glancing nervously toward the door. His fingers twitched against the top of the box that he'd been using to keep things in. He had one candle left, and he was loath to use it.. except....

"Please..please.." He didn't know what he was asking, maybe for there not to be another apparition - last time somethig had happened to his door he'd found himself staring out at..himself. It'd taken Henry quite a few hours to get around that image. He took the candle, swallowing nervously as he fingered the lighter in his other hand, anxiously flicking the lid open and shut as he edged forward.

He drew closer to the door but.. he wasn't feeling anything bizarre. He wasn't cold and the headache he already had certainly wasn't getting any worse. He licked his dry lips before leaning forward to peer through the door.

The sight that greeted him froze him in place, just as the previous one had. Was that... but... His vision whirrled slightly as he jerked his head away, backpeddling until his calves bumped against the storage box and he was forced to sit down.

It was him. That crazy mother fucker he'd seen in the Apartments, then the Hospital and then again in the Forest. Why wouldn't he leave him alone?! What'd he been doing anyway - it wasn't the same as the last time he'd looked through and seen the grizzled, haggard face staring back at him unflinchingly.

Henry shifted in surprise as he heard another of those muffled sounds from behind the door. Setting the candle and lighter down he reached down to pull the pistol from his belt loop. Once again he edged forward and peered through the peep hole.

He was still there and Henryy found himself gasping softly - he could definitely see what the other man was doing now. He'd shifted, leaning back slightly, head tilted back in apparent ecstasy as he.. Henry swallowed, breathing stuttering as he silently watched the other man arch gracefully back, hand strokeing furvently along his length.

A soft groan escaped Henry's own lips as he watched a pearly bead of precome form at the tip of this murderer-exhibitionist's erection, shifting uncomfortably, one hand moving down to quietly stroke himself through his jeans as his own arousal awokened and began to creep down along his pant leg.

Why.. why is in front of my door..? Henry bit his lip and winced softly at the pressure grew, struggling internally before he finally gave in, undoing his jeans and letting his aching erection out of the close confines of his jeans and boxers. He gripped it tightly at the base, giving one, slow stroke upward as he continued to watch the other man moving with aparent disreguard to the possible risk of someone like Henry seeing him...

Maybe he wanted Henry to see him. He pressed his thumb against the weeping tip of his erection and slid the thick fluid down along himself, to ease the friction as he stroked himself, picking up the tempo as he saw the other man beginning to speed up at an almost frantic pase - Henry could tell he was close by the muffled grunts and moans that emited from him along with heavier, sporadic breathing.

Henry hissed softly, lips parted in a silent groan of pleasure as he watched. The other man paused, leaning forward once more, arm supporting him against the door as he gave a shudder, head tilting up to look through the doors peephole, face quickly melting into pleasure as he gave another shudder.

Henry was startled as the shaggy haired man looked through..almost as if... but it gave Henry the moment to inspect his face, the intense green eyes and the grizzled, rugged look. As the expression of pleasure slid over the other man's face, Henry too gave an almost startled cry as he squeezed himself tightly, stroking himself as he came, semen arcing out to spatter onto the door.

Henry sagged, realizing he'd assumed a position similar to the other man's - one arm pressed againts the door and across the chains for balance as he'd jerked off. He sighed, panting as he readjusted himself back into his pants, still feeling tight as his erection faded.

He looked back up and out the peephole once more.. the familiar sight of sixteen worn handprints followed up with four fresh ones the only thing within his vision.

haha if only i spoke japanese

You guys got me hooked, damnit.

>>18892

I... and then... the ripping... are those tentacles between his toes? FFFFFFFFF. BUNK.

>>18592
hahahaha

also: omg content i havent seen before

thud thud clank scrape Pyramid head has come to rape!

<3

>>19069

It's not rape if you really really, really, REEEAAALLY want him to.

......
...
Seriously I'm waiting where is he.

I know this has a chick in it, but seriously, this is one of my favorite silent hill 2 pictures ever, so nyah

Does anyone know this person's website?

>>11508
>>11509
>>11511
>>11510

>>19107
:O
also
;__;

That is incredible. You are incredible.

This pic is Harry/Walter. Wrap your heads around that.

Oh hey and here I thought this thread was dead for good.

Site might be one of these:
-http://outlaw666.hiho.jp/top.html
-http://fox.oekakist.com/kamo/
-http://lime.suppa.jp/
-http://zeroyon.kyarame.com/bsimg.htm
-http://asiaairport.sakura.ne.jp/index.html

And fic (only got WalterxHenry, sorry dudes):
-http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2438465/1/Impaired
One of the best out there, imo. One-sided.
-http://community.livejournal.com/rhubarb_pockets/2587.html
-http://community.livejournal.com/rhubarb_pockets/2155.html
-http://yosegaki.livejournal.com/40842.html

I need Walter/Henry like I need breathing... and with the severe lack of it I'll be dead soon and ready to haunt some asses, lol.

Pic found at g!gallery. It makes me lol.

>>19106
I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT ALL ALONG.
But did anyone listen, did anyone believe me? NO.

Just reminding people that I did upload my whole collection here:

http://rapidshare.com/files/285034053/A_ton_of_Silent_Hill_fic_and_art.rar.html

/unnecessary

http://harryndahlia.livejournal.com/
God damn HILARIOUS in character journal FTW <3

BUMP.



I don't even care, this deserves content.

>>25674
STALKER. You are a fucking saint. And not the evil Silent Hill kind -- a legit holy bro. All the content you posted, plus the download... wow. <3

>>11501

Just thought I'd add to this thread some drabbles I posted on adultfanfiction and livejournal. ^_^;

Title: Silent Hill Drabbles
Author: Chaosdreamer (dreamerchaos)
Beta: None.
Warning: Slash, gore, and horror, AU. Mature.
Pairing: Pyramid Head/James,
Disclaimer: Silent Hill is owned and copyrighted by others beside myself. I'm only playing with the boys.
Author's Note: Realized that I had posted the responses to some Silent Hill drabble requests on my livejournal account, but forgot to post them here. My aplogies. Primary pairing PH/James. Enjoy.







raveechidna

It's been awhile since we talked or you worked in the Silent Hill Fandom.

Fandom: Silent Hill
Character or Pairing: Pyramid Head/Pyramid Head (the two of them) Possibly with James.
Prompt: Punishment
Rating: NC-17




Their existence was sin.

Their pleasure was sin.

Their bodies pockmarked by scars, ripples and coils of muscles forever died gray by the touch of Death, but never to die. Punishment, perhaps, for their perversity? For the pleasure and gluttony of flesh and blood that they soaked themselves within on a daily basis?

Or perhaps for the manner in which they deemed to touch each other. Taboo. Brother caressing Brother.

Twins, apart only in the minutest flash of color across their helm. One a bright fervent red, fresh as blood. The other the color of old rust, of blood left to cake and spoil.

However, their ivory, scarred skin seamed together. Hands mapping the other’s bare torso, tracing and relearning the canvas of scars and silvery lines. Muscles rippling beneath flesh with each obscene caress, one twin rattling a low moan, the other purring a sharp snarl.

“BROTHER.” The eldest twin spoke.

“BROTHER.” His twin echoed.

They were passionate in everything. Their rage. Their glory. Their jealously, and possession of each other.

It is to no surprise when their father dares to step foot into Silent Hill, and their massive lungs breath in his scent¯

The youngest twin, rust helmet rising with interest. Snarling into the beating wind, gulping down the scent, rolling in across a serpentine tongue. “FATHER OF MY FLESH.” He sighed, greeting the wind and its alluring scent.

The elder, blood-dyed helm also raised, clenches his hand around the hilt of his massive sword.

“WHAT SAY WE CLIP OUR FATHER’S WINGS?” They share a look, mutual predatory smiles hidden, but their delight intermingling, “LET US PAINT OUR FATHER’S IVORY SKIN WITH OUR HANDS.”

It is a fairly simple, yet clever trap they laid. One mocks James, stepping towards him, prompting the smaller man to run down the hall that he had traveled.

The younger twin stands in wait around the corner. Snagging James’ wrist as he turns the corner, swinging the fragile human around, tripping him with one large boot, the momentum sending James slamming onto the floor. Radio skittering across the pools of shadows, spin like a clock upon torn and tattered carpet.

James curled upon the floor, sky blue eyes dilated, chest heaving in terror. Trembling like a pale little rabbit, shielding his face with his forearms as both Pyramid Heads loom above him.

“WE SPRANG FROM YOU, FATHER.” The elder snarls, “UNHOLY SEED FROM THE LOINS OF A MURDERER.”

“N-no…” James whimpers, covering his face, “I don’t know why¯ I didn’t want to hurt her!¯¯I just wanted her to stop hurting…”

“HUSH NOW.” The youngest is kind to sooth. Slick, latex gloves snagging James’ wrists. Refusing to allow him to cover his eyes in front of his children. “WE DO NOT CONDEMN YOU. INSTEAD…WE WELCOME YOU.”

“Nonononononooooo…” James kicks and scratches, alternating between pleas and curses. “Please don’t do this Idon’twantthisPlease!!”

“SILENT HILL GREETS YOU, FATHER. AND THE PUNISHMENT FOR DARING TO KNOCK UPON HER DOOR…” The elder sighs, serpentine tongue flickering out and chasing the trails of tears upon James’ cheeks.

“THE PUNISHMENT IS OUR UNHOLY, UNWAVERING LOVE AND AFFECTIONS.” The younger whimpers in delight, hands slithering down to break the latch upon James’ belt, silver zipper beginning the slow slide downwards.









jeza_red

oh oh Me me!!^__^

I wanna... Seriously I'd love something from Silent Hill^^"

FANDOM: Silent Hill
CHARACTER OR PAIRING: Red Pyramid (optionaly JamesXD)
PROMPT: Red.
RATING: err... dunno^^"





The rivers and lakes of fresh spilt blood lapped across the floor of the apartment bathroom. Slivers of pulsing, crimson fluid still faintly pumping from the slashed wounds upon James’ wrists.

A sharp, edged knife evidence of the gruesome wounds, the hilt and blade damp and coated in James’ blood. The fingers of one hand still resting on the weapon, but the limb possessing no more strength to lift the weapon and reapply it to the numerous, gaping slits in his wrists.

The Red Pyramid only managed just to fit into the tiny bathroom, looming in the doorway, the devil incarnate in red, white, and brown. Red helm, ivory, scarred flesh, and dried blood painting his entrance into the tiny haven that James had crawled into.

“POOR, SAD LITTLE MAN.” The Red Pyramid steps were slow and purposeful. Kneeling down over the prone man. The still warm blood slicking the front of his butcher apron, boots leaving red imprints and swirling tracks.

Bleary, pain glazed blue eyes struggle to comprehend the Red Pyramid looming over him. The large hands upon his shoulders the only guarantee preventing him from sliding completely onto the tiled floor.

“YOU REMEMBER THE TRUTH NOW.” The Red Pyramid was no detective, but he knew the flavor of defeat, horror, and grief, all rolled into one. The infusion soaked into James’ flesh, the catalyst for his desperate act of grievance. He chuckled in cold humor, “SUICIDES GO TO HELL, JAMES. NOT TO HEAVEN.”

“…I…know…” James whispers, each word heavy in grief. “…d-deserve Hell…”

“YOU STILL DON’T SEE, JAMES?...NO…YOU’VE NEVER OPENED YOUR EYES. NOT ONCE SINCE YOU STEPPED INTO MY HAVEN.” The Red Pyramid lifted gloved hands, soaked in James’ own blood. Lifting two fingers, carefully painting James’ lips, hand trembling with the eagerness a small child would have when first dipping their hands into paint and touching the fresh, sparse surface of white paper. “NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU TRY TO BLEED IT ALL AWAY, YOU CAN NEVER OUTPACE THIS RUBY PARADISE.”












For odd_stick. I teased her with the drabble while we were IMing.





odd_stick



Well, since we've been talking about it and you haven't written for it in a while, I would like to request Silent Hill 2. PH/James, please? As for plot...it can either be in one of your existing 'verses or something else. XD

I'll gladly re-post this challenge...it'll be fun if anyone actually requests anything, and I haven't written in ages. LOL.






“This web is the cruel skin of lattice wings,” Pyramid Head dips his hands in between the tight, stretched seams of interlaced barbed wire.

Trapped like an ivory moth, James keened, one single move to the left or right shearing a strip of skin from his body.

Pyramid Head jostles impatiently, a long, sliver of a black tongue flicks outward from the depths of his rust red helm. He laps at the fresh beads of blood that drip from the slick strands of barbed wire and wicked obsidian knots of uneven wires. The demon savoring the tiny droplets as if they are beads of melting hard candy.

“The color red suits you.”

James keens, the heels of his boots slipping through the wet pools of crimson. Bound like the prey left to await the spider, James grimaces as he bucks within the choking, biting embrace of the looped barbed wire coils. The blood slick strands slide over his shoulders and collar, weaving like a lover’s pair of arms around his waist, wrists tied behind his lower back, the human’s eyes rolling back in a frisson of shock and dread as the ragged bleeding flesh of his wrists squelch brokenly as another barb of metal digs into the mottled flesh.

Down, down, the web of black and slick red bands curl around his thighs, snaking down slashed pant legs, tying his ankles together, the white of the long socks a sour black, too long steeped in blood.

Pyramid Head lashes his forearm amongst the net of barbed wires stretched throughout the padded room, the large demon hissing in delight as the taut strands snap against the flesh of his arm. The skin splits open as if slashed by a long knife.

“Drink deep, James.” The human wails brokenly, in denial as Pyramid Head shoves his bulk into the network of cruel wires and barbs. The helmed demon leans into the biting coils, letting the slicing, biting strands rip into him, sighing in delight as if the caresses were the soft kisses of smooth lips.

Pyramid Head plunges two slick, crimson soaked fingers in between James’ pink lips. The human moans in disgust and fear, choking around the thick fingers, the burn of hot iron as the blood floods his mouth causes the white of his eyes to show as he rolls and tosses his head, eyes flared wide like a frightened deer.

"You’re a sweet, terrible disease.” His demon purrs, tracing a gore slick thumb across James’ cheek, “James…James…you’re a cancer in my system…devour me bit by bit…eat me alive until there is nothing that can break us apart..”

>>34582
Fuck, the capslock just makes me laugh so hard.

"MY PARENTS ARE OUT OF TOWN THIS WEEKEND. WE SHOULD DO SOMETHING."

>>34642

Too awesome and too funny.

Certainly would be an interesting school to go to! XD

>>34642
so cute lol.

moar plz.

>>11723

Yessssssss.

Hell yeah more crossdressing.

Crossover time? I think so.

I promise I'm almost done. This one makes me laugh like a motherfucker. Spoilered for boobs.

Aaaaaaaand I'm done.

>>34917
James, stop eating cookies. You're not Napoleon, you are James. You don't even have a hat.

Anyone have any stuff of Alex Shepard?

>>34911
I love this. It really captures what a big needy man James is. Though they are both dangerously close to pillows, his preferred weapon.

>>34949
He seems to be kind of unpopular. I only have this. I hope you like bondage?

I love this pairing and I strongly approve of James being bigger. His character model seems beefier than Harry's, anyway.

Wow, I started this thread (pre-namefagging) a long time ago and I think it's been really successful; it will be sad when it starts autosaging. Thanks for all the contributions, guys.

>>34996
It's one of my absolute favorites of them--there's so little art of them out there, which I suppose is pretty understandable, since they never technically meet and all, and most of what I have of them comes from this fantastic artist.

>>35012
They have grown on me so much since I got into this fandom. I blame/thank this author: http://games.adultfanfiction.net/authors.php?no=1296828855

>>35013
Thanks for starting the thread, bro!

INFINITE RAPE!!!

I love you fucking bastards.

>35010

Whoever did this comic totally stole the strip from Hark A Vagrant. Amusing variation but still unoriginal.

>>37505
Thats the joke.jpg

CONTENT TIME, KIDDIES!
God, this artist makes me so giddy.

D'awwwww.

James' sex face is superior to yours. Clearly.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6130533/1/

More Harry/James.

I would kill for some Alex/anyone.

(..but mostly Alex/Josh oh god going to hell)

I agree. More Alex please.

How about some Robbie The Rabbit?