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#((ooc) tw blood and gore)
akanothere · 4 months
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⚠️TW: War, child abuse, murder, corpses, blood and gore. If these warnings trigger you, do not read.
“They say like father, like son. But I’m better. Smarter. Much more scarier.”
(Old art from last year lmao I’m hoping to develop a full comic this year wish me luck)
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appri-dot · 2 months
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I like to draw nutcracker yaoi for character reasons trust fencer(hurt fella) belongs to @ballcrusher74
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spookyowlman · 4 months
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//Remember that art I was too afraid to post? Here it is. Tw for blood, gore and death.
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Also I couldnt decide who should be his victim so.... meet my old OC, Daniela!
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eridork-ampora · 2 months
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(Hey mod, Eridans lif I going a little too nice right now, may I summon a dark evil to make it a living hell, it's not immoral or anything just a large predator he could kill with some good aim, either way I really love the blog and it helped me get over my art block and make my OCs again ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️)
// absolutely dude theres like. no rules for the asks other than str8 up nsft. go hog wild dog i wanna put my toddler thru the horrors >:•}
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dojimakaichou · 1 year
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@stingslikeabee continuation of x.
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Daigo sucked in a breath when Melissa reached for the hand he had respectfully withdrawn. It shook faintly as she brought it to her cheek. At first contact with the witch's skin, he drew it away slightly ― as if to suggest that he still didn't believe this wasn't a mistake or in anticipation that she would flinch away. Melissa remained steadfast, however, and inevitably Daigo's palm settled back. He admired the cool temperature of her flesh.
Gently, the creature's fingers explored the side of her face. His thumb briefly traced the edge of her nose and then ghosted down over her lips. Daigo slowly mapped out the details of Melissa's features, and he realized as he did that his initial greeting stood firm. She was indeed beautiful. The large, coarse hand set ever so lightly on the witch moved toward the base of her skull next, exploring her lengthy, silken hair. Its texture seemed to pique Daigo's curiosity : he ran several strands through his digits, marveling at how thick and lush it was. He could see that it was dark.
While Daigo learned about his strange visitor's appearance, his own face seemed to soften. The harsh lines in it eased, and he even took a half - step toward her. His ears picked up her breathing, which was notably calm in his presence ; the smell of her perfume came to his nose. He was fine to simply take her in for a moment, allow each of his senses to investigate her, and listen to what she said.
Daigo tiled his head thoughtfully at the mention of other humans and humans with gifts. He thought he saw them from time to time : when he plucked at the webs in the earth to find his bearings, occasionally a person's appearance would come back to him with almost forceful strength . . . and they were different. Like the butcher who was kind enough to sell him suspicious quantities of raw meat regularly, whose smile was full of too many teeth. Daigo discovered these last few years that this was another of his abilities ― that he could see beings on the earth for what they truly were even when no one else could. He taught himself not to react to it, but it was because of this that Melissa's insight didn't startle him as much as it once may have. Daigo wondered what the witch would look like to him, were they both to have their feet firmly planted on old and rich black soil.
( He possessed no way of knowing then, of course, that she would be the most beautiful thing he ever saw. )
Melissa's explanation, though, made Daigo freeze. His hand cupped her face, fingertips twined in her hair and the heel of his palm at the edge of her jaw. The creature could tell that Melissa believed what she said. Her conviction was plain, as was the depth of emotion behind every word. These statements were not paltry by any means ; they were real, defining truths that her very life was anchored to.
' I AM FAR FROM A MIRACLE, ' Daigo argued, stare downcast. ' AT BEST, I AM AN ABOMINATION. ONE OF THREE. I APPRECIATE YOUR VISIONS, MELISSA, BUT . . . I AM NOT WORTH IT. ' He repeated the same sentiment. That self - loathing was protective, and Daigo held to it firmly.
The creature pulled his hand away from her visage. Their conversation made him feel anxious and afraid, like an animal trapped in a corner. Daigo forgot that Melissa might be able to feel this with him, forgot that his other fingers were around hers. He had such a fearsome urge to itch. What he really was wanted to escape this body desperately. It churned up his insides and threatened to crawl out of his throat to the point that he raised his claws and dug them into the flesh of his neck. Without thinking about his audience, Daigo raked them downward with a whimper, hoping to peel away this ill - fitting body. The result was a ghastly mess. As the creature removed his sharp weaponry, his healing factor took over ; the torn ribbons of skin knitted itself back together. All that was left was the smear of fresh blood that he wiped onto the front of his garments.
With a last pang of resentment, Daigo completely separated from Melissa. He snaked a hand under the edge of his shirt to scratch fruitlessly, clicking softly. It was clear, no matter what he said, that he was not healthy : an overly - agitated spider with too little nourishment and no way to properly molt in an environment that didn't suit it. Couldn't suit it.
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leondxs · 2 months
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you find Leo in the midst of a meal and he greets you accordingly
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facesofthefog · 10 months
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[ Linked to this post ]
Bass has found a suitable toy quicker than he expected. Unfortunately for Jordyn (@disasters-of-dbd), he was to one to catch the Entity's interest. Be it a case of mistaken identity or just an opportunistic kill, the Bastard was finally able to play around.
TW under cut: character death, gore, blood
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neglectedbond · 7 months
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You see. . . .
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Sometimes I have a desire. . . .
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Though I don't act on it. . . I. . . dream about them.
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Perhaps it is all this bottled up RAGE. . . . Built up inside of me. . . .
So, sometimes. . . . I dream about killing. - Pluma to her therapist.
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medicalmystery7 · 3 months
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((gore warning but look!))
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dancingdevildemon · 2 months
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This is how my main man FIGHTS.
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goodkiitty · 3 months
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hey new voiceclaim just dropped for Nemmy!! i'm basing it off of Kaibutsu/P4 from Gin.ga Denset.su Weed!
yes you can laugh at me. i watch the dog anime.
(mun note: i dont know why tumblr hates me so, but if you want to hear the big brown dog talk skip to 10:10. can't seem to get it to play right then.)
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dracharenae · 1 year
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✹   —   who has two thumbs and survived her second traumatic brain injury ? ? ?
THIS BITCH.
i'll spare you guys the details. firstly, i'm sorry for the long disappearance ! ! ! i had a pretty gnarly head and body related injury, and, well . . . hospital + me = out of commission for a while. i'm happy to report i am doing better ! ! ! no concussion or permenant damage. i am going to try to get back into writing as soon as i can, i promise. i have missed you all, the community, the threads, etc.
on a dark humor related note, i've got a scar on my head now . . . but it's covered by my hair so i don't even get to show it off. : /
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bravevolunteer · 5 months
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what if we kissed on the wiki page for disembowelment
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meadowlarksabove · 11 months
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Based on a lil joke I have with my partner where we made up this soldier who makes courage the cowardly dog sounds at anything Gabban does. (I've also joked around with Gabban being like Freaky Fred before)
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leondxs · 13 days
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walking thru the woods when you notice blood dripping from above. Suddenly a severed arm falls to your feet. You look up and see a snoozing, blood-drenched leo laying limp from a tree branch.
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fried-manto · 2 years
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Random question Both IC and OOC:
What’s your favorite type of salad?
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Watermelon salad! Mari makes the best ones! I like the tofu ones as well, but that's more like Basil's favourites.
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...............Watermelon. Apple is ok too.
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