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lucidicer · 6 months
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kirikiri1 · 1 year
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Hoop for Episode 115 - Taking Stock, for @rebeccafish23 who kindly donated to RAICES. Thank you!!
"I started to avoid eating the meat I was served, kept my feeding to the small portion of vegetables that he’d add to the side, more a garnish than anything else. It didn’t escape my notice that Cook was also hiding increasing amounts of his arm inside his coat when he spoke to me. First fingers, then the hand, then finally he kept the whole forearm tucked under his jacket so I couldn’t get a decent look. When I thought about it I’d get visions of Cook slowly reaching in, cranking the handle wildly with the other arm, while he pushed his skin and flesh into the whirring iron, mouth open and smiling, as it began to come through the mincer grate like a string of meaty bubbles. It made me feel ill, but I just couldn’t get it out of my head."
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dragons-and-art · 2 years
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Red Pearls
It's the spooky month! It's time to get spooky and play with blood, gore, and goth aesthetic! Maybe accidentally mix Alma with other charas in the process why not! hjgfjb
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bow-wowarts · 2 years
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Cw/ cartoon gore
first spooky drawing for this year! made this art of a old adopt thats still for sale on my th
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westofweirdstudio · 8 months
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Sometimes the way I feel can get so big I think my guts may all just fall right out of mouth. This one's for those shitty days. Here's to you shitty days.
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techno-syndrome · 3 years
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‘GAME OVER’
((right off the bat we start with a good one— we’re writing some dark materials ahead including NC, so please if that bothers you do not open. Know and be mindful of your triggers everyone; check the tags before reading. Thanks.))
Nicolette wasn’t a stranger to the night life of Paris. Her home was a major tourist city for people all around the globe; everyone wanted to see the Eiffel Tower or smoke cigars in restaurants, she assumed. Though most of them seemed to respect their boundaries, others had easily lost themselves in the designer drugs and high percentage alcohol that they sold. Paris was a popular city. It doesn’t mean it’s a safe one.
She knew this from a young age— stranger danger was like second nature to her. If someone comes up to you that you don’t know and they seem dangerous, run away and tell an adult. Then the situation would have been taken care of by adults. But now, 15 years later, she was the adult, exposed to the monsters that lurked in the shadows past midnight. Of course, Nicolette wasn’t stupid enough to be completely vulnerable. She took self defense classes in her free time, carried a pocket knife and an alarm around with her, made sure she worked extra hard at the gym so she could have a chance at overpowering an attacker. There was no way she would have allowed herself to endure such a cold, unforgiving demise at the hands of a creep. Not without a good fight.
Being in a band had always been fun for her. She got to do something she loved with the girls she loved even more. They were well known around the town and barflies alike would gather to come hear them rock out. Sometimes there would be a mosh pit in the middle of the bar. Other times there was an actual bar fight that caused significant damage— Nicolette would know from the way she nearly lost her left eye due to a thrown chair. Even then, she tried her best to stay with her group as much as possible in fear of getting hurt or them getting hurt. She was always ready to spring into action if some guy tried their luck with one of her friends. Men couldn’t be trusted and she knew that all too well.
So when she excused herself to go have a cigarette after a gig, she hadn’t noticed the taller, broader male that followed her out behind the bar. Fumbling with the lighter, she lit it and took a deep inhale. The smoke had to sit inside of her lungs for a few seconds for the nicotine to really kick in; Lord knows she needed it after all of that adrenaline. She laid back against a wall, taking a moment to admire at the skyline of Paris, getting the most heavenly view of the Friday night lights imaginable. All she did was trace the Tower’s beam all the way up to the tip with her eyes, then fall back down to the bottom where she could see cars rolling along the roads. People strolling down the street without a worry in the world, bikers going on their trek down the boulevard.
It was so beautiful.
Nicolette failed to notice, however, that she was practically defenseless. His hands easily snatched her up and began to grope her through her clothes, a panicked scream and immediate struggle signaling her distress. She successfully kneed him in the groin and started taking the valuable time to run away while stumbling. It was hard to run in platform boots.
Eventually she stumbled too hard and fell. As a last resort, she shakily fumbled for her knife. She wasn’t dying here. No way. She won’t allow it.
When she draws it defensively, his expression contorts into one of pure anger. He knew it was best to stop right there. But he was high, drunk off his mind, and in need of a good fuck.
This one, though. This one fought him off. And he hated that.
Immediately he attempted to grab her knife and struggled to do so over her tight grasp. She told him to stop— that she wasn’t worth all of the trouble and work he was putting forth. He growled in disagreement. It all fell upon deaf ears when he won the struggle. Attempting to get up and run away again resulted in him grabbing her arm and dragging her back to him. One arm wrapped around her arms and waist, the other pointing the knife at her neck. At this point she’s pleading, begging for her life through quiet sobs.
Please, let me go. I’m only 19.
That once beautiful view of the Paris skyline became one of the last things she saw while being held at knifepoint, one of the last things she admired as her vision became blurred and discolored. Warm blood began to pour down her chest and body where he had scored her just below the jaw. It didn’t take long for her to die, it was quick— almost painless. In one fluid movement he dropped her and the knife, stole a cigarette and lighter from her pocket, lit it and left abruptly. He left her to decay alone against the cold cement, in a place where people wouldn’t have found her for days.
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nonbenary · 4 years
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I finally made a moodboard of inspirations for the vibes of my benry
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grimcoffeecop · 5 years
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:) gonna have a go at Goretober! Kickin it off with Scout!
Day1: Experiment
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egguanodon · 5 years
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I can’t edit the photo to add a warning but SOME GORE HERE
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lucidicer · 5 months
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23 11 FAVES FOR 2023
looking at em all like this jesus i am all over the place ty @sikoi for the tag <3 bit the bullet and did it lmao
despite how much i struggle with being kind to myself about what i make i can at least say i've improved a lot since the beginning of the year in many ways
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kirikiri1 · 1 year
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Hoop for Episode 62 - First Edition, for an anonymous commissioner who kindly donated to The Okras Project. Thank you!!
"After almost twenty minutes of hurried writing, she stepped back, apparently waiting for the ink to dry. She then retrieved a clean scalpel from her cabinet, and, with a care she had not given the writing, she began to cut through the dead woman’s back, peeling away the skin upon which she had written and leaving behind a small patch of flayed flesh. She hung it, still dripping, upon a hook that I hadn’t noticed on the wall, then stepped over to the phone, and made a call."
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#embroidery #hoopart #tma #magnuspod #themagnusarchives #theend #catalogueofthetrappeddead #cwgore
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Super sad that I can't dress up for Halloween tomorrow. So have this throwback to a Bill!Wendy costest #me #personal #cosplay #cosplayer #wendycorduroy #billcipher #gravityfalls #cwgore #twgore #justincase #costest (at Birmingham Gardens)
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grahamoverby · 6 years
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Catching up on inktober with some horror #inktober #inktober2018 #bodyhorror #cwbodyhorror #cwgore https://www.instagram.com/p/BpGcYZ5BjaW/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=wizsy167ev46
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