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neopronouns · 2 months

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flag id: a flag with 7 stripes, which are dark purple, medium dark faded green, faded green-yellow, dull light yellow, red-pink, red, and dark faded red. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

oddexperitgirl/oddexperitwoman: a gender in which one is a girl/woman and that is related to being nonhuman/nonhumanity, weird things, experimental and avant-garde music, blood and gore, being weird/an oddball, experimental/weird art, unreality, and it/its pronouns

[pt: oddexperitgirl/oddexperitwoman: a gender in which one is a girl/woman and that is related to being nonhuman/nonhumanity, weird things, experimental and avant-garde music, blood and gore, being weird/an oddball, experimental/weird art, unreality, and it/its pronouns. end pt]

for anon! the top stripe represents it/its pronouns; the first and second represent nonhumanity; the top four represent weird things, experimental art/music, being weird, and unreality; the fifth represents being a girl/woman; and the bottom two represent blood and gore. the term is 'odd', 'experi' from 'experimental', 'it', + 'girl'/'woman'!

tags: @radiomogai, @liom-archive, @fem-mogai, @narcette, @genderstarbucks, @kiruliom, @sugar-and-vice-mogai | dni link

#oddexperitgirl #oddexperitwoman #oddexperitgal #feingender #fein #nohingender #nohin #my flags #my terms #new flag #new term #mogai flag #mogai term #mogai #blood ment #gore ment

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lavendorii · 1 year

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I'm going to break all of my ribs and pull out my heart and wave it around at all of my loved ones to show them that I love them. or I will smile in their direction... not sure which yet

#txt #im goning kind of insanw i am full of love #uhhhhhh #gore ment #??

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glambots · 3 months

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Worst part of working at Fazbear Ent.? Definitely the customer service parts.

Second worst part? Having to clean up after various mysterious "workplace accidents."

#the amount of blood you've had to scrub off of various surfaces #will haunt you forever #you hear of another worker going missing #or ending up in the hospital after an accident #and remember the giant blood spill you mopped up the day prior #it makes your stomach churn #you've had to pick hair clothing and bone out of machinery #you've found teeth and pieces of flesh scattered across the floor #blood splatters so high they reached the ceiling #being the cleanup crew would be a fucking nightmare #especially when you Know many parts of these cleanups have come from kids #gore ment #but only in the tags sorry

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buntress · 10 months

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[All IDs in alt text]

⚰️ Invicorpse ⚰️

[PT: Invicorpse]

An Inviane gender that can only be described by the following image.

[PT: An Inviane [Link] gender that can only be described by the following image. End PT]

Possible Pronouns + Titles under the cut

If you enjoy what I create, consider leaving a tip on Ko-Fi (link)! /nf

Tagging: @radiomogai @inviane-archive @gender-mailman (just think you'll like it!)

Possible Pronouns:

[REDACTED]/[REDACTED]s

Blood/Bloods

Cor/Corpse

Dae/Death

Flay/Flesh

Gore/Gores

Grave/Graves

Grim/Grims

Me/Meat

Rot/Rots

🥩/🥩s

🍖/🍖s

🫀/🫀s

🩸/🩸s

🦴/🦴s

[PT: [REDACTED]/[REDACTED]s, Blood/Bloods, Cor/Corpse, Dae/Death, Flay/Flesh, Gore/Gores, Grave/Graves, Grim/Grims, Me/Meat, Rot/Rots, 🥩/🥩s, 🍖/🍖s, 🫀/🫀s, 🩸/🩸s, 🦴/🦴s]

Possible Titles:

The Flesh

One* Who Consumes

The Creature

Ze* Who Hungers

The Starving Corpse

[PT: The Flesh, One* Who Consumes, The Creature, Ze* Who Hungers, The Starving Corpse]

*Replace this with whatever pronouns is comfiest!

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neopornouns · 8 months

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flag id: a flag with 11 stripes. the second and tenth stripes arey wavy while the rest are straight. the third and ninth stripes are largest, the first and eleventh much smaller, the fourth, fifth, seventh, and eighth smaller than those, the second and tenth smaller than those, and the sixth smallest. they are near-black, very dark pinkish-red, extremely dark silver, dark pinkish-red, medium dark pinkish-red, bright pinkish-red, medium dark pinkish-red, dark pinkish-red, extremely dark silver, very dark pinkish-red, and near-black. end id.

banner id: a 1550x200 dark pink-red banner with the words ‘minors dni + please read the rest of my dni before interacting. those on my dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. end id.

gorotic: an erotic gorture gender

[pt: gorotic: an erotic gorture gender. end pt]

for anon! flag uses the gorture flag's format and colors i associate with eroticism, and the term is 'gor' from 'gorture' + 'rotic ' from 'erotic'!

tags: @mogaigonewild, @lewdmail-gender | dni link

#minors dni #gorotic #gorture #gotin #gotingender #my flags #my terms #new flag #new term #mogai flag #mogai term #mogai #mogai after dark #mogaidult #18+ mogai #adult mogai #nsft #gore ment #sort of

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gender-mailman · 1 year

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Goritaorganum!

An objectum / conceptum label, where one is attracted to body's inner workings, vital organs like lungs, heart or immune system, etc, but in a (explicit) gory way

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some pronouns:

no pronounss for this one

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Coined by me. Requested by no one. tagging @hypnosiacon for making Vitaorganum!

#goritaorganum #objectum #conceptum #mogai term #mogai flag #mogai label #liom label #mogai coining #pro mogai #mogai safe #pro liom #liom safe #gore ment

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kiwi-smoothi · 5 months

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Hey, I feel a really really strong need to remind people.

DO NOT REFERENCE REAL GORE FOR YOUR GORE ART.

It is disrespectful and unethical. Most photos of gore are not ethically obtained or lack consent from parties involved. You want ethical gore ref? Horror. Look at slasher films. Look at the Saw franchise.

Most people do not know what the inside of a person looks like accurately. You do not need to be 100% anatomically accurate for something most people have never seen before.

Again.

Real gore is not an ethical reference. Use movies. Those are human beings who went through horrible things. Stop looking at their mutilation for your gore art.

#art #art reference #inside the blender #tw gore mention #gore ment tw #gore mention #gore ment #this is genuinely a shock that it has to be repeated #and if you know what au I'm talking about #im not mentioning it anymore beyond whats already been said

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blue-phoria · 6 months

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Shamura, browsing AO3: Yuck… All those disgusting people, I would never make stories like that!!! Kallamar: I found a stash of dead dove stories under your bed. Leshy: I found a stash of actual dead doves in your fridge. Shamura: …those were confiscated.

#cult of the lamb #cotl #dead dove #gore ment

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formalmess · 8 months

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i'm curious now. what is the darkest fic you have written

hmm.... well, only issue there is that i've compiled a list of 22+ fics i've written that could compete for the title, so i can't tell you one for certain. and of course, that answer might change depending on what element of darkness/horror scares you the most.

(INCOMING: long musings and thoughts abt darkness and horror in fics below, plus references and direct dialogue from GRAPHIC, unhappy, angsty stories. if reading about mario characters in distress makes you sad, please don't read. please, oh please, proceed with caution if you keep reading...)

i think something about horror that is so interesting is how differently some people approach it.

does gore squick you out the most? how about manipulation? psychological torment? jumpscares? horrifying implications? betrayal? alien lifeforms? body horror? there are so many facets to horror, and something one person might find fascinating, another might find appalling, and vice versa.

it's also what i think makes horror so compelling to explore in a fictional setting: emphasizing our inherent human fears into something fantastical and horrific, something to make us squirm in our seats.

for example, in everyday life, we might feel betrayed if a friend talks behind our back, but what happens if we amplify those feelings tenfold? as such, i've written a sum of stories that primarily center around manipulation, psychological torment, and the aftermath of betrayal. for me, i've always found those stories the scariest, whether in my writing or in popular media.

"How could you let this happen?" Luigi's words came first upon the realization, screaming as though someone else were in control of his voice. Hot tears streamed down his face, the anguished man wailing and sobbing, feeling nothing but the overwhelming need to hurt someone: to somehow find a way to make someone pay and avenge the mistake that had been made. "ANSWER ME!" --2020

You tried to block it all out. It would be over soon, it would be over soon, so please, please stop screaming, please, please, please, you didn’t want to do this-! --2020

there's also horrifying implications. i love to mess around with universes and worlds where things are uncanny, or plain wrong. perhaps a rift in the universe has left everything out of sorts?

or, more specifically, someone has been trying to create clones of you after murdering you in an act of desperate passion, but they keep falling and all of the clones resent their misguided creator... hahaaa..

He wanted to make another right then and there, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He wanted to tear his hands off and banish his dreaded ability of creation. He wished he couldn’t do this anymore. He sat there, alone, drowning in guilt as he sobbed loudly. Any bastardized copy wouldn’t suffice, no matter what he tried.

He jumped a bit, nearly slipping on the mystery residue at his feet. As soon as his vision got adjusted with the darkness, he fought the urge to scream in terror. If it weren’t for the fact that the other person across from him were upside down, and that their jaw was lopsided from their face, he would have sworn he was looking into a mirror. He was gazing right into a pair of dead, soulless eyes. And they were his own. --2020 [same fic as above]

manipulation? torment? why not.

"Now… you don't want your dearest brother to get hurt, now do you? You wouldn't do anything at all to jeopardize his safety." A smile. "Isn't that right, Mario?" --2021

and, based on people's impressions to FYE, at least, angst always lends itself well to horror, doesn't it? regret? grief? people being scared and sad together? it's a most deadly combination.

He damned the jester as he sat alone in the claustrophobic space with only Peasley’s rotting corpse as his company, wishing for death as the stench of spoiling fibrous flesh filled his nose. He sniffled, beginning to sob, fidgeting ever so slightly as he thought about how if he had only been stronger, only been quicker, this could have been different. They could have escaped the clutch of the void's songbird call. And he could have saved his beloved husband's life. --2021

and of course... gore. gore is pretty self-explanatory.

With a final sickening crunch and tear, the prince's neck was sliced clean off his shoulders, rolling away from the rest of his body with an unceremonious thud. --2018

With his caught in between the descending platform and the ground, there was no stopping what came next. With a sickening crunch, it pressed down, hard. It pulverized his arm beyond dust: gore and blood pooling from the spot as he screamed in anguish. Shock made him go numb. His vision was hazy. --2020

'starland', which is on my ao3, was actually going to be far more gorey than fye. but, alas, i lost the muse for that one. maybe someday, it will be continued...

and there's been many other generally dark stories as well. to provide just an inkling of context, i've written many before and after fye about dimentio being a general awful person to luigi and others, killing and torture abound. i've written a lot about super dimentio too! they're a really fun fusion to analyze. side fun fact: if you've read 'love like you' on my ao3, i have written a 'bad end' version of that... for full angst potential, you know.

i've also written plenty other "horror movie" versions of the mario franchise too. if you see fye as the "saw" of the mario universe, then i have others for various different franchises. i also have one piranha plant gijinka i made in 2018 who is an actual menace to society. whatever page he graces, he creates a mind-bending squickfest full of viscera. i know i have made various people sick with the fics i feature him in.

but to answer your question, my personal pick for my darkest fic is one i have is called 'tender', written in late 2021 — which was a working title as some point, but now it has stuck. while not very gorey, it is very heavy on the psychological torture and torment that scares me (personally) the most. in addition, it is one i will always only keep between me and my innermost circle of trusted comrades. the reason why? well, i actually haven't really written a darkfic since then, because i thought after finishing, "i've done it. i've written the darkest fic known to man" and thought there was no way i could possibly outdo myself. and since then, i have not been able to! makes my tummy twist just thinking about it. true horror there, that one.

context for these dialogue pieces? context for the fics i've alluded to? no....... you will simply have to draw your own conclusions... mwahahahah!!!!!!

or come and chat with me, haha! i'm always happy to talk about horror, but i like to do it outside of posting publicly since i know this is certainly not everyone's cup of tea.

well, i think that's a sufficient answer. here's to even more dark fics in the future!

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crash-bump-bring-the-whump · 1 year

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AMoW March Trope-A-Thon Day 6 - Team Dynamics (Rescue)

Hehehehe Bastian and Mariano love each other and god help you if you get between them

TWs: brief references to dehumanization, blood, guns

Whoever thought that kidnapping him was a good idea was probably going to get fired if they survived this, Bastian thought. They had guns, yeah, and knives and other weapons, and they were keeping him locked up with so much steel that he'd have to shatter himself to shift at all. Technically, they were doing everything right if they wanted to try harvesting his parts for the black market.

They had not, evidently, taken his food service manager of a roommate into account. They had not done quite enough research into Bastian to realize who he was dating. They had not realized that Mariano Cross was Mariano Ortiz, of whistle-blowing, war-criming infamy.

They were going to learn who Mariano Cross was.

Bastian heard the screams above him, silver eyes idly tracing the path that Mariano was cutting through the building. He was down a few floors in some dingy little cell-slash-closet. Mariano knew exactly where he was, and had been sprinting in a direct line to the nearest staircase that would take him to his dragon since he arrived and was discovered.

A few pops sounded off above. Another scream. Really, Bastian was just astounded about the mileage that Mariano got out of one ten-inch hunting knife. Sure, it was meant to be used as a focus, but he'd felt the heat that radiated off of it when Mariano casted.

He wondered how Mariano fit this sort of thing into his head. Of course, he was definitely being shot at up there, and they'd definitely attempted to tase or beat Mariano throughout the rescue, and yeah Bastian had been kidnapped and sort-of tortured for black market purposes, but...was he okay doing this? Was he going to wake up and be still and silent some night that week and not come to Bastian's room?

Maybe it was the fact that it was a rescue that made it slot into place for him. Bastian had a feeling that even if it hadn't been nice, Mariano probably had asked to get him back. He was funny like that.

More pops, more screams, both closer this time. Just down the hall. If he looked at the crack between the door and carpet, he could see the brilliant light moving as Mariano swung his knife and launched blasts of magic.

When it all fell silent and a shadow cut through the light that crept in, Bastian relaxed. Just past this steel door was his mage. The tip of a glowing knife forced its way between the door and door frame, lighting up the closet-cell like the midday sun was streaming in. Slowly, methodically, Mariano brought the blade down, melting through the latch that kept the door closed.

Finally, when it swung open, a gore-splattered Mariano fell to his knees in front of Bastian. Relief swept over his usually-flat expression, and warm, dark hands cupped Bastian's face. Behind the metal muzzle that kept his jaws locked together, Bastian smiled.

"Bastian, I'll have you out of there in just a moment. We shouldn't be bothered." He said, sliding one gloved hand under the metal that bound Bastian's hands together. Carefully, as though he were slicing into a delicate dessert, Mariano cut through the chains towards his own fingers.

Bastian watched him pull his hand away unscathed, shaking it to dissipate the heat before repeating the process on the next set of restraints. Over and over, like he could do it in his sleep, he guarded Bastian's skin from the heated blade and metal. How many times had he done this without the casting gloves that Bastian had insisted on buying? How many of those little burn scars layered onto his fingers were from doing this very maneuver?

The feeling of the muzzle being fully sliced away brought Bastian out of his thoughts. "Can you stand?" Mariano asked, lifting it away from Bastian's face. "Did they hurt you?" He offered Bastian a hand up, as though he wouldn't just be tugged to the ground.

"Nah." Bastian said, taking Mariano's hand and bracing himself against the wall with the other. "They didn't have a chance to do anything but argue."

"Good, good." Mariano said, sliding his hands over Bastian's shoulders and down his arms. It was like he couldn't quite believe that Bastian had hardly been touched. Carefully, like he might break his dragon if he was too rough, Mariano stood on his tip-toes and pressed a delicate kiss to Bastian's lips. "Come, let's, let's get out of here. I don't want to know if they had a chance to call any friends. My shoulder is going to be sore enough tomorrow as-is."

#amow tropeathon 2023 #team dynamics #rescue #Mage of violence #Dragon of diamond #Blood #Gore ment #Guns /#Dehumanization ment

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oceanic-recollection · 5 months

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ok so EA was trying to detach aer puppet and ended up kinda rushing. While doing that, hae messed up and ended up pulling the puppet off the arm, which unfortunately is what all the puppets organs were attached to. And so most of the puppet came off but the organs. Did not

<TSF> ...

<TSF> i think

<TSF> im gonna be sick

#tsf #ask #anon #idle chatter #lore #gore cw #gore tw #gore ment #gore mention

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neopronouns · 7 months

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flag id: a flag with 11 stripes. the second and tenth stripes arey wavy, the fourth has evenly-spaced triangles along its top edge, and the eighth has evenly-spaced triangles along its bottom edge while the rest are straight. the third, fourth, eighth and ninth stripes are largest, the first and eleventh much smaller, the fifth and seventh smaller than those, the second and tenth smaller than those, and the sixth smallest. they are near-black, dark red, extremely dark red, faded red, very dark red, dark orangish-red, golden brown, light gold, extremely dark faded blue, dull purple, and extremely dark faded purple. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

gorturseity: a gorture and deurseity gender

[pt: gorturseity: a gorture and deurseity gender. end pt]

for anon! flag combines the gorture and deurseity flag formats and colors, and the term is 'gortur' from 'gorture' + 'urseity' from 'deurseity'!

tags: @radiomogai, @gender-mailman | dni link

#gorturseity #gorture #gotin #gotingender #deurseity #deuin #deuingender #my flags #my terms #new flag #new term #mogai flag #mogai term #mogai #gore ment #kinda

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you--cant--run · 6 months

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X:\Users\@galaxofmuses\STARTERCALL.txt

Skyler has found himself within yet another Red Ring Zone. This one... seems pretty standard, from what he's likely encountered. Shoddy blood and miscellaneous bits of carcass litter what remains of Green Hill, the once beautiful, clear water has all run stark red like blood, etcetera. You get the drill.

But there's something odd, still. That being: how light he feels... like he's in a dream. But this isn't one, right? He must know by now it's more like a nightmare come true.

Furthermore, he isn't there long before he can just... sense something shift in the air around him; like a shiver up his spine.

Something is behind him.

[HELLO, S0NIC THE HEDGEHOG.] A voice practically screams into his ear, aiming to get him to jump. It giggles regardless of how he reacts, and floats back a ways above him, trembling fists rising to its cheeks in excitement, grin adorning them growing wider, and wider, tearing the flesh. It rests there.

[HAHA! OH MAN, I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER SHOW UP. WEREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE THE FASTEST TH1NG ALIVE...?] It manages to taunt, despite actually being a little anxious. This is its hero. It's totally fangirling out right now.

#⚠️HIDE AND SEEK // .ic #galaxofmuses #hi you dont gotta match length! let me know if this works :]#gore ment #gore ment tw

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confessyourpuyosins · 1 year

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Half of my Puyo Puyo writing never sees the light of day because it usually ends up being really really violent and gorey...

Not my fault these people live in a world where people can easily rip doors of hinges, punch boulders to dust, blow up moons, and split planets...

What is my fault tho that I HC Arle and Schezo as having no sense of self preservation because they are effectively immortal with Ressurectia so they both just mutilate their bodies horribly to get out of a bind...

I'm just good at writing gorey scenarios for a children's puzzle game... That's all...

youere the only one on this fucking puzzle game fandom that understands me

#gore mention #gore ment #??!?!??!??!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?????#i mean this mostly as a joke but like #i enjoy thinking abt these idiots and their stupid immortality #like yesss fuck everything up forever #mod jug

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abbeyabominable · 5 months

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hmmm

“You are embarrassed about your blood, its redness, the way it is just coming out of you with no concern for anyone’s feelings. You are … embarrassed to be alive.”

- Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House

The rabbit’s head is bleeding.

Bright red, dark crimson, its coat is drenched in a sunset of flesh. You are drenched in it, too. Your hands: pink palms and red, red, red fingertips.

You found it in your locker. It’s Valentines Day. The head was tucked inside a heart shaped box, the ones full of chocolate. You’ve never held one in your hands. It is your white whale, your absentee lover. You smiled when you saw it: the lace trim around the edges and glitter on the lid, flaking off, falling to the floor, turning the ground into a disco. You held the harpoon in your hand and penetrated the creature, feeling its meat cave underneath your pressure.

You want to be wanted.

And then you opened the box, you saw the bloody thing, the severed head, instead of the chocolates and admiration you expected. Your first thought was, I wish I was loved, and your second was, oh, dear God.

You might have screamed, or maybe you whispered, or maybe you were silent. You drop the box on the floor. The vinyl is splattered red, and you know your shoes will squeak when you walk away. If you walk away. The rabbit’s mouth falls open as it hits the tile, and out falls a note on it lolled tongue, ballpoint ink on lined paper, wet with saliva.

It reads: Some-BUNNY loves you!

Maybe your white whale is dead, after all.

You pick it, slowly, off the ground, how you imagine one peels roadkill from the bottom of a tire, meaty fruit leather from parchment paper. You hold it, cupped between both hands. Only then do you notice how the head pulsates, how its eyes blink:

The rabbit is alive. The head is living.

You are going to be sick. You always feel sick. The blood pools between your fingers. You wonder how long it will take for it to congeal, whether it may form the shape of your fingers if you stay here long enough. The scent fills your nose, covers your tongue. It is metallic and sweet, like an old A.C unit, like a broken hymen. You feel bile collecting in your throat, and you rush to a nearby trashcan. The puke falls out of you like you have no sphincter, and you wonder if you ever had one at all. Your vomit is the brown, chunky glaze on a donut made of plastic wrappers, paper, and coffee grounds. You can imagine yourself biting into it, how the crumbs would fall into your lap and how you would look at yourself in the mirror after eating it, disgusted, the sweet taste turning rotten on your tongue. You look away.

The head’s eyelashes are long and tangled. They frame the rabbit’s small, red eyes, but it is not albino— instead, a rich, caramel brown. It doesn’t look right. It is a rejected creature from Noah’s Arc, it escaped the flood by swimming, by willpower. No one wanted it alive. It lived anyways.

The rabbit is a heart, its ears the atriums, its eyes the vena cavas, and the big, gaping wound where its neck was, the aorta. Blood is coming from everywhere. The rabbit is more blood than flesh. With each throb of the head, more blood comes from its arteries. The more vibration, the more blood, with clots even spewing from the stump.

#gore ment #animal death ment #blood ment

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neopornouns · 4 months

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flag id: a flag with 7 stripes, which are black, near-black, dark red-pink, red-pink, medium dark red, dark red, and very dark red. end id.

banner id: a 1550x200 dark pink-red banner with the words ‘minors dni + please read the rest of my dni before interacting. those on my dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. end id.

kinklustgoric: a gender related to blood on one's body, lustfulness, dark kinks, and gore

[pt: kinklustgoric: a gender related to blood on one's body, lustfulness, dark kinks, and gore. end pt]

for anon! the top two stripes represent kinks, the next two lustfulness, and the bottom three blood and gore. the term is 'kink', 'lust', 'gor' from 'gore', + 'ic'!

tags: @mogaigonewild | dni link

#minors dni #kinklustgoric #my flags #my terms #new flag #new term #mogai flag #mogai term #mogai #mogai after dark #adult mogai #mogaidult #18+ mogai #nsft #blood ment #gore ment

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