#lascerations

[coldresolve]

day 1, stitches

#art #goretober #lascerations #blood #self surgery

[thequietabsolute]

A poet is what he is in himself. Gertrude Stein used to distinguish between a person who is an 'entity' and one who has an 'identity.' A significant man is an entity. Identity is what they give you socially. Your little dog recognizes you and therefore you have an identity. An entity, by contrast, an impersonal power, can be a frightening thing. It's as T. S. Eliot said of William Blake. A man like Tennyson was merged into his environment or encrusted with parasitic opinion, but Blake was naked and saw man naked, and from the center of his own crystal. There was nothing of the 'superior person' about him, and this made him terrifying. That is an entity. An identity is easier on itself. An identity pours a drink, lights a cigarette, seeks its human pleasures, and shuns rigorous conditions. The temptation to lie down is very great.

— Saul Bellow, from Humboldt’s Gift

pg., 311

#can i be honesty for a moment while that’s still okay? #😌✌️ nothing on earth today makes me writhe around in anguished BOREDOM more than people talking endlessly about their ‘identities’ #boring boring boring boring #tedium upon boredom atop self lascerating self absorbed privileged boring fucks 🌿 #… ah. allow me these small outbursts of venom #saul bellow #humboldt’s gift #ts elliot #elliot #william blake #alfred lord tennyson #tennyson #blake #poetry #poet #poems #art #artist #english literature #american literature #quote #personal notes #gertrude stein

[dayurno]

ohhhhh i always imagined jean as a biter to self soothe and also like. possessive little puppy. but u have opened my eyes to kevin biting……. so good…… picturing 18 year old tired kevjean in the nest quietly biting at each other’s shoulders or the nobs of their wrists after a particularly awful day, for just a few minutes before kevin has to return to riko, and they absolutely do not speak of it. like a little nibble as a treat

YESSSS... YESSS.... its so cute its so so so cute i haven't stopped thinking about this ask since i got it its seriously so cute. of all kevin ships to me kevjean is the one that bites the most.

for me i think kevin is a problematic child and he usually bites jean's arm/shoulder/wrist then acts like its a lasceration when jean bites him back. part of it is because jean bites harder but the other part is really just being annoying. when he visits jean in usc and jean's forearm is covered in bite marks ten minutes in but the second kevin gets one on his cheek hes grabbing his face and going u uu uuuuuuu you bit me 🥹. very ridiculous

i feel like they could solve most of their issues if they just bit each other about it you know. it's cathartic and it causes harm without actually causing harm and you know there's the whole belonging aspect of it too its perfect. i need kevjean to be so weird with each other people wonder if the nest broke a few of their screws loose. weirdo4weirdo

#kevin bites first jean bites harder <- romance #ITS CUTE ITS REALLY CUTE....... biting is the ultimate form of love. no? #or am i just autistic #EITHER WAY so cute to imagine kevin visiting jean and before hello he just goes to bite him #its ok guys theyre bonding. theyre bonding #the trojans think jean is having wild insane sex and in reality hes just lying in bed with kevin biting each other back and forth #asks #kevjean #fav

[mayasaura]

Our dearest darling dead girl Gideon is neck and lascerated neck in the semi-finals for the @camebackwrong-tournament !!!

We have five hours to push our lesbian corpse prince into the finals, and give her the chance of a lifetime to go one on one with Buffy Summers!

VOTE HERE FOR GIDEON NAV

#gideon nav #the locked tomb #griddlehark #kiriona gaia #ntn spoilers #nona the ninth #polls #tlt polls

[owen-not-carvour]

i would love to hear your thoughts on how they sustained injuries in rtc that are symbolic to their characters! i personally think ocean got the worst of it next to Jane

OHHHHHHHHHHH OK!!!!! i am literally so sorry i took this long to answer but here we are!!! i finally finished it!! that’s what took so long.. i couldn’t think of anything for a few of them but now i have it all!!

thanks for asking this, by the way :)) it was a great reminder to a)finish making that and b) post it lol

now for the fun stuff,, however first off… these are really dark. and i apologize for that.. if you don’t want to read it i don’t blame you :)

and ofc this is in addition to all the broken bones and other stuff that really made them Dead yknow (everything i mentioned in my Very First rtc post lol)

that being said:

-ocean got the worst (second to jane ofc,, i agree w you on that); it’s “karma” of sorts for just. not being a nice person. she was still recognizable (obviously,, otherwise she’d be another jane doe..) but she was damn near close to Not being.. sorta like irony considering that out of all of them she wanted to be the most Known.

-noel got impaled by something (idk what or how.. but something).. as for the Reasoning,, this is gonna sound real dumb but yknow how he’s the most romantic,, it’s sorta like a morbid parody of the whole arrow/love thing you see everywhere. i just thought it fit…

-mischa: lascerations. because he isn’t from Uranium.. he’s separated from everything,, therefore he gets super sliced up to reflect that he’s Ukrainian and the rest are Not. therefore he gets a main injury that none of the others get. there be differences between them yknow.

-ricky was partially crushed (i mean.. they all were,, but since he was in the back he got crushed the most. ocean still got the 2nd worst Overall injuries though..) it’s another sadly ironic thing yknow.. the guy who’s legs don’t really work anyway got them crushed… yikes.

-nothing new for jane/penny.. i think her getting decapitated is symbolic enough already.. that’s actually how i got the idea to come up w these!!

-this was actually the hardest to think of,, but i think constance was just killed on impact! however i think Most (if not all) of them died on impact actually,, so Really i mean i just wanted her to suffer the least since she was actually pretty miserable in life,,, until it was almost over that is.. also bc this sorta contrasts with ocean. she got the worst,, so constance gets the Least. and it sorta reflects how everyone saw her as Just the nicest girl in town,, nothing else and just that! not to say it’s/she’s boring but there’s just nothing…. Else, i guess.. to say yknow. (don’t think this is me hating on constance though. i love her sm)

again!! thanks so much for asking! i love talking abt stuff like this and i love answering asks!!

#i love these characters so much!! #that being said #i want to make them bleed!! #ocean oconnell rosenberg #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #ricky potts #jane doe rtc #constance blackwood #ride the cyclone #rtc #asks!!

[softmatzohtruther]

i recently adopted a cat, just barely out of kittenhood, and living with him is both a joy and terror to me, a human male who is very much out of kittenhood. his jumping, scampering, and biting have added an element of chaos to my life. then, to add to the chaos, my roommate adopted another cat, this one very much a kitten, who wants to bite and lascerate every ankle that crosses her line of sight

i love them, but i am exhausted

HOWEVER! a promising development has occurred!

i pulled out some stuff from storage that belonged to my previous cat, a feline methuselah, who enjoyed my devotion for some years at the price of wearing a tiny sweater for my amusement. i put one of her sweaters on my current cat and have enjoyed over 24 hours free of feline nonsense. there is some kind of calming effect that a sweater has on a cat that is more powerful than all the hormone collars and diffusers ive wasted money on these past few months. THE ANSWER IS CLOTHING

my current mission is to take the other cat sweater i have and wrestle it onto the kitten trying to murder my feet. i will report back on this if i succeed

(obligatory picture of my cat, asher, in his sweater. notice how he is spending his morning chilling in bed with me instead of knocking over my plants?)

[spikybanana]

@wolfstarmicrofic - prompt: leather - canon complainant angst

Once again, Sirius had rushed for the door with his wand in such a haste that he'd forgotten his jacket. Once again, Remus returned alone to an empty house to be hit unexpectedly by lascerating pain, at the sight of the jacket hanging by the door. Once again, he packs it into an empty box, holding it at arm's length to avoid his tears from staining the leather. This time, he's even more certain that the jacket would never be worn again.

#wolfstar #microfic #wolfstar microfic #my writing #remus lupin #sirius black #wrote this in a public park #see I could have gone with smut but chickened out of writing smut in public park #marauders

[delicatebluebirdruins]

Jill Valentine’s Nightmares

because I’ve noticed some things and I want to mention them so feel free to talk with me about this (though any clowning will be blocked)

- so we start the resident evil nemesis remake with a news report with the transcript (taken from the cutscene segment of the wiki) of news reporters and police and finsihing with the umbrella corp rep

it starts with a Female Reporter: "This pandemic has spread faster than any disease in modern history—"/ Police: "You need to disperse immediately!" Female Reporter: "Angry mobs roam the city, burning buildings—" Male Report 1: "Authorities are bracing for more rioting tonight—" Male Reporter 2: "There are fires burning, there are people being beaten, there is looting—" Male Reporter 3: "He was knocked unconscious, he had severe lascerations all over this face—" Male Reporter 4: "A citywide emergency has been declared—" Man in Press Conference: "The CDC has quarantined the lower mid-western region of the USA—" Female Reporter 2: "Officials can't say—"

emphasis is mine and whilst this opening cutscene doesn’t describe exactly what the pandemic is (we the players do but characters don’t) and running around the city we see the evidence of looting i just wanted to bring added empasis to the part of how quickly this all came about in the remake

- Jills nightmare is not that long but it does say a lot about her that she dreams of being normal and the change coming over very quickly

Files in her apartment

investigation notes: “minor difficulties sleeping“ the same notes where she speculates how the virus spreads. Not realising that it could be spread by water only focusing on airbone infection

envelope: “barely eating, barely sleeping... I’m going crazy. I feel like the living dead“

and not eating enough makes you tired (nhs website on malnutrition)

and according to healthline not sleeping enough? outside of the obvious memory issues, trouble with thinking and concentration, issues with balance and increase chance of accidents across the board,

- when we get control of Jill looking out the window prompts her to say “whats happening out there”. I don’t live in a city so I don’t know how many noises of everything being shit happens in different areas but i’d imagine the horrible end of the world zombie hoard noise and simple human chaos noise are very different things

there are 13 pill bottles (i think) on her bedside table (i took a screenshot of it on my recent playthrough so i will post the picture seperately)

with Brad

Jill:“how did this all happen so fast“

Jill: “we've gotta be dreaming how could this many people be infected?“

definitions

fast: Acting, moving, or capable of acting or moving quickly; swift. Accomplished in relatively little time.

dreaming:  series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.

#resident evil #jill valentine #resident evil 3 #resident evil 3 remake #re talk #re3r defense squad

[kobrakids]

submit the flesh to lasceration gravity. it dont mean that much to me

#sorry i'm off my rocker

[therxtking]

Catch IN THE ARMMMMMS OF AN ANGEEEEEEL EOS~~

Well if there was anything to make you forget broken ribs and deep lascerations it would be a big beautiful lady. Though the pain was still terrible, the rat squeaked through raspy breaths and gave a weak, strained smile. His tail even wagged a bit. Proper speech wasn't quite on the table.

#gordon #king gordon #answered #asks #shiningsilverarmor #eos #**pretends he isn't dying

[coldresolve]

weve got a gore theme going today anyway, so have this old piece of when nor put a knife in claes' mouth and did a swoosh

#art #claes #cracks begin to form art tag #swoosh #blood #lascerations #face trauma #mouth trauma

[delectablywaywardbeard-blog]

Guardiola: "Phillips? Mi dispiace per lui, non lo vedo nella mia squadra"

Interpellato sul futuro di Kalvin Phillips, centrocampista classe 1995 della nazionale inglese, nonchè obiettivo di mercato della Juventus per gennaio, Pep Guardiola, tecnico del Manchester City, ha di fatto ammesso che il giocatore lascer&agr …source

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#Juventus tutte le notizie in tempo reale

[dayurno]

there’s never too long when it comes to kevjean hcs

on behalf of the fandom, please share more

YAY okay okay okay you speak for the fans like lorax speaks for the trees i love you for asking

jean's first year in usc was very rocky for one too many reasons but a good part of it was because jeremy 'i want you to love exy and have fun soooo bad' knox reminded him way too much of kevin when they were younger

although i think they'd argue often i'm also of the belief that they'd solve most of their arguments pretty quickly. if only because jean is in the habit of being annoyed by kevin and kevin is in the habit of smiling so cute and so pretty until jean forgets he didn't wash the dishes or feed the cats

jean is the servicest top to ever service top. you can disagree but you're wrong

even decades after evermore jean still wakes up at ass o'clock. he is both a morning person and incredibly self-disciplined so to him it's nothing at all to wake up at five every day. kevin is the exact opposite. their morning routine includes jean bodily picking kevin up from bed and putting him in the bath most mornings

kevin is REMARKABLY softer on jean in nearly all aspects of life. they would do a great job at hiding their relationship from their respective teams if it came to it, but the first time jean visited psu after they started dating kevin smiled (!!!??) and asked how his day was and every fox in the vicinity knew instantly

following on the previous one the foxes are always very offended by this. kevin often and unrepetantly gives jean a thousand concessions he would otherwise call them idiots for, praises him for a job well done all the time, worries and cares for him like every paper cut is a lasceration. everyone hates it when jean comes to visit because kevin gets so WEIRD

no one in the history of ever has doubted jean is kevin's favorite. no one but neil josten with a jealous streak

i was debating whether to add nsfw hcs or not but we aren't on third base yet my dear audience and i so let's keep it as it is

#basically jean is like if kevin had a puppy #a pitbull or a doberman or something like that. you wouldn't pet without asking its owner would you #the thing is i think kevins softness for jean doesnt even start as a romantic thing. when theyre friends kevin is just so guilty of #what transpired in evermore that he goes much easier on jean than anyone else #but then it kind of. stays? becomes habit instead of something done out of guilt #until one day jean gets hurt on a scrimmage or whatever and kevin's sermon is so long and so scalding the foxes are happy to not be him #its better if kevin doesnt favor you. actually #asks #kevjean

[human-antithesis]

Beneath the Shade of Thought

Let the time pass over its own curse and do nothing Forsake all strenght and let the abyss consume all light of hope Let this world that was supposed to be your home ends as ruins Break your vows and make your soul bleed till the mistakes are spared from your rotten flesh Disdain will be the constant remnant under the ashes of the lamentable hospice that isolated from life the most corrupted mind of the non-living

We are wounded, daring god’s will, with nothing to lose further our divine punishment We are exiled from this reign of dread and ashes We share our solitude in gloom, screaming and howling in the synapse As everything falls and dies Slowly the asphyxia compresses our lungs and numbs the mind Unable to behold clearly those gleams of absolution and hopeness We whisper our sins in silence Always in silence

All those dead faces we see and we're longing for The vast memory of the world we never belonged That's enough reason to make the ruins our home Severe is the rupture of the bridge between being alive and being human

Who will beg for us when our time comes to pay for everything we've done? Who will pronounce our name for last time when the chandelier of life goes out? We're condemned to wander eternally into the voidness We're bound to whisper our sins in silence Always in silence No one will carry our corpses into the sea of forgiveness We will rot forever... This hatred is ours

Poisonous memories keeps me alive from this inner pain of mine. And therefore my wounds are pure illness, my lascerated heart is bloat in pure deceitful hope, but the feeling itself keeps me breathing. The air burns my eyes and blinds me from inside. Behold my fall.

All the stigmas Draws my fate No reason Shall bring me peace All courses of life Are shattered by my will I'm (not) alive

No one whispers from the other side anymore Everybody's gone

Rising grief Falling sun Mourning soul Chanting void Embracing soil Beneath my grave Lies my stillborn hope

We take a step foward Towards the mist of anguish We sink ourselves Leaving behind all trace of hope Purging and crawling slowly falling Into the spiral of sorrowful bleakness Awaken but not lucid, you embrace this mist of anguish We bury the remnants from a dying past Leading our future below the sun Where no one could even fear nothing but themselves As the mankind is just the grave from a prevailing disease over our civilization Solitude, calmful, devoid of any splendor We walk over the ashes from ourselves, our names, our withered souls We, the forgotten ones We, the forbidden names We, the forsaken beings Death, this is our eternal life Eternal void

And so on, thoughts are drained Blood flows But it roots a lifeless being The futility of the past All moments subsides And the night tends to bound the rotten flesh on nerves The awakening is just the delirium's a wraith could long as it is banished from the entity's realm

Falling hollow Embracing void Wrath is born Wraith burns Hatred rises None of its wailings will fulfill the entity's pleasure

I observe from greyness of world How the faceless one devours our sun I should had vanished with past But now only tomorrow remains A new reign of thorns and anguish is awaiting But you, you're not coming with me You belong to a dead world Long-lost memories, that won't be ever again

And as soon as the fear rises No cry shall come to numb the mindcloud All the sins finally aligned in the dark We're witnessing the arriving of joyless And nostalgia is just the first pain of thousands to come They have come to stay forever And we're bound to stay here to wither away eternally

Let the poison burn in your heart Let the grief rot your brain Let the scars be re-opened once more And let the body bloat till burst So decay and us shall become one with void

Silence keeps me alive Once the night comes I am the mere shadow of my sins Once the waiting is over No vows shall be worth from any pain My divine punishment, just as eternal as the sun Once the night ends All these shapes of blood Draws any moment of ephemeral joy Your demise, my greatest failure.

#Soliloquy in darkness

[rottingguard]

Happy Place

A step down, puddle growing at my feet the water icy, colder than i've ever known i dip a foot down, shivering at the clawing freeze with a gasp and a squeeze of the nose, splash, down i go submerged and sinking bubbles around me as the light of the moon fades away all im left with is blue i close my eyes, count to 10, and open them and suddenly im no longer under water in my hand, a knife clasped, stained with old and dried red gripping it tighter, i hear your breath in front of me looking up, our eyes meet before either of us know it, this fantasy is spewing from your neck, words dashing one after the other to escape confinement fighting one another to get the first gasp of air soaking everything they touch, red recolors our memory a smile, a laugh, i decide i must simply keep going lascerations upon your paper, splitting words into many it goes and it goes by time i've had my fill, the water begins to flow into the room turning brilliant ideas into red, muddied water i open my eyes, floating on the water Shore is just ahead of me, and i leave to go dry off, and continue with the mundane

#poetry #15 #rottingguard

[philonob]

Decay but make it cute♥

Redraw of this old goretober piece :--)

#gore #guro #body horror #insect #lascerations #original art #original character #oc: tbn