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#tw: heavy gore
crowberri · 5 months
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[Inscryption] Wonder where he got that dubious pile of meat from
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apathetic-arsonist · 1 year
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Yeah ms paint is really fun actually i got carried away
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I keep calling magiturge thaumaturge cuz of the scp foundation 😭
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Go3lms✨
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Burgers on my mind
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Nevadas ickiest lil guy✨❤️
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dreamybasil · 8 months
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Please... Stop... That... Hurts...
(Basil steps back and finally gets a good look at Ash.)
(HEAVY GORE AHEAD)
(There is blood all over the walls. Ash has been stripped clean of their "organs", now barely connected, stapled and nailed to the wall, their chest and limbs slit open, and their skull exposed in some places. Their heart hangs above their head, stuck to the wall, and you can almost make out...
An eye in the darkness.)
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(Blink, and it's gone.)
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". . . . ." "What.. did they do.. to you..?" [BASIL felt a cold up his spine and he fell onto his knees, hyperventilating. BASIL was traumatized from the scene infront of him.] ". . . Did I.. fail.. to protect you..?" (.. I'll be honest, I literally teared up from this-- Both from how traumatizing it is and I feel bad for Ash.. And from HOW FUCKIN BEAUTIFUL IT IS PLEASE TAECH ME HOW TO DRAW GORE--)
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ask-idv-shepherd · 1 year
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can you pls tell us more about your wife???
TW: Mentions of heavily implied Gore and body mutilation. Read at your own risk.
"M-My wife…?"
Shuddering at the thought, the Shepherd held his head feeling dizzy. He dreaded the day this question would arise. With his lip quivering, the Shepherd scoffed.
"N-No. I won't— Graahhh!!"
Falling to his knees, Pearce shook, the mark on his head pulsating rapidly. Shakily raising his hand, the Shepherd looked fearful.
"N-No… No Alu, DON'T!"
Prying open his jaws, the survivor bit his hand, seeing to be tense before relaxing. Forcing his head up, a pair of slitted eyes stared back. Smiling, the man stood.
"Let's talk about my recent sacrifice, shall we?"
Extending a hand, 'Pearce' smirked, tilting his head. Almost as if it was mocking. Sneering at the thought of his wife, that demented grin was plastered on his face.
"Olivia Whittaker, a feisty lady lemme tell you. Back when she was alive, she supported her husband, loved him up until her murder. Hell, I couldn't believe that foolish human thought he could protect anyone! And look at him now! A broken man!"
Leaning forward, the demon cooed.
"I gotta say, a loving wife, even though she was hard on him, he'd really hit the jackpot! Leaving his previous cultist life behind to start anew, like a phoenix! Alas… When your spouse is curious like her, it only gets you killed in the end."
Spreading out his hands, the demon laughed. Almost as if talking about such a topic was true entertainment for him. Calming himself down, the monster wiped a tear from his face.
"And when she found out about the harrassment Pearce was going through? What did my little obedient servant do? Sit down and have a chat over a nice cup of freshly brewed tea? No…"
Tilting his head, a sickening snap came from the man's nevk, a grin ferocious and blood thirsty. Still smiling with sharpened teeth, the beast continued.
"He gutted her like a pig. Revealing all parts of her inside and out, why even the good man severed her lower half to preserve his beloved's chasity from those depraved hounds…"
"She's still strung up there, in their old home, down in the celler. Rotting while my marker is intact. You know, she's in here too, watching over us, over him. And I hope one day…"
"I relish at the thought that she will kill him, just as he did to her…"
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sapphickx · 2 months
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looks like it's valentines day in teufort again...
[close-ups under cut]
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nothingbutlimbo · 1 year
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Redrew my favorite meet them all frames! 💥
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ghosts-and-glory · 2 months
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I started this like two months ago but finally got time to wrap it up. I love this stupid cat’s final form. Idk why this low key looks like a heavy metal album cover but it does.
I spent a many hours manually painting the gore just to cover most of it in shadows. And i have mixed feelings about the lettering
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factual-fantasy · 1 year
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A lot of people have been asking about my version of Bowser and what he’s like. And my answer is that he’s a lot more cruel than canon Bowser. He is ruthless, he is powerful. And he is more than willing to kill you to get what he wants.
People have also asked about when the Bros witnessed the power of a 1-up mushroom for the first time, and what exactly happened.. When the bros invaded Bowser’s castle to rescue Peach, Bowser was not fazed. Countless Toads and Delfinos had made the dangerous journey to his castle, only to be erased by one swipe of his claw. And Mario was no different. Without the protection of the Fire flower, he was dead in one strike.
The thing that set Mario apart from the other so called “hero’s”, the thing about him that struck fear in Bowsers heart. Was that after being killed. Mario stood back up. And not only that, but he knocked Bowser out with one blow to the face. Bowser didn’t even know what hit him before he collapsed.
As Mario was escaping with Luigi and Peach in tow, Bowser was furious. This plan he’d been crafting for years was destroyed by one small man. Bowser spoke out of line. “This isn’t over”. A threat to strike again.
Bowser didn’t think this creature could scare him more than he already has. But its when Mario made a promise. A promise to one day return, and kill him. That Bowser realized how truly outmatched he was. And he did not try to prevent them from escaping.
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t4t-scout · 5 months
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Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches
The last time I needed twenty stitches <3
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starry-bi-sky · 29 days
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my body's aching like a knock-down drag-out
and my poor heart is an open wound A Childhood Friends Au snippet that very briefly delves into Danny's life post-accident. CW: Mild Mentions of Blood, Violence, VERY mild gore ig. Danny briefly recalls getting impaled during a fight.
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What they don't tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it can hurt. That it can hurt more than when you were alive. That when you die, the emotions you die with stick with you like a leech that just won't let go. That emotions are ugly little thorns that stick their barbs into you and grow beneath your skin; or, at least, whatever’s left of it. 
Danny is familiar with anger. It kept him warm in Gotham, when his parents weren't home from work and he and Jason were crowding Crime Alley with their presence. It kept him warm in Amity, when the fresh sting of moving was still needling into his heart and he wanted nothing more than to rip and tear into the closest person next to him.
He's familiar with violence. With fights. With death. He's seen people die in Crime Alley probably every day. From overdose, from gunshots, from stab wounds; anything that can kill, rest assured he's seen it. He's familiar with getting his own knuckles rough and bloody when other kids turn and bare their teeth at him and Jason; they're all just starving dogs stuck in a fighting pit, primed and ready to rip out each other's throats. 
Black eyes, stomped hands, bloody noses. You name it; he’s had it. Gotham is paved with the blood of her children, and Danny likes to imagine that when he was born, the doctors handed his mother a file and told her; “Take it. He’s going to need it for his teeth.” 
Danny’s mom (and dad, for that matter) was too busy trying to keep him and Jazz fed, so Danny stole the file from her drawer with Jazz’s help, and did it himself.  
He’s familiar with anger, he thought he was getting better at it these days. It doesn’t come to him as easily as it did before. Of course, that was before Jason died. 
Danny is less familiar with grief. Caring kills and Gotham kills the caring, so Danny cares very little about other people. Or he tries to. But grief hurts. His grief hurts. It hurts too much. It hurts like a bug trying to crawl out of his chest; like a rat chewing a hole through his heart. Some days he wants to dig his hands into his hair and split himself down the middle. Some days he just wants to scream. 
He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead. 
He wants the whole city to hear him wailing, some days. It sticks itself in the back of his throat like bile, and Danny is one wrong retch away from letting it loose. It sticks in his lungs like all the tar he’s smoked in since he was nine. It pushes and aches at his temples, in his head, like his brain is trying to swell out of his skull. His thoughts becoming so loud they threaten to commandeer his tongue.  
He has no mouth, but he must scream. 
Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it hurts more than when you were alive. Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it’s violent. That it’s bloody. Or as bloody as it can be when everyone has no blood. 
Another thing they don’t tell you about being dead, is that it’s a lot like Gotham that way.
With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies forget death itself. Blood comes easy, like water, and teeth are encouraged. Bring your own fangs to the fight. Dying is something you can just walk off. 
Danny’s been dead for three months. He can’t say he’s been walking it off easy. He’s perfected the art of turning his nails into claws since his heart was still beating, but he can’t say he’s perfected fighting other ghosts. 
Scrappy is just not enough. 
He feels like he’s back in Gotham again. Back in her death-shroud alleyways, fighting someone bigger than him. But there’s no Jason to watch his back, and Danny has to get himself out of there alone. Or he might just not get up at all. 
Black eyes, busted lips. It’s familiar to him like an old scent, Danny isn’t quite sure that he’s missed it. It’s more familiar than his fights with Dash. 
But there’s no one else who can do it but him. Not Sam, not Tucker. He can’t lose them too. He can’t. He can’t. He can’t. His heart can’t take another break, he already feels like he’s going insane. 
With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies fight like death themself. He learns why when Technus puts a street sign through his stomach one day. It pins him to the asphalt like a moth pinned by its wings. 
Danny claws at the metal like how an animal caught in a trap chews off its leg, and every move is blinding pain. He thinks he was howling, but it’s hard to tell. He couldn’t recognize the sound of his voice. 
He bleeds green. It mixes in black with the pitch blackhole in his heart, which throbs and twists and cries in time with his reckless panic. The finger-choking terror of dying again strangles out the air he doesn’t need. His blood evaporates, only to reabsorb into him. It just bleeds out again, cycling like a snake eating its own tail. 
Danny breaks his nails clawing at the metal, and eventually gets it in his mind to pull it out. So he does, and the end drips ectoplasm green as he gets to his feet. In red-vision, Danny sends the sign back with snarling, vicious fervor. The pain is irrelevant in his rage.
Only after the fight does the hole the pole left start to close. Danny doesn’t shift human until it’s gone. Unlike other injuries, a scar stays behind. Ugly; mottled, it aches for a week with every twist and stretch his body makes. He hates it. 
Being dead is agony. 
Every part of him is in pain. Every step, every word he speaks, everything he does, it is prerequisite with pain. The body is temporary, but the soul is forever, and death has carved into it with its freezing green hands and left him with never-ending heartache. It has torn from him and stolen what of him it could, and in return it’s left him with sorrow. 
His pain is his grief, and he’s sobbed in the safety of his room more times than he can count. It’s still as fresh as the day he heard the news of Jason’s death. He knows, instinctively, that it will stay fresh forever. 
In his room, Danny shoves his hands over his mouth and shrieks in whatever, muffled way he can into his pillow. It’s not enough. It’s never enough. He needs to be louder. He needs to be heard. He refuses to be. 
Being dead hurts. 
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haveyouheardthisband · 3 months
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ecto-hazard · 4 days
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I like this weird old man
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roachcult · 8 months
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Commission for @tythehorrorguy
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lilyginnyblackv2 · 1 year
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“Two Heterosexual Men”- Buddy Daddies - Episode 8 - SPOILERS!
Saw someone on r/anime describe Kazuki and Rei like this in the comments on a post. Like, I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt that they made that comment before Episode 8 dropped. But, if they didn’t, I’m seriously just sitting her thinking how? The subtext this episode was astronomical:
First we have the parallel of Yuzuko (who is slightly older) finding Kazuki (who is slightly younger) at his lowest point and Kazuki (who is slightly older) finding Rei (who is slightly younger) at his lowest point:
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Both of these meetings took place around “flowers” that have ties to romantic love. Hydrangeas mean “true geniune love” and Mistletoe (the name of Kyu’s cafe) is associated with kissing under.
Then we have the fact that Rei states he found something to protect, mirroring the man that was essentially his teacher, whose person he wanted to protect was a woman that was heavily assumed to be his wife:
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Yes, of course, Miri is present there too. And Miri is a factor (she is part of his family), but the parallels being drawn here are to the significant other.
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Just like how we were meant to also make a connection to Satoru losing his significant other to a hit like Kazuki did (even if Yuzuko’s death was an unintended result, it doesn’t change the fact that it happened).
That’s why we are meant to feel so scared for Kazuki, because he is being paralleled to all of these other significant others who were killed due to their connections to a hitman for a spouse/partner.
Add in Rei’s fierce desire to keep Kazuki out of his father’s and the organization’s business, along with Rei stating that Kazuki didn’t mean much to him at first, but then Kazuki basically wormed his way into Rei’s heart because of how he cared for him. And, of course, there is plenty on Kazuki’s side towards Rei too, like Episode 7 where he makes the deliberate choice to move forward with his new family and to continue to stay with not only Miri, but Rei too. Rei is just as important to him. 
Both Kazuki and Rei fear that the other has abandoned them and they don’t like it.
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And, like, I’m not saying people have to view their relationship romantically, I still view it as queerplatonic and likely always will, but when people are like “They are just two HERTEROSEXUAL men” it is them trying to throw out and deny any queer reading of the relationship dynamic between Kazuki and Rei.
Even though all of the parallels and subtext (that is practically text at this point) is literally right there.
Like, the series can hardly be any clearer about this at this point.
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ravenmccookies · 4 months
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Made a drawing of my vamptrap based on that one post from @justladders about their vamptrap being feral while eating
Putting it under a cut bc it has a lot of gore. Like. He's ripping into some poor dude's guts
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✨️Girl dinnar🔥
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gammagoop · 1 year
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owait i forgot to post this! anyways i redrew this heavymed piece (original on the right) from when i first got into tf2 :] its been a few months and i have improved at drawing gay old men
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