#cw slight body horror

[darth-sonny]

Does Leo and/or Kirby ever get self-conscious of their eyes?

Leo originally hated his red eyes. They were a permanent reminder of what (and who) happened to him

By the time he's older, he's used to them. Sure, they still kinda hurt to look at, but it gets a little easier day by day

Plus, he likes having something in common with Kirby

Kirby, on the other hand:

They had no thoughts on their eyes. To them, it was just something normal, like their hands, tail, shell, feet... it was just another body part. Nothing to draw attention to

That is, until they figure out what (WHO) gave them their eyes

And they start to kind of hate how they look. Slowly but surely, everything that made Kirby them they're beginning to hate and get sick of

Then comes puberty...

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[rose-madder-gaze]

[ahit-oc-corner]

A Hat In Time OC drawings part 4 the Angst the idea stems from snatcher doing anything he can to fuck with lurker bc of their issues with one another. Sai being made of paint means she's very sensitive to the cold, and gets hurt because of snatcher egging her on to mess around despite Lurkers protests this severely injures her and Snatcher hadn't intended for her to get hurt. Lurker refuses to let him see her. side note of this is snatcher is pathetically and madly in love with her, so its a lot help oUGH

Lurker belongs to @chocowhomps

[curscival]

"I was a boy and I was good-"

"-But there are witches in these woods"

[loaffofbred]

"Just john and me Forever eternally, Jane Doe" - Ballad of Jane Doe, Ride the Cyclone The Musical

[symbiotesoulman]

cool design I made for crona :) slight body horror warning

[bluberimufim]

Doodles of the main characters in the DoS series I put waaaay too much effort into during my music history class:

(left to right: Seth, Theo, Jane, Flick)

Someone take my markers away.

[elms-art-gallery]

wizwitchtober day 3: crystal

flipped tails! this is the witch of crystals :]

[bouquetshark]

regressor! wasabi and caregiver! dr bones headcanons if you wish to accept?

Regressor!Wasabi Cookie Headcanons

As a general baseline, Wasabi Cookie is still as unhinged as ever, which can be a very...concerning thing for Dr Bones to deal with despite her brilliance as a scientist———firey breakthroughs, and unorthodox methods. From her outlandish experiments to her reckless abandon; she can be quite the handful! This, however, does not mean she isn't loved. Quite the opposite, actually.

CW: some body horror & limb detachment mentions at the bottom! Nothing explicit, but be warned.

• Regresses from 19-17, very fluid in sliding. Wasabi isn't very secretive about her regression, in fact she's quite shameless; but Cookie's have yet to ask her about it - Mustard included. So it's a secret but not really.

• Wasabi Cookie makes her own food, usually..mainly because her diet is extremely questionable (and potentially dangerous). Which always puts Dr Bone's into a kahoot. She's been permanently banned from using the oven.

• When Wasabi drives, she's very prone to speeding —even out of regression because she has no care for traffic laws, so Dr Bone's drives or lends her a bike.

• Has been feeding a small colony of cat's, and managed to get them all microchipped and constructed them an outdoor cat house that connect's to her house. So now there's just 5 or 6 cat's encouraging her shenanigans and rubbing against Dr Bone's leg's.

• Knows how to play the electric guitar, does so frequently. She can also play the flute, but most don't believe her on that one—despite the giant flute case in her laboratory. A lot of Cookie's assume it's a bomb. Which is understandable considering Wasabi's history with explosives. She does actually really enjoy playing though, and is really good at it. She finds it relaxing.

• Wasabi's love language is psychical touch and quality time; just co-existing with Dr Bone's or doing parallel play with him is enough for her. Though that doesn't mean she isn't a fan of cuddles! Quite on the contrary, actually, she's pretty clingy when she isn't doing experiments.

• Very gentle with Dr Bone's, and actually has a fear of one of his limbs just.. popping off in her hand. Or him disassembling because he doesn't have dough. This has yet to happen, thankfully.

Caregiver!Dr Bone's Cookie Headcanons

As a general baseline, Dr Bone's Cookie is a very caring, excitable, and passionate caregiver. Though, he can sometimes get over the top, or even helicopter esc...Wasabi helps him regulate, just not with his anxiety. Dr Bone's love's her very much; but she can be very unhinged when she wants to be. No matter what, though, Wasabi is very healthy!

• Dr Bone's Cookie frequently work's overtime or double-shifts to ensure his patients safety and well-being (he really doesn't need to do that most of the time), so by the time he gets home he's absolutely exhausted. He can't count the amount of times he's fallen asleep at his desk and woken up in bed.

• Likes to listen to Wasabi play the guitar —he finds it impressive and soothing. Same with the flute! He's never been one to play any instruments; but is overall curious on the topic.

• Is very afraid of explosives, which doesn't really par well with Wasabi's culminating interest in them. Has jumped into her arm's more than once out of terror.

• Wasabi bought Dr Bone's Spotify Premium for his birthday, he absolutely loves it. On that note, Wasabi introduced Dr Bone's to the punk and rock scene—he absolutely adores the band's Eyes Set To Kill and Eths. His favorite songs from them are Liar in the Glass and Crucifère.

• Despite his spooky appearance, Dr Bone's doesn't dress up for Halloween. The same cannot be said for Wasabi, however, as she has won at least 40+ costume contests in her lifetime.

• Dr Bone's is extremely afraid of spider's, Wasabi is the saving grace that set's then outside or keeps them as pets.

• Enjoys playing chess with Wasabi, he hasn't won once against her and he still doesn't know how (she's been eating the pieces when he isn't looking). /ref /nsrs

[ah-the-reblog-blog]

So

Hypothetically speaking

What if I became a part of the distortion. Just for funsies? I didn’t walk through a door or anything, I promise, anyway, are you sure you know where you put that bag you had just now? Are you?

[bjarkboof]

Angel Eyes concepts !

[sinnabee]

artfight attack i FORGOR TO POST!!! on @shirajellyfish :D I LOVE PATCH AAAA

[inky-evergreen]

•The Cat From The Closet• dftm fanfic

Note: This is an ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. This is not canon this is and AU where Anthony Williams was alive and survived HMF. And also my writing is not really that good :]

And warnings before your read: mentioned smoking, drinking, and slight body horror.

Anthony woke once again. But honestly...he wishes he could never wake up ever again. He wishes that he could just press a button and everything could go back to normal. That his body wasn't a total meaty mess.That he didn't have one of his nerve-wreaking dreams or trippy delusions.And that he, Mark, and Antonio were still friends, best friends.

But alas, when he decided to not work with Mark's idea with the channel that shit went downhill. But as much as Anthony wants to hug his friends once again and possibly help everyone who was affected like they were he has to work for it. And lord he wishes it was easy...

Anthony rubbed his more human eye as he sluggishly rose from the floor. He struggled to even remember what was he even doing before he dozed off. 

Was he drawing? daydreaming? Bitting his fingernails till they bled? Who knows! Certainly not Anthony.Well not until his eyes laid on what was in front of him. 

On the black floor was a conspiracy-like board with pictures and arrows collectively scattered, trying to figure something out. Well as Anthonys' eyes scanned higher and higher the answer was slowly starting to reveal itself. The arrows were all connecting to a big picture with all capital letters saying "Happy Meat Farms" slapped on it.

"Damn, I'm really losing my grip..." Anthony weakly thought, holding his head as he took in the board. His memory issues seem to be getting worse or maybe he needs to cut down on drinking and smoking. 

Speaking of smoking he glanced upon a photo of him, Mark, and Antonio when they were happy and well. Except that the face of Antonio was blacked out due to a cigarette falling upon it.

Anthony's face scrunched up, lightly gripping his hair in the process. Just thinking of the fact that he let the only picture he had left of Antonio get ruined like that made him cringe. 

He shook his head trying to forget that awful moment and realized something...As he sat there he felt emptier than before. Like something was missing that filled his heart just a little bit more but he didn't know what. As he scanned around the board his eyes spotted a picture of Mark...then it hit him.

"Where's Mark" blurted Anthony. He turned and looked and searched all around him and still no Mark. Not the real Mark, the sonic plushie that was once the real Mark's, which Anthony named after him. And listen, even if the reason he has it is because of Fake Antonio or what Anthony likes to call him "Faketonio" it was still his. It is the only thing left that still gives Anthony comfort and joy. And if it's gone really then... 

"NonononONONONONONO!NO!" Anthony sprinted off the floor, almost on the verge of tears, ready to find where the hell Plushie Mark was.

He rushed into his dusty and small kitchen and looked into the equally dusty and small cabinets and everything in between. His half-empty fridge and even MORE dusty cabinets.

Nothing.

He went for his equally small living room which only consisted of a small TV on top of a cardboard box and a raggedy sofa chair. Even though there was nothing to hide, Anthony still looked anyway.

Nothing.

Anthony looked in his bathroom and even outside his "house".

Still.Nothing.

Anthony dragged his misshapen feet back to where he woke up. Tears in their eyes he dropped to the floor and gripped his hair, using it as an anchor for the world pool of emotions he was experiencing.

How did he lose the only thing left that made him feel less empty? How could he be so fucking careless? All he could do now was just cry and hope that Plushie Mark would just pop up in front of him.

Before he went further and further into despair he suddenly heard... scratching...?

Anthony suddenly looked up, tears dripping off his cheeks and landing on the floor. He still heard it.

Scritch, Scratch, scratch scratch.

And it was coming from...his closet...?

" What the hell..." Anthony murmured, he weakly got up and cautiously walked up to his closet. What could be in his closet? It could be more rats since rats seem to like Anthonys' place, could it be that? Or maybe something bigger...a raccoon?

As Anthony got closer and closer his heart started to race. He had no idea what was inside his godforsaken closet that he barely used but if it was something bad, Anthony was NOT in the mood to fight it. 

Anthony was about to open the closet door when suddenly something popped out from the closet. The creature was so fast that Anthony could only grasp a moving grey blob.

Imidiently Anthony sprinted towards the moving blob, following where the hell it was going. The blob dashed and turned all over Anthonys' room seeming to want to find a way out but is unsuccessful. Quickly Anthony grabbed a nearby laundry basket and BAM!

"Caught you now you little shit" Anthony huffed. He went to the level of the basket, expecting to see a rat or a grimy raccoon but when he peered into the basket's holes he saw something completely different...

"What the hell...what a cat like you doing in my closet...?"

The cat was glaring at Anthony with its one green piercing eye,  huddled into a corner of the laundry basket. The other eye seems to be stitched up and a wreck. Anthony was right about the now-known cat being grey. Their fur was a mix of fluffy and scruffy and at the moment it was sticking up high and mighty.

"...And what we're doing there..." He got up and walked back towards the closet. One of Anthony's back tentacles slipped out of Anthony's shirt and onto a corner of the laundry basket. Make sure the furball didn't try to escape.

Anthony looked in his closet and found his beloved Plushie Mark. "Mark!" He happily yelled, instantly hugging the toy in the process." I thought I'd...never see you again!". Anthony gave the plushie a big ol smooch and began searching the closet.

He was kinda amazed of at what he saw. There were a bunch of blankets and raggedy, small pillows. The blanket and small pillows weren't his but from the outside. He also noticed that there were also scratch marks on the inside of one of the closet doors. Anthony's only response to all of it was a mustered-up chirp.

He looked back at the cat-contained laundry basket and back at the closet. And back at the laundry basket.

Anthony walked toward the basket now with his pride and joy in his hands. His tentacle is still in a corner of the laundry basket. 

Anthony kneeled directly looking at the cat.

"You...were just trying to find a place to call home..."

The cat just stared.

"And hey I know what that's like but that doesn't mean you have to steal this from me" he pointed at Plushie Mark.

The cat just stared.

"I mean I don't blame you for stealing him he's the best but...but still!"

The cat blinked. And then stared.

Anthony also stared. Both of them, Anthony and the cat just stared at each other in silence. Anthony felt the cat's eye stab his insides but also felt distressed and worry in the cat's eyes.

"...I'm gonna get you something..." Anthony got up and left. The cat didn't know where he was going but she kinda didn't care.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It's been a while since the cat last saw Anthony. She started to wonder where he went...but she still didn't care...well...she started to care a little bit. 

I mean she didn't want to stay inside a laundry basket forever. Anthonys' back tentacle was still on the basket so they couldn't get out. Not even if she tried. For a single tentacle, it was surprisingly strong.

She was starting to get tired and hungry, mostly hungry but also still getting tired. But as the cat was about to doze off her nose smelt something...delicious.

"I brought you some cat food and...don't ask why I conveniently have cat food" Anthony was back with a small plate with cat food on top of it. It smelt AMAZING, especially to a hungry feline.

Anthony took his back tentacle off the corner of the laundry basket and lifted it. He slides the cat food in front of the outside of the basket. Planning to intense the cat on coming out from her corner. And with the feline feeling more hungry than ever his plan succeeded.

"Man you sure are hungry" Anthony mewed. As he saw the cat feast away on the cat food he took out a small bottle of alcohol and began to down it.

The cat looked up from the food and onto Anthony giving an expression that if she could talk she'd say "Really?"

After Anthony finished downing half the bottle he glanced at the cat seeing the cat was seemingly judging him."Hey I need my daily shit too" he informed

The cat seemingly just shrugged it off and continued destroying the meat in front of her.

Both the cat and Anthony sat there for a good while. Just him and the cat, the cat and him. The cat was still eating the food. Just munching away. Which was the only thing not making them sit in silence.

Crunch, munch, munch, munch 

"Maybe...maybe I can keep it," thought Anthony "Mark likes cats. And Antonio loves ANY animal. Neither of them would care that my soon-to-be pet cat was once a stray." He took a sip of alcohol.

"It would be nice to have another living being in my house...maybe I wouldn't feel that crazy after I talk to a fucking doll. I mean people talk to their animals and it's perfectly normal... I think..." Anthony looked at the cat seemingly no longer eating the cat food.

"Oh, Are you not hungry anymore?" Asked Anthony.

The cat suddenly looked at Anthony. Her green eye pierced through him again. She tilted her head and asked just a simple question.

"Since you gave me food and didn't imminently kick me out...does that mean I can stay?"

[unknownlemoneater]

Here’s the first design yet an unfinished drawing of Calico, I didn’t really change much from her either than she has a different hairstyle and facial structures now. I tried keeping her original hairstyle, but that shit was too hard for me to draw. 💀

(yes, I drew this on my wall.)

[laz-262]

praise the holy

[thatonewannabedragon]

My main sona but spook-ified! I realized that I didn't have a Halloween outfit and had to change that asap. I'm super proud of this especially since it was a new style for me.