#gore ? maybe lol

[foolsocracy]

I can't help but notice you haven't posted any angst in a while and I'm suspicious

whipped this one up just for u anon

[thechibilitwick]

there needs to be more slightly fucked up shidou tbh

[officesuppliez]

locked in a saferoom for 30 years,

not the best for your looks, eh?

[avephelis]

emoji charadesign requests ✨✨

[chipchopclipclop]

just a guy. a little kitty cat. meow meow even.

[dorkfruit]

if i should fall, will it all go away?

every damn time .. love u saint of the grindset <3

[corpsoir]

look at my bones boy

[pikbro]

doppelganger

[arataka-reigen]

Yuri recs! Yuri is My Job!: A series that makes you think it'll be a comedy and then hits you nonstop with the spiciest of drama with each chapter escalating things even further than the last. Also packs some really strong critiques of Class S stories and their tropes still living on in yuri. Warui ga Watashi wa Yuri ja Nai (aka: Sorry, But I'm Not Into Yuri): Basically the greentext "I'm straight but *Proceeds to type out the gayest scenario possible* " of comedy yuri. Sexiled: My Sexist Party Leader Kicked Me Out, So I Teamed Up With a Mythical Sorceress!: It's one of those "banished from the hero's party" series but the reason the MC got kicked out of her party was blatant and in your face misogyny. So her teaming up with an all powerful witch to get revenge on them is already way more justified then pretty much every "banished from the hero's party" revenge story. It's not exactly a subtle critic like RGU but honestly having a "fuck yeah, beat up the shit out of some misogynists and literally fight the patriarchy" series is nice. Especially in a sub-genre that usually sucks for female characters. School Zone Girls: A Nichijou/Daily Lives of High-School Boys style slapstick comedy of dumbasses but it's also yuri. They're all so stupid(affectionate)... Murciélago: This one is extremely hard to recommend unless your down with lots of ultra-violence/gore/sex and protag who is veeeeery much a serial killer. It's pretty fun and does have some really great action but you absolutely have to get use to the MC going from "she so silly" to "she just cheated on her yakuza girlfriend with a police coroner, the entirety on a lesbian coven and several single mothers" to "she just straight up a murc-ed some kids."... And also that she's drawn like a xxxHolic era Clamp character.

Hell yeah yuri recs!! I'll put them on my list!!

[fandomfluffandfuck]

It's been a while, but... tiny vampire Steve and big, big Bucky.

✨️A Halloween treat✨️

"Shhhh," Steve laps his tongue over the pretty wound on the side of Bucky's neck, licking his pale gold skin clean before dragging his sharp, shining fangs over the gorgeous, vulnerable of throat, "little rabbit," he coos easily picking up the increasing thump, thump, thump of Bucky's heart in his chest. He's growing even more excited.

Good.

Bucky twitches in his bonds, moaning softly.

So, of course, Steve can't resist sucking more thick, ruby blood from his throat. It's rich and hot and causes Bucky to fall more limp in his grip. Easing into the feeding. "That's it," Steve hisses softly, "you don't need to fight, darlin', you just gotta lay back and take it."

"Mmmmmngh," Bucky moans, his lips parted and trembling, unable to hold back his sounds of desire.

"Mmm-hmm," Steve's chuckle rattles his thin chest. "I've got you, little rabbit. You're all mine." He bites him quickly near the first bite, not hard enough to draw any blood. Just enough to barely color his flesh with a blooming bruise. "You're gonna get whatever I decide to give you. Nothing else."

He nips at his jaw then, just hard enough to leave two red lines over the sharp cut of his jaw. He shaved himself smooth just for this. Such a good, little piece of prey. Pretty-ing himself up. Making sure to stay hydrated just so Steve can play with him more.

Steve thinks his perfect show rabbit deserves a reward...

So, he kisses him. Steve presses the exquisite, sweet taste of Bucky's own blood back into his lush, tempting mouth.

Easily, Bucky opens for him like a flower under the harsh brilliance of the sun. Unfolding. Blooming.

He gasps.

Steve licks into his mouth. He sucks on his tongue. He playfully bites at Bucky's bottom lip, not enough to break the skin, just enough for Bucky to make a soft, pathetic sound of surrender.

Surrender.

That's what this is all about.

All of this.

Surrender.

Bucky has entirely and completely surrendered to him. And what a unique, beautiful, daring creature it takes to surrender to the power, to the horror of a monster like Steve. A strong but delicate face--cheekbones and jaw especially. Sharp, glistening fangs. Full lips. Pale, nearly translucent skin unmarred by the undercurrent of purple-blue veins and untouched by the heat of a beating heart. Cool to the touch. Wide, blue eyes that glint with danger. An aura of mystery that should drive all away. But here Bucky is.

Right here.

He couldn't be closer.

And the little rabbit couldn't be more exposed.

He's bare. All of his flesh exposed and ripe for the taking. His thrumming pulse. Arousal. Anticipation. Instinctual fear. His ancient most self recognizes what it is to be prey well. He is prey tonight. Yet, he is held in place by his overwhelming desire for the beautiful danger and much sought-after power that Steve weilds in the form of a lithe, compact body; he is further held in place by silky, scarlet ropes intricately wrapped around his physical form. Dragging intimately over every part of his soft, smooth skin. Shaved to expose every pore.

Bucky is a rabbit cowering, shaking in a trap. Perfect for being torn into. Tempting any and every predator into unquenchable thirst for the beat of his heart, the moan of his expanding and contracting lungs, the heat of his body and desire.

Steve groans into his mouth, but he peels himself back for the sake of Bucky's humanity--his elevated need for oxygen. Bucky's chest heaves, marked with bite after bite. Bruised and claimed. Tender.

"You taste devine," Steve rasps, licking his lips before wrapping his tongue around his fangs and sucking the last of Bucky's taste from his teeth, too, "so sweet. Better than anything else. Better than anyone else."

Bucky makes a warbling cry, his pouting, swollen lips wobbling. Overwhelmed.

"I could live off of just you for the rest of your years. Savor you. Have you." Wrapped up in this way, tasting the way he does, Steve has to shut his eyes, fortifying himself before he tears him apart. Steve cannot take the emotional way Bucky surrenders, much less the physical way he bows for him. Arching his neck. His massive, capable body. Offered entirely up. Begging for the language of his lips and teeth and tongue, begging to be fed from. His sweet cock swelling and getting hotter and harder, no matter how much Steve dares to take from him.

No matter how much Steve takes from him, Bucky whimpers and cries and pleads more, more, more! Greedy in a way even a predator like Steve can't match.

What a study in contradiction his perfect rabbit is...

Bucky shows off his contradictions now. Using his heavy, huge chest to moan in a voice deceptively sweet and high, feminine, and hungry, begging, "yes! Steve! Please, 'lease! Wan' it!"

He sounds drunk.

Steve almost enjoys the sound of his own name in Bucky's mouth as much as he enjoys the taste of his blood coating his tongue and sliding down his throat. Filling him. Satiating him. Delicious in a pure, holy way that nothing else can be anymore. Not since he became what he is.

Steve answers his obscene cry by sinking his teeth into Bucky's shoulder. Bucky quivers, pulling as much as he can against the ropes--an intricate harness over his chest, enwrapping his waist, and two more coils of rope folding legs so he cannot dream of squirming away. The crimson, silky tangles of rope do not spare his cock and balls. They are trapped, too, his cock is swollen, and the tip leaking endlessly like the punctures of a thoughtless bite, the prize not lapped up. Steve can't let that go for much longer... nothing of Bucky can go to waste.

"Oh!" Bucky cries out at the newest bite.

So pretty.

Steve draws a mouthful of thick, hot blood from him. Bucky sings more for him. A bird under cat's claws. Just divine.

"I could eat you up, little rabbit." Steve cannot hope to tame the gravel in his voice. His own cock has begun to swell. Finally. He has been simmering with violent arousal since before the feeding began, when he first entrapped Bucky in his binds--since he began to prepare his meal, not unlike how a mortal human's stomach begins to growl when the chopping board is brought out and the water is brought to a boil. The beginnings of a meal.

And now, he's fed enough for his arousal to take on a physical form, too. Yesss.

Bucky is a feast. Spread out and tempting.

Bucky whines. It sounds like a wrecked, strung-out, "pleeeease!"

"All of you." Steve drags his fangs down the stunning, strong line of Bucky's arm. "I could eat you up." He gets to his wrist and carefully bites down. Bucky struggles in bliss. His muscles bulge and flex, and the softness overlaying his bulk makes Steve's mouth water. He is quite the fucking prize--the biggest piece of game Steve has ever had the pleasure of feeding from. Devouring piece by piece.

He swallows. Chasing the taste of Bucky. So sweet. He can not get enough. He is addicted.

His own chest is heaving now.

Likewise, Bucky is a mess. He could--if you were unaware of Steve's dark, mysterious strength--snap Steve like a dry twig. But here he is, all of his big, huge body limp, wrapped up, entrapped, and smeared into a beautiful mess. Pinks and reds and even some warm purples amongst all that pale gold skin and ice grey-blue eyes that melt only for the worst, most filthy, hellish things like Steve. He is a masterpiece. Perfect. Obscene.

"Piece by peice--" Steve nibbles up Bucky's thigh on the same side, tugging hard on the ropes with his fangs, making them tighten around his flesh, pulling him. Straining against him. Bucky gasps wetly, his cock flexes eagerly, dancing just for him "--sip by sip."

"Please!" He gasps, nearly inaudible, his voice is so wrecked.

"And, yeah, yeahhh," he drawls, "little rabbit, you would beg for it... wouldn't you?"

Bucky can't seem to answer him. He opens his mouth, and all that comes out is a little choked sound. Wet. Like he's this close to bursting into weeping tears.

"You would," Steve smirks, definite. "You'd beg and moan and arch into it. Just like you always do."

Bucky nods frantically, straining to get a glimpse of Steve's blonde hair and white teeth between his bound legs.

"Sometimes," Steve licks a broad, long, wet line up Bucky's trembling thigh and lowers his voice to a dirty whisper, "I think you're hungrier for this than I am," he presses the words into Bucky's glistening skin. Sweaty and feverish. Burning up with arousal. Steve is ravenous. Starved. But Bucky is fairing so much worse. Leaking, leaking, leaking. A puddle across his soft, clenching tummy.

Steve licks his hot, slick pre-cum up and swallows it down. Every drop. Savoring. Delighted sinfully by each whimper and kick that his rabbit makes for him.

When he's finished with that, Steve doesn't stop. Instead, he bows his head and scrapes his teeth against the frenulum of Bucky's struggling, wet cock.

Bucky screams.

The sound fills Steve with perverse joy. He loves it. He loves how sensitive and overwhelmed his precious rabbit gets. He can overpower him so easily. Just a touch, just a bite, just a flick of tongue, and he's crumbling apart. Releasing into his mouth as if he's been sucking his cock for hours and he just can't take it anymore when he's really just barely scraped his teeth against him.

Oh, his little rabbit is special.After all, what other creature would find such delight in such danger?

Bucky's cum is almost as delicious as his blood. All the same, Steve swallows, licking his lips and sucking his teeth. Mmm. Fuck.

He needs another taste.

He's gonna bite and suck and lick and lap and taste Bucky again and again until his little rabbit gives it up again. He's gonna bleed him dry of orgasms and show him pleasure that no mortal man can...

He will have him all to himself.

P.S. here's the older drabbles I have of these two:

Original

Second installment

Three times the charm

Four!?

[starrybismuth]

I am not immune to mlp infection aus… Gore and lore under more

When nightmare moon came back from her 1000 year banishment, she wasn’t alone. She came with a small group of bat ponies that where loyal to her cause of creating a kingdom of the night, and while there princesses came to ponyvile and covered the sun, they went lose to bite, their first stop being a party celebrating the welcome of a new pony in town.

About a month later, blanketed in forever night and darkness, what’s left of ponyvile has done its best to cope with the sudden change, no pony out after night, and no pony leaves town. These are the rules they live by too stay safe for as long as they can.

[peridots-pixiwolf]

[Start ID. A digital drawing of Minos Prime from Ultrakill, who's wearing a strapless slit dress and sandals of the same deep purple. He faces towards and slightly to the right of the camera, his head is tilted further right. With one hand he gestures in a vague pointing motion, his arm folded and held close to his body. There is nothing in the background, but bracing himself on one arm, Minos is implied to be leaning against something about the height of a countertop. The background is a blank purplish black, save for three diagonal stripes in the colors of the bisexual flag. End ID]

Shading study that quite literally came to me in a dream two weeks ago, after this post apparently beamed itself into my mind

(also a few edits below the cut! they're very slight but whatever :])

[Start ID. Three different versions of the previous drawing. The first changes the tone of the lighting from blue to pink, and similarly the shading from pink to blue. The second replaces the faint black border with pink, purple and blue, syncing with the stripes in the background. The third combines both these changes. End ID]

[pineappleisland]

Low effort sketches- or more accurately, -> small attention span doodles :o)

[crumbleclub]

so i was checking the wiki for the mci kids and i came across a picture from one of the graphic novels and like.

this is actually the most terrifying image i've seen of any official art. the fact that they're all just. set up in the chairs, limp and lifeless? with the party hats?

this is a million times scarier and more morbid than the more bloody, body horror types of takes i'm used to from my steady consumption of michael content. the graphic novels still aren't my favorite but like, underrated image. this one's scary.

[ccasey0]

CORRUPTED!!

Wooo! gonna get this done with since these guys are super hard to explain. I do have some references so that'll help i think

Before i get into this, TW!!! Blood, gore, horror, uhhh body horror? creepy stuffs. it's sort of as bad as it sounds this time.

alrighty. So Corrupted are the result of a lab experiment that was meant to make trees produce more oxygen, but someone tampered with the trees and they began to grow faster and mass produce strange spores. the spores spread all throughout the area that the lab was at, and started to infect other trees as well. with basically a whole forest making these toxic spores, you can imagine the stuff spread like a weed. and the world's fate was sealed when it reached the first cemetery. immediately, the ground began to shift as corpses broke out of their coffins. their bodies became mutated and their bones cracked and were sealed back together with new corrupted flesh in horrid, backwards joints and uneven limbs. they instantly began attacking people, ripping their bodies to shreds and leaving only their hearts intact. it wasn't long before the new corpses were corrupted as well. people started hunkering down in bunkers and running to the military for protection. the whole world was in chaos within a few months. finally, some of the last few safe countries like japan, most of the UK, ect. began sending out supplies to some of the military bases that were established by all the different countries. although they didn't last long. most of the bases were walled off camps or underground bunkers. the bunkers lasted for a while, but the camps all had floodlights or some kind of illumination that the corrupted were attracted to because light. the longer the bases had outside lights, the more the corrupted tried to get into them. it didn't take too much time for those camps to fall. eventually, some of the last living world leaders managed to gather in one spot and discuss what to do. they decided on dividing the world into a bunch of different sectors. since most of the countries in the world had turned into corrupted playgrounds, it wasn't too hard to just establish new borders. there were no more countries. just different sectors. the sectors were all named after the largest or most prominent city or country that was still standing inside of them. examples being the New York sector, the Japanese Sector, the Tula Sector, ect. Ill get into the safe zones more later, but as for the corrupteds, have some pictures. all of these were drawn originally by me:D

i just drew these ones, so they are kinda lazy lol.

but these ones are older and, in my opinion, much better

these next ones are my first concept designs, so they suck. but imma include them anyway cause i dont have enough images of these guys or references -_-

tada!! i hope this makes enough sense to ya'll. if you have anymore questions, just ask cause i'll be very happy to answer :)

more info on the Au can be found here!

[redcallisto]

Read R-L

A little something from last year! I was looking thru my old posts and feeling nostalgic lol. I don’t think i’ve ever posted this here tho