#gore for ts

[shredsandpatches]

WIP guessing game: Brutal, or sensual

Oh hey, you got a gross one! I'm gonna put it behind a cut. Only one of the words is present but both concepts are definitely there.

This is also from the Helen of Troy fic, and it draws on the source material for the play, which is more explicit about the renewal of the contract at a point where Faustus finds himself wavering, although the unorthodox choice of writing support is my own invention. (It's not stated here but that's why this bit happens)

He raises his head to smile up at Faustus, licking the blood from his lips with the same unhurried sensuality with which he'd undone his doublet—and then his sharp nails are at the wound and Faustus feels his knees buckle, eyes rolling back in his head as Mephistopheles, just as deliberately, begins to peel back the skin from the soft underside of his forearm.

[eritvita]

He pauses whence this wounded warrior tightly flinches, keeping himself still. Roland waits for the shining light of the Father Sun from the shimmering canopy; a go-ahead, and verily, dost he acquire one.

Roland handles this thickened, bloodied wrist with all the precious carefulness as if handl'ng porcelain, all the more delicate, as he swallows down his instinctual revulsion to see shredded flesh and mauled epidermis so closely up to his face.

He wets the rag, squeezing it with one hand into the bucket. He gently, ever so gently, begins to wipe away the jaded, sluicing lines of the warrior's scabbing, old blood.

"I am Roland," dost he offer, freely. His face is jovial beneath the weight of humane worry; his eyebrows pulled open, amiable.

The wolf hasn't left Muriel's side since they escaped the Colosseum. She rests her head on his thigh, tail wagging slightly. He isn't sure why she's attached to him, but he doesn't mind it. He decides to call her Inanna. Maybe she'll like that name.

When Roland offers his hand, he flinches out of instinct. Tension coils in his shoulders. Then he realizes what Roland is offering. Slowly, ever so slowly, he holds out one of his injured wrists for the other to examine.

He can't remember how long he had been wearing those chains. The shape of them are branded into his skin, now, and he knows that they will scar. That he will carry with him the memory of them always.

[batwingedcherub]

LOBOTOMY 🧠💥🔫

TW: GOREY VERSION UNDER CUT

uhhhhhh... throws this at U and runs away

[grandiddyburp]

I’m kinda getting evicted so imma be on and off till summer 😮‍💨😮‍💨😴 I need to keep practicing lighting lol 😣

[gillionmeowstrider]

Weird night out :/

[biomic]

they found a PG way to recreate his death in amazons i hate this show

[amerhauser]

Right path was a clever choice as she noticed the left path was barricaded. At least the encounter will be few as she keeps on going with Naginata at hand. Beatrix knows she can survive this since this is her world after all. Except that it goes widely expansive.

She sighs as she saw a group of zombified children coming to her way and beheaded them with several swings. Hesitation is something one has not to do when dealing with zombies.

Nothing else to say, she gestures once again to Badou on following her as she could be close to the back exit of the movie theater and out of the open.

He nearly freezes-- that sound is stupidly familiar, stupidly, easily there to make his blood turn to ice and his heart to leap into his throat.

"How fucking cliche," Badou hisses softly. The voice that speaks to him is familiar, even if the face isn't, and the language sure is.

That's that lady. And she's-- indicating to follow.

He nods.

"Alright...come on."

[eniiart]

Everything's red

[carp-from-space]

Vukodlak

[oozeandgoo-art]

Haven and Erica loooooveeee killing people and it absolutely gets them both in the mood, this is a once-a-month activity for them for years.

[thatonelesbianfander]

I NEED TO YAP ABOUT THEM, THEY'RE TAKING UP EVERY INCH OF MY BRAIN AND WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE

I LOVE THEIR SILLY LITTLE POLYSHIP, WHY DID I CREATE THE SHIP, THIS IS NOT IRONIC LIKE IT STARTED OUT AS, THIS IS NOW FULLY UNIRONIC

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AUGHAKDNFOWENFOEWCWO

[firewolf111]

Hello! I love your writing! :)

Can I request some soft intruality? Potentially Halloween-related, but doesn’t have to be!

Thank you for considering!

Hello! Thank you so much for the ask. Hope you enjoy <3

...................

Remus: *calling out while looking around* Love? Dear? My still beating heart I ripped from a handsome corpse's chest? Hello?

Patton: *jumps out* Boo!

Remus: Oh! There you are! Nice outfit.

Patton: Thanks! I'm a zombie! Did I scare you?

Remus: *beaming* Oh, definitely! I was terrified! *He pulls Patton towards him*

Patton: *giggles* So... I was thinking... since it's Halloween, why don't we watch some horror movies tonight?

Remus: Really? I thought you hated horror movies?

Patton: Well, the gore tends to be a little.... *scrunches his face in disgust* ...much. But I'll be fine. Besides... it just gives me an excuse to hide in your arms. *giggles as he presses his face into Remus's neck*

Remus: I don't want to be the only one having fun tonight. How about I take my dear zombie out on a trick or treating date? I'm sure I can bully Roman into letting us on his side of the imagination for the night. And then, if you still want, we can curl up and watch some cheesy horror movies as we stay up so late, Logan will surely lecture us. And yes, I'll hold you the entire time.

Patton: *beaming* Now that sounds like a splendid night! And you better hold me the whole time.

Patton: I think horror movies may now be my new favorite genre.

[eritvita]

continued from x ;

@thedasguarded

The wound is deep, gashes across his breast and belly as if mauled from a wilde beast, lines across his arms like tender threads, and Roland's face is gaunt, white-tinted; horrified at the pain and at the scent and vision of his own blood.

'Tis a whirlwind of care, happiness and warmth whistling through every pore; that hint of magick, of potions, his own, precious Curse keeping him stout and hearty and ready to born again onto the ever-On world.

He huffs laughter at that sense of a sweet peace; his ruined tunic discarded, his leather satchel-- which is always upon Roland's person-- stuffed tightly 'to his bandaged side upon that rumpled bed.

Sweat cools along Roland's brow, and he reaches out a hand: made for a friendly, relieved gesture. "Thou art borne of the Title: 'Life-saver'," rasps he, grinning, the edges of his eyes crinkling in his handsome, tired dimples. "And thou art now my Friend, upon this malicious, glorious circumstance. Whom art thou?" asks he kindly.

[catsticky]

properly learn wounds and gore ❌ incomprehensible scribbles of red ✅

based this off of my own story that I’m writing personally

i don’t usually draw with color let alone watercolor markers but i’m kinda proud of this one ^_^

[lil-toastie-boi]

Speak No Evil

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