#it's not really gore to my eyes

[writing-hat]

Spoil for chapter 14 of my own fic? I guess? This is Nadakhan's alternate death, that I had to scrap for reasons explained below

And cw for um gruesome way of death

I had another death planned for Nadakhan when I wrote the end of chapter 14 that I didn't use because it was way too unrealistic (yes more then what I wrote) and because I FORGOT THE DAMN WISH WHEN I WROTE IT

I kind of- left myself get taken by the current of writing y'know

And, as bittersweet as it sounds, Nadakhan hadn't realized (well I hadn't realized) that Jay was indeed broken, because nothing can make it up for what he's been through. Here, his frustration was quick to be resolved, which didn't sound right. Especially when dealing with Nadakhan, of all villain.

Someone who won no matter the outcome.

[punches their wall again at the thoughts]

And that caused Jay to never be satisfied with whatever he'd do

[Breaks wrist by punching the wall again]

BUT it did not have the Jay taking Nadakhan's eye away part which I thoroughly enjoyed writing afterwards to make up for the scenes I had given up. Sigh.

But hey! Here's a snippet of what I had written! Enjoy!

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Jay came behind, watching what he had done so far.

The arm he had taken off was slowly burning, the electricity left there making the skin turn a dark shade before the fire ate it away. It amused him, if anything. Especially when it came to watch the torn shoulder, badly torn, with the putrid liquid being forced out at the absence of the limb it was supposed to keep alive.

Nadakhan coughed. Painfully. It was a melody to his ears.

But it didn’t feel enough. It never did.

Groaning, he got closer. What was there to do? What more could he do to the one that had taken everything away from him?! He couldn’t figure it out, and it made him more frustrated. The static around grew thicker, heavier. Nadakhan cried as it pushed him further into the ground, not feeling into himself a way of fighting back.

Then, burning fingers came on his back, pulling away the armor as if it was made of nothing but scraps. He threw it to the side, discarding it far away from here, and placed his hands on the djinn’s back- hands that were made of pure energy, tearing his skin apart as it searched for something-

There.

He took the spine, and pulled on it. Not quite breaking it apart- no, that would be too easy. Would kill that asshole too quickly. Instead, he made it so the bone was sticking out, simply making sure that it wasn’t protected, yet still connected to the nerves.

The body under him twitched and screamed, as he agonized in horror.

Not enough. Not enough.

He had one final wish.

There was something else he wanted to take away. Something that intrigued him too much.

“I wonder if you have a heart. You fucking monster.”

Before an answer could be given- if there even was an answer to be done, he speared through the man’s back, right where he knew the vital organ to be.

“Let’s see if you survive this.”

In a blink, he was in front of Nadakhan, and pulled the heart out, warm and bloodied in his hand.

The body got electrocuted as he did, and he watched with envy, as the eyes immediately dulled, not before a veil of pain made them roll in the back of his skull.

Then, Nadakhan fell limp. Nothing showed that he was still alive, no. Nothing to show that something would grow back. Instead, a dark pool kept extending under him, slight twitches from the electricity still coursing inside.

Other then that, everything became silent, aside the rumbling of the storm that was nothing but comfort to him. A storm that stood proud, and understanding of his choices.

Nadakhan was dead.

And suddenly, he felt bliss.

[pixiefms]

[birdsong-warriors]

Spoilery request here, but good gracious, I hope I made the foreshadowing in these pages clear enough, given I've been building up to it for ages now.

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Part 1: Friend and Family

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[vampireghostsart]

"You tried to exchange vital parts of yourself for the life of her, but that didn't work."

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OOOH BABY THIS ONE WAS A LONG TIME COMING. NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE!!

YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A DAY LIKE ANY OTHER. A DAY OF ADVENTURE WITH YOUR CLOSEST FRIENDS. OH HOW TIGHTLY YOU HOLD THEM TO YOUR CHEST, AND OH HOW TERRIFYING IT IS TO WATCH THEM GET EVISCERATED BY SOMETHING YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. MAYBE IF YOU JUST LISTENED A BIT MORE, IF YOU LET THE SMART ONE LEAD THE CHARGE, THIS WOULDNT HAVE HAPPENED. ONCE AGAIN YOUR IMPULSIVENESS LEADS TO DISASTER. HEAR ME NOW, YOUNG TIDESTRIDER, YOUR STUPIDITY WILL BRING THE DEMISE OF EVERYTHING YOU WERE BORN AND FORGED TO PROTECT. HOW COULD THE PROPHECY HAVE CHOSEN SOMEONE SO USELESS? I BET YOU WISH YOU CHOSE THE RIGHT LEVER. FAILURE.

[disguisedcheezed]

Day 2 - Y section

You can tell I had so much fun that I drew this prompt 3 times and wrote (in a restricted time frame) blocks of text from a fanfic that keeps me awake at night.... Yeahhhh.

[koszmarnybudyn]

A wip of an episode 120 art cause its my favorite episode so far, and the imagery is very cool. Wont be able to finish this for a while cause i'm busy but have the wip as a little treat.

[cerise-on-top]

Hank with an Eldritch Horror Reader

Here's another thing I wrote two years back! It was an interesting concept which I really liked, so I actually really enjoyed writing this request!

Hank J Wimbleton was a grunt of many things, but not one to be scared unless he had a good reason to be. There were many things in this world he did not understand, you were one of them. Upon meeting you, his first instinct would have been to either fight or run away - who could blame him, it was all he knew. No matter how many times you reassured him that the very last thing you wanted to do was to harm him, he’d draw his weapon, uncertain of whether or not he should believe your words.

Once you show no resistance towards him whatsoever and simply restrain him using your powers or other methods, that’s when, thrashing around as much as he could, he would start listening. You may or may not have seen a grunt up close, but this was your chance to finally examine one. As you scrutinise him from every possible angle Hank realises that you were simply curious about his being and finally lowers weapon.

Your voice would likely hurt his head and freeze the blood in his veins, so you might have to resort to telepathy or speak through a marionette, if you can find one. Though, once Hank’s interest in you has been piqued, he’d be more than happy to find you one. A lot of people in Nevada seem to be redundant in the first place. Regarding telepathy: You will be able to have a two-way conversation with Hank like that, but, for the most part, he doesn’t think in words. Still, he can do so, if needed.

If you’re on the rather small side, he will make an effort to pick you up, or hold you, and bring you back to base. Depending on whether you can float or not, this might be rather difficult, but he’ll try. If you’re large, however, then he will simply “tell” you to follow him. As an eldritch being you could likely either change your form or scare away anyone in your path in the first place, so he doesn’t particularly worry about anyone being stupid enough to attack you.

Spend time with him, he’ll get used to you more and more and, eventually, grow a bond with you. Proud, he’ll show you to Doc so he can figure out what you are, but do not be fooled. Hank wants to know what you are to some degree too. Once comfortable with you and certain you won’t harm him, he’ll start observing you, touching you to some degree. See how you react, how you feel, how you are.

Despite your conversations being, for the most part, one-sided, Hank will ask you directly what you are and if you’re some form of eldritch deity. Since you’re an amicable creature he can’t exactly wrap his head around, it’s worth a try.

Although he would like to do so to some degree, he won’t take you with him on missions. It’s his way of saying “I care a great deal about you, I don’t want you to die or worse even if you are capable of defending yourself.” If you really insist on aiding him, he will let you, begrudgingly. But beware that he will have your back. In fact, having you around will give him a greater reason to fight and improve his overall performance. Though, it will also be a major stress factor to him if something were to happen to you, so choose wisely.

[biblically-accurate-dca]

day 14: candy gore!!

due to the nature of this day it's under the cut... viewers betware!!!!

[creature-of-pizza]

GORETOBER DAY 13: FACES FACES FACES

Credit to aliensphynx on instagram

[xxweyussyenjoyerxx]

⤵️THIS POST📩 IS FOR 👻FREAKS👻 ONLY

NON 🤡 FREAKS 📵👎DNI 🙅🏻‍♀️ 😤

@jeffrey-combs-smash-or-pass a new destination on the roadmap of pain 😔

[jules-makes-stuff]

A normal young man in a normal abbey

Preview of my piece for Memento Mori - A Curse of Strahd Fanzine organized by @curseofsergei Everyone did such an amazing job, please check out the zine once it comes out!

[magpieddd]

Goretober day 7: eyes

That’s just the effect Belos has on people lol

[loathsome-sickness]

people are so unwilling to ascribe even a hint of artistic meaning to gore and sex even when they enjoyed the media it was in it is so wild, literally even reviews that are positive to books with those themes heavily present they'll still say shit like 'lazy gore shock fest' as if the shock of how we respond to gore in itself is somehow devoid of all meaning or value to explore

desperately shaking media reviewers by the shoulders begging them to do the self-same critical thinking they keep saying you 'have to use' when engaging with this kind of media rather than only relying on their gut instinct of disgust to immediately dismiss any artistic value in the work they are 'analysing' please for the love of god i didn't come to your book review wanting to be reminded how nothing that i create will ever 'be of value' just because it involves topics most people can't stomach

[twistedtoms]

Screentone practice

[krscblw]

Very interested in the succession of papa emeritus wip if you’d be willing to share anything about it 💙

i'm absolutely willing to, thank you for asking about it! this one is sort of a perpetual wip for me, i think i've been working on it on-and-off for around a year (and it's still not done lmao). i'm not quite sure where i want to go with it, i just know it's not there yet