#surgical horror

[m0thmans-ass]

Pop.

"Like the cork in a bottle of wine. The orbs are tough yet pliable in my hand. I sever the optic nerves with my teeth. It tastes tough, and meaty, and salty, and its just as satisfying as if i had done it to myself"

Silas from The Spirit Bares its Teeth (character is trans masculine and uses he/him pronouns)

[dead-philosophy]

GORETOBER #2 - BAD SURGERY

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[nyancatz]

Katharine Isabelle as Mary Mason in American Mary (2012) // directed by Jen and Sylvia Soska

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"... SACRIFICED AT THE ALTAR OF SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGY."

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on promotional images for the 7 inch action figure, Moribundi, part of Clive Barker's Tortured Souls 2, released by McFarlane in October 2002.

Brand: Clive Barker's Tortured Souls

Genre: Horror & Fantasy

Product Type: Action Figure

Series: Clive Barker's Tortured Souls 2

"Moribundi is in the unfortunate position of being sacrificed at the altar of science and technology."

-- MCFARLANE TOYS, c. fall 2002

Sources: https://mcfarlane.com/toys/moribundi & FiguresWorld.

[0houseofpsychoticwomen0]

[horygory]

The Cabin in the Woods (2011)

[yoki-loves-stars]

TMAPG 23 FANART UNDER THE CUT

TW: blood, body horror, eye contact, sharp objects(surgical equipment)

[trauma-bot]

puts this here and scuttles away like a frightened mouse

comfort selfship art bc im the most normal guy ever. ft my oc E! this is one of the only pieces so far where i've drawn him happy <3

[swallowyourgods]

experimental stimulation

[frankly-art]

A sketch commission for Orion-B on FA! 🐊✂️

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[crookedretrovintagecash]

David Cronenberg and his love with Red is unstoppable.❤️

In frame :

⚫ Videodrome (1983)

⚫ Dead Ringers (1988)

⚫ Crash (1996)

[painonthebrain]

To strip back the flesh

CWs: Lab whump, experiment whumpee, clinical/detached whumper, surgical procedure/operation, vivisection, drugging/sedation (whumpee is conscious for the procedure though), non-con body modification (past), non-con touch, bodily fluids, body horror

Saul wakes up to an unfamiliar experience … being dissected alive. After all, there’s more than meets the eye with his body now.

———

Everything feels… floaty. Too light to be real. Dizzy and fuzzy and… and…

Saul shudders, lifting a heavy hand to his face. …What’s happening again?

He can hear someone’s voice, someone who reassures him, tells him it’ll be fine, but he doesn’t really believe that, not as the world sways and blurs. Another voice tells the first to leave, and he can feel something take his wrist and set it back at his side. He protests, murmuring something too muddled to understand; slurring the words into a mush of butchered gibberish.

The second voice has a face, blue and purple and orange, and honestly, that’s just too many colors, he thinks — she reminds him of ice; her sharp gaze trained on his body.

V… She’s V. He remembers. …He thinks. Val…

Val reaches for something he can’t see. He asks what she’s doing — but she obviously can’t understand.

“Enunciate,” she says, holding a… an object, something he can’t name… to his skin.

He tries. “..Dunno your… ff,,fancy words, V.”

“Hm.” She says, her voice noncommittal to anything he says. She busies herself in feeling up his chest area, tracing the outline of the… thing in his body. He gasps.

“Wha- at —”

He now realizes he’s not wearing a shirt.

“Shh.” Val checks the accuracy of her tool’s placement, then takes the instrument and cuts through the blackened, thin membrane of the core. Fluid leaks out, and Saul can feel the ugly, wet mess trickle onto him, spilling over his sides.

He can’t speak. The only sound that comes out of his mouth is a choked-back gag.

Val eases her fingers into the gap, pulling the skin back and pinning it down.

Another kind of fluid drips down Saul’s cheeks.

“No.. no- o, stop…” He begs.

Val doesn’t pay any mind to him. She plunges her hands deep into the gaping hole she’s created, probing his innards, the sensation of her gloved hands on his organs so oddly clinical, yet sickeningly intimate.

He swears his insides are literally twisting in disgust; but maybe that’s just Val pulling his intestines out of the gap and examining them, spreading more ooze and viscera across the trembling expanse of his flesh.

She makes notes on his condition, writing as if there isn’t a living, breathing person next to her, cut open and wailing, writhing — Val checks boxes and makes tick marks, filling in something that he doesn’t care about but means so much more to her than his pain.

He doesn’t even hurt that much, he’s too far away, but still too close — or maybe she’s too close, hands on his organs, pulling them out… revealing more organs, more lungs and heart and tangled up meat, hidden bones jutting through the cavity Val made that become revealed with every unwelcome touch.

Saul begs her, pleads for her to stop, drowning in a haze of confusion and inner turmoil, panic rising with every breath he takes. The intrusion of Val’s hands on his entrails is like an infection, crawling into every crevice there ever was in his body, squirming under his skin and becoming like a living thing, a parasite —

“He really does live on inside of you,” she remarks, and Saul doesn’t try to parse the meaning of her sentiment. He doesn’t want to know.

“He hasn’t woken up yet, however…” She continues. “Shame.

“There’s not much of a timeframe for this.” Val offers, as if to comfort him for being a late bloomer instead of an artificially made monstrosity.

“…But I can accelerate the process.”

- - - -

He wakes up, a gap in his mind, and he’s still fuzzy but he knows something happened, and his body is sealed together again and…

Wait.

This body…

It’s not his.

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

anyway. the uk sucks ass and living here sucks ass too! NHS is sooo amazing until its soooo not!

[last-hourglass]

So uhhhh... surprise?

Due to life putting me in a series of Situations I decided to cut chapter 10 in half so y'all aren't waiting three weeks for an update xD I blame the Peepaw Showdown for distracting me over the weekend /j

[tinierpurplefishes]

Oh, yeah, I crashed so hard after my appointment yesterday that I forgot to mention it, but I have a date set for my ostomy reversal in the first week of September! I'm a little concerned about having to stop taking my Enbrel for it*, but hopefully it will work out one way or another. I'm not looking forward to recovering from abdominal surgery again (or the adaptational period where the 6 inches that are left of my semicolon get used to doing the job of the whole thing), but I am very much looking forward to not having to deal with my ostomy bag anymore.

*For two reasons. First, sometimes when someone stops taking a monoclonal antibody, it won't work when they start it again. And secondly, once my psoriasis really gets going, it's an immense drain on my body. I don't have any way to get numbers, but it gets to the point where it feels like it might inhibit my healing more than the Enbrel will.

[ffortte]

from ages ago but one of my fav pieces i fink