#tw mild body horror

[pinktrashgoblin]

”Reprise.”

ch 15 tomorrow, this teaser is super meh but I just wasn’t feeling it today lmfao

The chapter is good tho >:]

[myrathefarmer]

Morning Routine 🧵🪡👁️

Alt Version 👇

[sad-leon]

That feeling when the passage of time clings to you and drags you down with it

Inspired by @remedyturtles's Death Wish fic that I've been rereading <3

KoFi || Patreon

[skeletinmoss]

Ooo what about a Dukexiety fusion?

I'm really concerned for him. Those two are the mental health disaster. Doesn't have any eyes

Can you imagine them being brothers with Prinxiety? I sure can

[riddled-fingers]

sketches based off of @crit20art 's jmart vampire au fic (read it here !) a fic that i am so normal abt i Promise

[apiculturegal]

NOT canon to the selkie!au but TECHNICALLY this would be part 8. i wanted to test out a comic format to see if that would be better for telling the story, and i DEFINITELY need practice drawing comics but for right now i think it’s okay! if i do end up doing a light novel format for the selkie!au instead of a regular fic, i’ll be posting it here as well as on ao3 and twitter.

[caycanteven]

This a close up shot of a WIP before bed after doing commissions for several hours!

Def not my bonified skeleton husbands but still pretty cool (and I wanna be a creature designer for horror games eventually teehee). Wanted to share what else I do in my down time 🫶 So ples enjoy this creature that does not have a name.

Feel free to name him if you want lol.

[hewhohaseateneverything]

Don’t you just hate it when you’re just trying to shower and your skin melts into wet bacon and worms? Happened to me yesterday, I watched as the maggots slopped off my flesh and were helplessly swept into the drain, I still hear their voices, begging to be freed from the pipes.

[rebar2042]

Chase and Dark

[whoturnedgravityoff]

just some touch ups!!

BONUSES UNDER CUT!!

[pizza-tower-jekyll-and-hyde-au]

Tw: mild body horror

Pizzano meets J&H AU, a request from @crowthebirb!!!

[7greentears]

TODAY ya got a fistful of sketches. Again.

Old drawings from 2 months ago, (Carmen having an existential crisis and being a trash goblin) sprinkled in with new sketches. Trying my hand at his design again. I adjusted his smile and laugh lines to match up better.

2nd to last sketch is of a concept I’m playing around called “The Crown of Twigs.” He becomes an ent-like creature after absorbing the braided twig crown Alma made for them.

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For clarity Alma goes by They/Them. These two are siblings.

[dreamsb0u]

Sorry :333

Tw teeth and maybe body horror?

This silly guy by @simpletale-officiale

[thatonesimp-e]

GRAAAAAGH I pulled an all nighter recently and I drew some Accident AU Pepp's.

[riddled-fingers]

you guys will never guess what 2004 cartoon show ive been binging

[3ninth]

Zombies aren't real, and yet Makoto is haunted by the dead.

It started off with nightmares about his bathroom being haunted.

It felt ridiculous, really, so he kept quiet about it.

The doorknob jiggles at night now. Sometimes he sees splatters of blood in the shower, that are gone in the blink of an eye.

Sayaka leaves him messages in the condensation on the mirror. 11037. 11037. 11037.

Some days, he's terrified that he'll see her corpse again.

The knife she used turns up at his door sometimes. It's always gone in the morning. He's woken up to his room in disarray, looking the same it did on the day that Sayaka died.

One night, there was a frantic knocking at his door.

It was Leon. Broken, battered, and bruised. He reeked of stale blood. His limbs were bent in ways that shouldn't have been possible.

Makoto let out a strangled cry and shut the door, and stayed under the blankets for the rest of the night.

Leon's visits became more frequent. He never said a thing, never moved, only stood at Makoto's door. He never left a trace.

When he's alone, Makoto sometimes glimpses Chihiro down the hallway. Despite the distance, he's always able to make out his caved-in skull.

He walks with a hand on the wall to balance himself.

"I'm looking for someone strong."

The extension cord remains wrapped around both his wrists, circling around his neck.

Chihiro's entire face is bloody. He's in his blue tracksuit. He shuffles along quietly, repeating those words to himself.

"I don't want to be weak anymore."

If he's not in the hallway, he's in the warehouse. There's always a trail of blood outside the door to warn Makoto of his presence.

Nobody else comments on it, so Makoto assumes they haven't bumped into Chihiro yet.

Mondo and Taka come in pairs.

Makoto won't ever grow used to the wailing he hears that comes from Taka's room. He won't ever grow used to the static-y feeling that makes his hairs rise when he passes by. The smell of ozone is always thick and heavy in the air.

"Does... anyone else ever hear someone crying and yelling from their room..?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Naegi. The dorms are soundproof."

Makoto didn't bring it up again after that.

Hifumi's presence lurks in the art room. Nobody else goes there.

He takes out the paints and brushes, but never makes anything with them. Makoto always cleans up after him.

He doesn't know if Hifumi's trying to make art like he did when he was still alive. All he knows is that Hifumi's efforts seem to be in vain.

The kitchen always smells like burning cloth and flesh. Sometimes Makoto can hear sirens, but he's certain he's imagining them.

Celestia doesn't show herself other than that, and honestly, he's afraid of what she'd look like if she did.

The ground seems to shake around the gym at all times.

Makoto peers inside, but it's empty.

Is Sakura's spirit still fighting? It's the only explanation he can come up with.

Sometimes, a pale green glow comes from the dressing room. Makoto can never find the source.

The light is soft and reassuring, though, and it doesn't bring the scent of death with it like all the others.

Alter Ego, he assumes.

Mukuro only started to manifest after the trial for her death. Makoto spots her in the greenhouse; a quick blur of dark hair and a white shirt, before she's gone.

She always hides when he visits. The only reason Makoto even knows that she's around is because even though he can't see her, her presence lingers.

And so does the smell of burning flesh, blood, and metal.

The worst comes after Junko's death. Her malice follows him everywhere, threatening to pull him down into the depths of despair, to drown him in it.

Sometimes he can feel her nails on his cheek.

Sometimes she wakes him up in the middle of the night, leaving him unable to move. He can see her shadow standing at his bedside, her eyes icy and cold.

All he can do is squeeze his eyes shut and try to ignore her whispering.

All he can do is remember that things will get better.

As the doors to the outside world slowly creak open, a gust of wind comes from deep within the school.

Makoto likes to think that it was the spirits of his friends, finally being freed.

Finally at rest.