#tw: slight gore

[m1n4h]

Ok umm

Day 1: touch, scars

Ghost of your (boy)friend you killed while being mind controlled is touching your shoulder from behind you.

Dead man's touch

Kinda? I chose "touch" for word prompt, though idk if it also can fit word "scars", since his limbs on his ghost being half torn off (hinting at how he died), look like scars. At least as i look at it...

Alternative version under the cut

@ggyweek2024

[awholeclxwn]

i like this silly guy very much

[weirdhasanxiety]

TW: tf2 medic & his inescapable (slight) gore

HEY I DREW PRUSSIA AS TF2 MEDIC A WHILE BACK AND I FORGOR TO POST :D

(Rationale: the Teutons also called themselves the Hospital of St. Mary of the German House in Jerusalem, and I hc Prussia as having done medical work for at least some time then)

Russia’s heavy

that is all.

(I probably got Russia’s features very wrong and I apologise for that; I struggle with faces a lot and I referenced the expression off Heavy’s from the screenshot and… yeah. You can also see this phenomenon in Prussia’s jaw. )

[skylessnights]

THE BEAR — Hannibal AU

Carmen Berzatto, a brilliant young chef from the fine-dining world and secretly a cannibalistic serial killer, is forced to return home after the sudden death of his former boss leaves a web of suspicion surrounding his name. His presence in Chicago soon takes a turn for the better when he meets Sydney Adamu, the new sous chef at The Original Beef and also a killer with the same tendencies. Together they work to create the perfect menu for their new restaurant, one that is as deadly and twisted as their own tastes.

➸ Based on this gifset, this fan edit and this poem

[hehedraws]

bittersweet

[squidiottt]

i was trying out these markers and this looks to good not to post fhdjdkm

also tw: slight blood and gore under cut

also i stole the pose for the first image from the cover image of this

[withered--s0uls]

PART [1/2]

Part two

A patient lost control and led to numerous casualties in White-Sand-Street Asylum. Fortunately, such patient didn'ttry to escape. [...]"

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This took me 6 fucking hours and idek how I feel about the finished piece- oh well here you go

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IDV Lore incoming (possible mentions of all prior CW experiments & other Robbie Deductions)

Okay but I genuinely adore Dolores as a character so much, she and Robbie deserved so much better. They were so happy with their parents and then lost them so suddenly, Robbie not even being aware they are dead. His second deduction implies Dolores arm was removed by force, I wonder if it's connected to their parents death? Then the following months she did everything to protect Robbie as he's all she has left and she cares about her little brother; throwing out the meds used on him (and if shes unable to, taking them herself), repeatedly asking to share a room so he won't hurt himself climbing around the building, not telling him whatever happened to their parents... and then the night of his death she wasn't there to protect him. She was taken away to a room, implied to be under the influence of the amnesia "meds" we find in-game (not recognizing Robbie at the time), he wants to check on her because he hears his older sister screaming but the window frame is too broken and next thing she knows her little angel is gone. "Since they've lost their humanity and the asylum is basically hell, I may as well bury everything here!" I'm convinced she's the one who attacked staff & possibly other patients, as a way to make WSS pay for especially Robbies but also other patients/children's deaths...

[rainewriter3]

//Slight Gore//

ennard when he when scooped michael

[owlish-owlhouse]

Yandere Philip Wittebane

@the-enchanted-archivist is making me have Vampire Philip/Belos thoughts, also 15+ content please be advised

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...

Whether you're a platonic love interest or romantic love interest Philip has put a lot of thought into your transformation and whether he finds it worth it or not. Several nights were spent pacing outside your room listening to your heartbeat as he pondered your humanity. He weighed the pros and cons of having you remain human or changing you heavily but the fear of losing you ultimately led him to his final decision.

A transformation was very painful and he often felt sore in the neck from when he was bit and there was always the risk of something going wrong. He doesn't want a mindless thrall or another slave, he wants you by his side for eternity where you can be happy with one another. He knows what he must do and he prays to whatever God is out there that you won't be damned for his sins.

Romantic

He doesn't talk to you about his plan. He fears your rejection of the idea and having to fight you as you beg him not to do it. Philip despite everything is still very weak for you and while he has the resolve to turn you despite your protests he doesn't want any complications while turning you. He is well aware how selfish this is but once he bites you, you will be forever connected and will never leave him.

Belos wants to feel your warmth one more time before he turns you. He knows it's what he will miss most about your humanity though there is a long list. As he holds you to his chest your eyes are wide and full of fear having just woken up. Your heart is pumping at an alarming rate and any other night he'd do everything in his power to calm you down. He instead cradles the back of your head kissing the crown of your hair before he nuzzles into the front of your neck taking in your last moments as a creature of flesh and blood.

He kisses your neck very softly, lips cold against a living pulse. The moan you let out is music to his ears and he hums making sure to remember that spot before he bites down. Your pain filled cry makes him upset but he closes his eyes and continues to drink injecting you with his venom as he does. He'll comfort you in a moment he promises, please just hang on.

The second he knows your turning he immediatley stops drinking. Licking his lips and your neck clean of blood he pulls away to observe you. Your eyes are very dilated and you're breathing heavily. You look at him confused before you begin to shake and he hums softly stroking your face with his hand before he holds you close. The shaking increases as you begin to thrash and scream the venom now coursing through your veins changing you into a creature like him.

Philip quietly hums to ease his own nerves and fears as you begin to turn. He pets your hair to soothe you as best he can and is quiet as you cry out in pain. He knows you'll be sore when this is over and very thristy. He has everything prepared for you to have an easy transformation and wants to make this as painless and quick as possible. Perhaps more for his sake than yours.

He knows it's done when you lean against him stock still. You continue to breathe, heaving in air despite no longer needing it and he can no longer feel your heart beat. Your also cold in his arms.

"Philip..." It's a quiet needy whisper and he hugs you closer, his face once again in your neck. His long and undone hair tickling your face as he nuzzles you close.

"I know my love... I know."

He's quick to pull away and unbutton his shirt, moving it down to expose his shoulder. He adjusts you in his lap and while you're still very groggy from having been woken up and after the strain of your transformation he urges you to drink. You NEED to drink.

The second he feels your fangs in his neck it's bliss. This will bind you together forever but also to be your first blood. For you to be the first to take from him. It fills him with an odd euphoria, a sick sense of satisfaction.

When you have your fill his lips kiss yours mixing the taste of his blood with yours. Laying you down and cuddling close you need to rest now but you have eternity to be together and he still remembers the spot that made you moan. He smiles as you cuddle closer in your sleep promising he will love and protect you for the rest of your immortal lives.

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Platonic

He's become very attached to you, something no one in the Boiling Isles has done before. Whether he sees you as a friend or his child is up to debate but he feels a strange overprotectiveness of you that he can't explain. A friendship blooms between the two of you and these feelings deepen as time goes on. He comes to look forward to your company and even messes with your schedule so you can have more time together. He finds himself giving you special privileges and can't help but indulge your every whim.

One day Philip begins to see you age as you work with him and the Emperor's Coven. He has a hard realization that one day he'll blink and you'll be gone. It sends him into a panic and the only thing that calms him is the idea of keeping you by his side, of always being there to protect and care for you. He can only hope you'll someday forgive him...

After a private dinner with your favorite food and desert Philip takes your hand in his. You smile at him before giving him a strange look as he presses it to his forehead murmuring a prayer to you despite how it burns his tongue. Whispering how sorry he is but this is the only way before he suddenly yanks you forward and bites into your wrist. The bite is unexpected and the venom is like fire through your veins. Crying at the pain the screams you let out as you struggle against him pain him, truly they do. But he can't stop. He's sorry but he can't stop.

You are a thrashing screeching mess and while he usually enjoys this part of his meal hearing these sounds from you breaks him. He tries to inject the venom as quickly as possible and the second he knows it's taken he pulls away and quickly hushes you. His hands push back your hair as he tries to soothe you and your pain.

You're pulled against his chest and he wraps the coat he's wearing around you as you begin to scream and sob. He kisses your forehead and just shushes you softly as he hugs you. His shirt becomes wet with your tears and he closes his eyes clinging to you like a life line. This will all be worth it.

When you finally stop struggling and go limp against him Philip fears the worst until he hears you panting softly. Your heart has stopped and he realizes he will no longer be able to use that as a way of tracking where you are in the castle. He chuckles at the absurdity of the thought before he squeezes you close.

Biting his wrist slitting it open for you, your eyes dilate staring at the blood. Philip urges you to drink and while you hesitate for a moment you do eventually give in to your new urges and insatiable blood lust. He lets you take as much as you want without complaining about the pain or how he feels weak from letting you take so much. His free hand strokes your cheek and you close your eyes and lean into the soft touch.

Philip is so gentle with you after you've had your fill. He lays down pulling you with him and as you whine wanting to get away he keeps a firm but gentle hold on you. He adjusts his jacket to be like a blanket and his scent surrounding you calms you down as you cuddle into his chest. As one arm keeps you close the other rests on the back of your head. His hand going through your hair as he eases you sleep. Staring at the wall he tucks you under his chin still paltinh with your hair. He's going to take care of you through your transformation. He promises. But first you need to rest.

[jammyjams1910]

TW: Blood & slight gore

✨*Ghost hubby jumpscare😳*✨

[jester-jazzys-mind]

BATTLE OF THE LARYNX

This isn’t my best work but I still kinda like it. Outfit was slightly inspired by Flora’s Bloomix, if you can tell

[plasma-studios]

actually yknow what i want to talk more about unwilling!siren-like!dream.

imagine a Dream but with the voice of a siren. imagine a Dream who unintentionally mesmerises everyone with his voice, and who hates it because it gives him a control neither they want him nor he wants to have.

imagine a Dream who is hated by enemies who'd otherwise be allies or even friends because he can so easily control others. imagine. imagine a Dream who eventually tears out his own voicebox in a panic attack. imagine a Dream who gives it to Nightmare a truce offering.

[buttertrait-old]

Day 22 of simstober: The undead (any pronouns)

[skylessnights]

THE BEAR — Hannibal/Serial Killer AU

Carmen Berzatto, a brilliant young chef from the fine-dining world and secretly a cannibalistic serial killer, is forced to return home after the sudden death of his former boss leaves a web of suspicion surrounding his name. His presence in Chicago soon takes a turn for the better when he meets Sydney Adamu, the new sous chef at The Original Beef and also a killer with the same tendencies. Together they work to create the perfect menu for their new restaurant, one that is as deadly and twisted as their own tastes.

➸ Based on this gifset

[sylviareviar]

@nijimx - Plotted starter

Warped shadows curled around the soft sand beneath the Thieves' feet, while a grand cathedral stood before them, coldly towering above them as if daring any challengers to approach. Everything in this world was dark and gray, the only speck of color on the front belonging to a giant stained-glass window depicting a small girl bowing and praying to a mass of gods and priests. Even then, it was only shades of yellow or orange in color, reflecting prismatically on the sand.

The sand-- the island itself-- was also dark gray in color, and the ocean surrounding the area may as well have drowned the rest of the city. While some buildings rose as high as they normally would in real life, indicating locations familiar to the owner of the Palace, others were completely crumbled and destroyed or just didn't exist entirely, a sign of her poor directional skills.

The lone, sandy island and cathedral weren't everything, however, as even the sky itself was full of hate and despair. Stormclouds had gathered the moment they set foot on the sand and a downpour of rain assaulted them. Even the lightning trailing the sky had no color, and it was surprisingly louder than normal. Through the sky, echoes of the real world leaked through as well. The painful screeching of a train and overwhelmingly loud honks of cars, the oppressive feeling of people crowding and talking in one's ear... All of the painful sounds of Shibuya conglomerated into the sound of painful, terrifying chaos, all while thunder rumbled loudly in the background and rain weighed down on the Phantom Thieves.

This was Sylvia Reviar's Church of Sacrifice.

Keywords: Sylvia Reviar, Church, Shujin Academy.

[hanaotaku95]

First meeting

Commissioned from @nooodlezzz

A chance encounter between the radio demon and a child sinner changes the course of both of their afterlives, even if they don’t realize it yet.

The child regarded him with an inquisitive gaze, something which brought a sense of amusement to the Radio demon. It wasn’t too often he came across someone who didn’t react to his presence with fear or contempt. Perhaps she was a new Sinner and somehow never heard any of his broadcasts, but surely a strange demon with a grin would at least prompt a response other than curiosity.

Speaking of which, Alastor’s own curiosity spiked as the rabbit, or whatever she was, girl looked down at the arm she currently wasn’t eating then back up at him. He blinked as she took a hold of it and held it out for him.

“Oh~?” Alastor tilted his head, raising an eyebrow at the child.

“Want some?”

He examined the scene before him like he was trying to decipher a puzzle, and all he could feel was amusement. “How kind of you, my dear! But no thank you. I prefer my meat fresh.”

“….and two hours dead isn’t considered fresh?”

Alastor just laughed.