#vague gore tw

[corroded-corpse]

i want to cut your words into me over and over until it drowns my skin.

i want you to sear into my body permanently so nobody forgets my devotion to you..

[sugarandpoisonspikes]

...Lils is still glowing like they're a paper lantern.

It looks like Lils is made of tissue paper wrapped around the heart of stars interspersed with bones made of black holes.

...the eyes and maws have started looking like punched holes in the tissue paper of Lils's shell.

...maybe Lils shouldn't have eaten that large winged creature that tried to choke Lils and called Lils an aberration.

[kermit-coded]

god loves you, but not enough to save you

[lavender-temult]

Hey pspspsps gay people c’mere I did another redraw (from this image)

[heart-wit-strength]

Do you think when Darcy suggested extracting the powers from the girls via dissection it implied that Anne being the wielder of Heart calamity, its assumption was that the power was stored literally inside her heart and so they were going to try extract that thing out, since the Core had no fucking clue how the powers worked

[navysealt4t]

devour

[bi-shop]

dear suns

[ring-of-galactic]

Mm.. I do feel quite proud of myself. That fucker won't be doing shit to anyone else.

..It was quite a mess though. Kinda went everywhere at the end.. That's probably gonna be a pain to clean up, since it was already hard to clean what got on me. Hope the floor and walls aren't too much trouble..

[corroded-corpse]

i want you completely. i want you terribly.

i want your hands, your claws. your gnashing teeth.

dig into my flesh, and gorge into my love until you’re sated. find yourself in your claim on me.

make sure i’m yours to keep.

[sugarandpoisonspikes]

#Lils is resting, exhausted, on the couch. They're sprawled out on the couch cushions, covered in blood and soot, and the skin of their palms looks inflamed and raw where it's visible due to their spread-eagled position. However, they don't appear to be otherwise wounded, therefore the blood mustn't belong to them.#

[definitivelynotanalien]

// I've been thinking about this for MONTHS and it's finally here. A Salmon-Focused piece, everybody //

The wood bellow shook, just the barest amount. And as he saw the escene infront of him, dark liquid staining every surface around him, he did what he knew to do. He hissed, and he hoped it came out the way it should, that it stopped his brother dead in his tracks.

And it did. He took a deep breath, the taste of iron filling his lungs, and he called out, or hoped he did. "Back." He begged for the sound to come out of his lips, he begged for the noise to form and come out the way it should. He felt it leave his throat, but that was it.

"Back!" He yelled, hoped he did, and he gasped for air and prayed it worked. "G-go back!!" He cried out, the sound ignored by his ears. And then the wood moved, and the vibrations got subtler, further away, and then they stopped. He felt relieved, and dizzy. It was too much, as he looked down to... This infront of him.

He only looked for a moment, and even in dark and white it was too much. His legs shook as he stood, and then he walked away, up the stairs. The path was familiar, and yet it felt strange. He pushed the door open, lavender honey almost overpowered the iron that soaked his clothes dripping into the floor staining the old wood beneath his feet. He walked to the bed, so big and cozy covered in quilts, and stood by her side. His mother lay beneath the covers, unaware of the horrors beyond the staircase. His hand, stained in dark liquid, touched her shoulder, and he shook her. Cautious, afraid, his hand trembled as he moved her trying to wake her from her sleep.

"Ma." The way his vocal chords moved felt right, but he was unsure if she heard or not. He pushed harder, the fast beating inside his chest made him nauseous. "Mama." He moved her just once more, and finally, she stirred. He felt her shoulders move with her chest as she took a deep breath, and saw her eyes flutter open. His heart sank as his mother's eyes filled with horror, and felt his fill with tears in response. He gasped for air, and broke into sobs. She sat up in her bed, took his hands and stared at them with fear. He tried to say something, anything, he wasn't really sure if he was making noise at all. He stared at her lips, dry and pulled into a tense line across her face. Something snapped her out of her stuppor and quickly she started patting down her child, moving him around with frantic movements and only seemed to calm down once she realized the blood was not his.

"Where's Bright?" Her hands moved, quickly and shakily but clear enough to understand. He raised a shaking arm and pointed to their bedroom across the hall, he looked at his mother, and as he took a quivering breath he signed. "Downstairs. Someone." It barely made any sense and yet his mother's eyes widened in terror. She jumped off the bed, standing tall and slender and scared like a deer caught in the sharp end of an arrow. He watched as she frantically reached for the sword she kept behind her closet, and as she turned to him, he understood what she meant by pointing at the floor. He stayed there as his mother's long locks left his vision, and he counted every step he could feel move across the floorboards until she was out of range. Anxiety overpowered him and he walked out of the bedroom, walking down the stairs to watch his mother come and go frantically around the scene. He saw the way she covered her mouth like she always did when stressed, and observed hidden by the railing as she dragged the heavy weight out onto the backyard. He knew the forest was outside, and could only guess that she'd left the evidence there. When she came back the cleaning began, frantic but efficient, he vaguely noted the things she used and did to get rid of the dark stains that covered their living room, the smell was pungent but enough to cover the iron that lingered in the air. It felt like hours went by until his mother was finally done, and then she came up the stairs. She said nothing, her face pale even in the dark as she grabbed him by the armpits to drag him up the stairs. He felt ill as he was walked to the bathroom and the soaked clothes were stripped off his body, the water in the bathtub was cold but he didn't dare say a word to his mother who bathed him, he couldn't look at the red water, only stared at her worried face, trying to understand what this meant for him. It felt surreal when he was dried and clothed again, he only vaguely recalled watching his mother toss his clothes into the lit fireplace along with some other stuff, he wasn't sure of what it was.

"You must never speak of this." She said, the grip on his shoulders was a little too tight for comfort but he understood that she meant what she said. "Never, ever. If anyone finds out what happened tonight bad things will happen. Do you understand?" He nodded almost frantically, feeling his heart beat inside his chest harder than ever. He wanted to cry when his mother wrapped him into a tight hug that lasted longer than usual, it didn't feel comforting, it just felt... Desperate. He felt as if she were to let go he might drift away and drown, so he grabbed onto fistfuls of her clothes and refused to let go so stubbornly that he was eventually carried to bed by her. And they laid in the big cozy bed covered in quilts for what felt like hours, and she tapped his back. Dot dot... Dot pause dot dot... He knew this pattern. He knew where it went and what it meant. And she told him he was brave, he couldn't really believe her, but he chose to sleep then when the memory of it was fresh and the world was only her steady heartbeat against his ear. And so, he never spoke of it again. He'd never talk of what he had to do that night. And he'd do it again, and again, and again his whole life. But he was a kid the first time, and he'll never forget that.

[yourfavouritefighter]

I felt inspired again by @quilna’s epic fic How to Be a Proper Gentleman and my lord it is so sick, please go read it asap dudes it rocks.

⚠️TW: Gore ⚠️

(Plus potential spoilers for the fic)

You still here? Ight bring on the art

[mariocki]

Parasite (1982)

"That thing on your stomach..."

"A new strain of parasite. I deserve it, in a way. I created it."

"For the Merchants? Why?"

"I thought for the government. They're so mixed up with the Merchants now, they work for one another. This 'thing', as you call it, is growing. It's dormant now but it will soon grow larger... and kill me."

[angelhummel]

as the iconic klaine fics of history poll comes to a close i wanna ask if anyone remembers “the boy with the unicorn tattoo” bc it wasn’t on there alksfjdslkf. it was like the greatest piece of literature ever crafted in my like 17-18ish year old eyes so allow me to tell you about it here today (also p sure there was a main trilogy then some sequel series, this is just about the original trilogy)

the first part that my now adult brain goes to is that kurt was 16 and blaine was 32 💀 which is obviously ummm... but also truthfully the least weird part of the stories so lets keep it pushing

blaine was an author and married to rachel

kurt was a very fashionable vagrant i remember he was friends with sugar for like a chapter

oh obviously it was an homage to “girl with the dragon tattoo” ofc

it’s like a murder mystery. there’s a serial killer on the loose we gotta figure out who he is

marley and kitty died rip. also suzy pepper

EVERYONE was a character in this story. that girl that santana smiled at in the library in her flashback in 4x04? she’s a character. she died too rip

brittany was a tattoo artist and gave kurt his unicorn

santana was a cop. boooo. they really kicked off the whole lesbian cop trend huh </3

i truthfully dont remember what most of the other characters were doing. tina and maybe mike i think worked at the cafe where blaine liked to go and write?? and where he first met kurt

burt has long been dead and kurt spent some time at a foster home run by carole so maybe some of the other kids showed up there

blaine thinks kurt is trans the first few times they’re intimate bc he’s missing a certain appendage. but ummm we find out later there was an incident in kurt’s childhood involving an ax and again lets just leave it at that

oh it also involved kurt’s foster/step brother and we’re supposed to automatically assume its finn bc canon but hmm there may be some more twists afoot idk

we also hear something about a katie hummel wonder what that’s about

there are three main killers across the different stories and they’re themed around the wizard of oz. the scarecrow, the tinman, and the cowardly lion

and they go in order so the killer of the first story is the scarecrow. the one without a brain. spoiler alert, it’s schuester alskjdslkf

i think kurt kills him?? and that’s everything i remember about the first story

i dont remember a lot of the details of the sequel stories just like The Killers

so the second story involves the tinman, the one without a heart

harmony is the only victim i remember and her death was boot nasty im not gonna get into details bc its one of my big squicks lkajsfdlks

and she was on broadway and there might’ve been another broadway related victim but rachel is also on broadway and blaine is worried she might be another target

i think they might be divorced at this point but im not sure

i feeeeel like there was also a duality of like the queen of hearts vs the tinman idk

and into the woods was also thematically relevant

honestly the reason this fic hit me so hard is it really just ticked every box for every adolescent obsession i ever experienced alskfjlsk. its staying power is unmatched for me

anyway spoilers again but the tinman is sebastian. he was also kurt’s foster brother from back in the day and the one that did the big Chop

there’s a confrontation on the roof between sebastian, kurt, and blaine. sebastian says he’s going to shoot blaine if kurt doesnt jump off the building and kill himself. so kurt does it

but sebastian was bluffing bc his gun was out of bullets </3 rip kurt

but of course he doesn’t die there’s like 50 more parts in this story dont be silly

bc like actual police backup were on there way and they managed to set something up in time so kurt didnt completely fall??

but also blaine thinks he died for a while and he doesnt find out the truth til months later

also also kurt didnt know backup would be there in time and he was fully ready to die if it meant saving blaine uwu

also i dont remember when we learn this but at some point in kurt’s past he was traded from the smythe family to the karofsky family but as katie hummel to be dave’s idk wife i guess?? and lived as a girl for a while

so the third story involves the cowardly lion killer, the one with no courage. place your bets now on who you think it is

well you’re wrong bc it’s chandler. remember him??

also there was a whole mystery about “eli c” and who that is. and i think at the crime scenes it would have like “KH + Eli C” written in blood or something. as in like the eli c person was obsessed with kurt hummel (the KH part, if you arent good with initials)

so they figure out who the killer is bc if you rearrange the letters in KH + Eli C you get “C. Kiehl”

thats still the best and funniest twist ive ever seen in a piece of media ever. i literally think about it about once a week to this day

i think there was a scene in a library or something idk

i remember the least about the third one idek who died

So yeah that’s all I remember about this wonderful crazy fucked up series of stories. I think in the sequel series they were in Italy. Pretty sure Kurt gets framed for Blaine’s murders but also Blaine isn’t really dead obvi. Kurt ends up in a mental institution or something. It’s wild man. Oh also (according to my teenage brain, I have not revisited these stories in my adulthood) the author was like a really good story teller on their own but also would just randomly plagiarize whole chunks of texts from other works?? And I was like yeah sure that’s fair

Anyway lmk if you actually read this or if this read like the world’s worst fever dream to you uwu

[mute-call]

@florietiae said: ❛ don’t look at me! i don’t … i don’t want you seeing me like this. ❜ / from mike 🥺 || QUOTES THAT BROKE ME STARTERS.

Steven averts his gaze, as much for his own sake as Mike's. He's not a squeamish person, but the sharp scent of blood in the air is making him feel slightly nauseous, and looking past the open mouth of the Freddy suit at Mike's disfigured, misaligned jaw isn't helping.

This is Bell's fault. He should never have left this position, never have trusted anyone else to handle a job this dangerous. He knew what might happen, and he quit anyway after only a week of working with Michael-- as if a week is anywhere long enough to train someone to handle something like this!

"Easy, easy, you're okay--" he says soothingly, uselessly. Nothing about this is okay.

"I called 911, you're going to be f-- you'll be just fine!" Bell's voice is cracking, his typical dismissal of the severity of the situation faltering in the face of something like this. It's even worse than what happened to Jeremy, if such a thing is possible. If it weren't for Mike's weak voice filtering from the suit, Steven would be certain that the other man died minutes (or hours) ago.

There's just so much blood--

"Keep talking, okay?" Steven doesn't know much about medical procedures, but he's pretty sure it's not a good idea to let someone fall unconscious in a situation like this. He grasps at Mike's hand (or rather, at the padding of the suit around it) and gives a gentle squeeze.

"I'll be right here. It'll all be okay."

[cgspirl]

she gene on my ration til i loss

inspo talk + theme discussion under the cut

genloss put diseases in my brain so i banged these out last night or so

the first one i sketched during my work break actually lol

neways songs used in order:

sidenote: austin's death probably fucked me up a little more than ranboo's because as me n my homie @asardonicsailor deduced austin was probably the only one that was anywhere akin to still vaguely being a real person. didn't really help that sneeg had to physically hold him back from fucking up the narrative in favor of self-preservation

will i draw more? idk maybe haven't decided yet-