#coded gore

[guest666-art]

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I love elevators and traditional art

[xamag-draws]

[OCs] felt like revisiting this 2010 drawing

[aria-greenhoodie]

“Maybe it’s just inter-dimensional sickness…?”

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[fluttershybunny]

small lil comp of me i drew today off some show screens ~

🚫 do not tag with stuf like"me" or anything like that please ^×^ no kin tags since they make me a lil uncomfy >×<

[babaiii]

CW BLOOD CW GORE CW ANIMAL DEATH (FOR FOOD)

what does he mean by this !?

anyways. do you ever think about how many animals sanji skins and guts? i think it’s an interesting contrast to him being careful around tiny creatures. i do think his mentality of never wasting food helps with say respect to the animals they eat, but still i wonder how he’d feel about it after he’s confronted with ‘turning heartless’ moment. oh to be killed by my rival who i know is soft hearted and respectful and strong enough to not make me suffer —

also here’s butcher sanji yay

[abeejasarts]

I WANT MALEVOLENT MUTUALS/FRIENDS

I will infodump!! I will fawn over your fanart! I’ll even share my bingo cards! My thoughts have officially reached CRITICAL levels of not-normal.

I’ve realized I have SO many Minecraft/QSMP moots and friends but hardly ANY Malevolent moots/friends, so I’m putting out my moot job-application.

[ask-but-beware-the-consequences]

Happy New Years Eve!

[anonymouspuzzler]

Don't go wasting your emotion; lay all your love on me! Don't go sharing your devotion; lay all your love on me!

[guest666-art]

……… if we died, will I still look the same?

If I died will you still hold me?

If I died….

…

(TW body horror and blood)

What will my memory look like?

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Ok so this is a mix of canon and non canon as the censored Medic is ACTUAL medic while the one with the butchers knife is for a non canon thing with infection company the mod.

Doesn’t mean it’s entirely inaccurate persay….. just more so if Medic became not so….. friendly. :)

There is also an uncensored vers with Medic’s face which I’ll hold back to share for now! Also the song referenced in the art is Butcher Vanity by Vane Lily LISTEN TO IT NOWWWWWWWWW

[cherubchoirs]

Michael, the Ruined Prince

Michael, having used all of his power to seek out God, had failed as the Prince of Heaven. He had abandoned his people, absent for centuries on a fruitless search filled with unheard, increasingly desperate prayers and an unrelenting, bone-deep exhaustion that is now permanent. His grief grew day by day, and an angel in isolation begins to wither, to warp – they must be with one another lest they twist into their extremes, retreating into their divine purpose until it becomes self-destructive parody. And Michael had already been scarred long ago by his role in banishing Lucifer, by God’s own ever-mounting wrath that ate away at the mercy he was meant to feel alongside it. Michael had already been insular, something had already pulled at the seams of his soul, and now centuries of failure consume him. He would return to Heaven with nothing for his people. Nothing for the siblings he swore to protect.

So his final thought in a deeply troubled mind urged him to try one last time. That if he could not find God, then he must bring God to himself. He must sin, he must beg for punishment, and then God will come to deliver it onto him. Just as He once did to Lucifer. It disgusted him, to think he had to debase himself to be as the sinners he held nothing but vile contempt for ever since he couldn’t cope with the guilt of the first fallen angels. But his prayers have failed, his days of weeping have failed, he moved Heaven, Earth, and all of Hell to come up with empty hands. Less than that. Not even a feeling. So Michael, even as a Cherub who could not, did everything he could to replicate his memories of when he had witnessed God Himself tear the light from His angels. Michael had seen it every time, it was he that had to bind any fallen angel that survived it to their place in Hell. He knew, implicitly, what the ritual was even if God seemed to enact it in one beautiful, elegant motion. And he did just that. Imperfect pantomiming, flawed execution, but the same ritual as best as Michael could copy it. All to himself.

But only God and the high Seraphim can sever an angel from their light.

His soul was rent from his body. His light was torn to shreds by his inexperienced hands. The agony that it screeched resounded all the way back to Heaven in unintelligible, muted whispers of nauseous grief no one could understand. Michael felt himself die, but it was incomplete. He was left in a corpse, a body destroyed and succumbing to all it meant but with him still inside of it. God did not come, and Michael was trapped a ruined body, bereft of a soul, of his light, giving way to rot and deterioration yet fully functional. He could do nothing but take this as a sign from God, one that he will not be punished no matter his crime for being such a loyal servant. Even as his body falls apart, as plants begin to burst from his remains, he believes himself to be blessed – see how he grows God’s garden. See how his crown remains pristine. He adorns his exposed bones with gems and finery, ostensibly as thanks to God for keeping him alive, keeping him sinless when he had so despised his impending fall from grace. But. Michael is, in the back of his mind, highly aware of what he’s become. He knows he is rotting, he knows he is in a dead body, he knows, somewhere, God had nothing to do with it. It was just a mistake, it was just his own foolishness with catastrophic consequence. He is more noxious than a fallen angel now, a botch job shambling numbly back to Heaven when he feels the death of Gabriel.

Upon his return, he largely attempts to hide the rot of his body, at least from the citizenry – he cannot hide it from Raphael or Uriel, nor does he try. To Michael, it proves his devotion, it shows God’s still present love for him, and it is a testimony to how he cannot fall, that he can never lose his place in Heaven. Raphael begs for him to be healed, Uriel pleads reason to him, but neither had ever been as strong as Michael and ultimately, he is their leader. No matter the state he returns in, he is the Prince of the Archangels and truthfully...they both fear him now. He is not the Michael they loved, not the one that had been quiet and stoic yet still loving in return. The Michael that would have done anything for them, that never wanted to lose another like he lost Lucifer. He commands them now to join him in binding Gabriel, his tangible grief the only thing that seems to be left of who he had once been.

Internally, Michael sees their fear, he feels the crushing guilt of Gabriel’s fall, he is violently ill with one true look at himself. He had gone wrong a long, long time ago, when he lost Lucifer, and now all of that was being made manifest, but he can’t face it. As flesh falls away, he covers it more and more with jewels as if that could hide the decay he can feel spreading night and day, the only thing he feels now. He must retreat into his purpose, he must not allow such devastating failure to be his legacy. So he turns on Gabriel. Gabriel, whose light had been severed. Who walks freely in an abandoned Hell. Who still has a living, breathing body. Michael’s vitriol toward the damned hones in on Gabriel, consumed with being sure he is left nailed to the lowest pit in Hell for his treachery. All the love he once had turns to hatred and in it, the other three can see that Michael has been left shattered, that nothing in him truly believes God made him this way. God’s most loyal, left to rot.

Additional information:

Michael now always exudes the Odor of Sanctity, but there is a distinct undertone of mold to it

The opalescent webbing that runs through his body is the angelic brain - normally it is iridescent and transparent with a strange glow, but Michael's is opaque and dull

Michael now prefers walking, something noted as unusual when he returned to Heaven, but it's simply due to the fact that his body has been left entirely numb and so it's difficult to maneuver in the air properly

He is very protective of his crown and dragon-skin bag, as they seem to be the only things left uncorrupted on him

[gmanmedias]

HIS PERFECT KINGDOM OF KILLING SUFFERING AND PAIN

💾 💾 💾

❌ ❌ ❌

🦴 🦴 🦴

3: Your strangest kin: AM from I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream. It's not really a kin per se, i just really resonated with him :]

[thou-babbling-brook]

Content Warning: Bloody imagery, implied gore (it’s just pomegranates), and symbolic cannibalism (bro is traumatized)

It’s literally just dramatic pomegranate poetry visualization, but look at your own risk 😎

“I had thought Adha would be the one to lead me to rest… Instead, I held her lifeless body in my arms — saw the terror in her fixed, unblinking eyes…”

*Foams at the mouth* Altaïr and pomegranate poetry and how everyone he loves in his life dies horrible deaths that he feels are all his fault and *shaking* being ready to leave everything behind for Adha only to seek the remnants of her love by destroying those that ruined her which only rids the world of the remnants of her left behind and all consuming love and *sobbing* I am totally normal about this (I am not)

Based heavily on this post

[novelconcepts]

You got me runnin’ like a rabid animal

Felt like drawing some ✨cute shit*✨today

*wolf-mauled unkillable lesbian

[lavina-arts]

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SCHOOLS OPEN TOMORROW AND I WILL START HIGH SCHOOL 😭😭😭😭

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[batw1nggg]

ultimate luck and hope and despair epilogue

so the komaeda pov manga trilogy ends with the famous love confession as we all know—note that the translation here was changed to “i love you… and the hope sleeping inside you….”

but i feel like i never see anyone talk about the epilogue. the epilogue is ch4 and the suicide:

these are the final two pages:

that is komaeda dying. reaching up to a light and hope fragments. when he wakes in the pod, he sees hajime standing over him, and the very last panel of the series is that same light.

his story is inseparably intertwined with hajimes, to the point where the entire trilogy ends with all of this. i am feeling exceptionally normal about this right now 👍

[wickjump]

grrr cross whump… grrrr making him suffer… grrrr giving him extreme amounts of injury and blood soaking his bones… grrr…