#【✮】 . . . viscera

[kobbers]

"Despite what you might think, Girri's gills can't deal with water! I'm using these wipes to clean them without getting them saturated. The rest of him is okay to soap up, though he probably won't like it. Just in case, we've got his fangs in this cozy muzzle to keep me, Kupa, and Bully safe."

inspired by this Bluesky post:

[valtsv]

when i had brain surgery last month i asked if they could take a picture of my brain for me. they brought my phone into surgery with them and the nurse took several videos and gave me a sticker. now i just have videos of my brain like pulsating with my heart beating on my phone and everyday i’m like.,. i could just post it… anyway here’s the sticker they gave me

jealous as fuck. not of the brain surgery i hope you're alright, but i have never wanted to be in a club so bad.

[yugsly]

Excerpt from my Viscera Objectica.

[that-house]

“Tell me about magic,” I said to the god wearing my friend’s corpse.

It (I would not grant it the honor of using her name) smiled at me the way she used to smile. It looked like shit, by the way, streaked with mud and blood and slowly spinning new flesh from atmospheric carbon to patch up the bullet holes our latest acquaintances had left it.

“I know every word in your human languages and none of them suffice. How would you explain a black hole’s accretion disk to a fish?”

“I don’t know. Try.” I didn’t bother voicing the threat but it was implicit, as it was in all of our conversations: your kind has died only once before, but it was at the hands of mine.

It sighed with the weariness of a parent about to talk down to a kid, but it signed up for this when it trapped itself on this rock with me. “It’s a puzzle that’s almost been solved since forever began, a puzzle of infinite complexity worked on by the million sharpest minds to ever be, all themselves fractured into dizzying arrays of subminds in temporally upspun pocket universes, all striving to refine those secret arts of law and mastery. It’s cooperation and competition, vines of knowledge strangling each other as we reach ever upwards towards the sun, clawing at each other in our desperate want. It’s a science. It’s like breathing. It’s like love.”

“I distinctly recall you saying that love is an idiocy reserved for us mortals, and a more efficient chemically-induced blindness than sodium hydroxide too.”

“And I maintain that stance, but it gets the point across, does it not?” It huffed with exasperation, you know, the way that she had a thousand times when we were young. An affectation? Or a bit of humanity bleeding into the monster?

“Mhm. Sure.”

It side-eyed me but kept talking. “You don’t have the point of view it would take to truly understand magic. You never will. Even if you saw the world the way I did, you wouldn’t have the context or the time to decipher it. For you it can never be a science, only ever an art.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“In truth I envied you. With infinity at one’s proverbial fingertips, what else is there to do? The greatest possible workings have all been deduced, those most absolute and inviolable inflictions of the will upon the cosmos, and all that remains to study are the fleeting shadows of concepts beyond even us. But you humans, you tread on new ground that we’ve long since mastered, internalized, and then forgotten. The best you can manage without literally blowing your own minds is a little teleportation. You’re clueless and flawed and you fuck it all up whenever you get the chance. And I envied you.” For a creature enamored with paradox, the idea of a god envying a mortal sure pained it.

“So you cut it all free, cast off the godhead, and came down from on high to slum it with we mortals. I bet you’re regretting that now,” I said, sticking my finger in the last bullet hole and giving it an experimental wiggle. It winced, but the wound closed up like it had never been as I withdrew my finger. Pain is a just a signal, it was always fond of saying. But it still cried whenever it lost a limb.

“Not in the slightest,” said the once-god wearing my friend’s corpse. “This is the most alive I’ve felt in eons.”

[fluentisonus]

🫀<- when you want to convey a deep & abiding love for something but in a Meat way

[todays-xkcd]

IMO the thymus is one of the coolest organs and we should really use it in metaphors more.

Organ Meanings [Explained]

Transcript Under the Cut

[A graph is shown with X and Y-axis without arrow or ticks. To the left of the Y-axis and below the X-axis there are labels with an arrow pointing up from the top of the Y-axis label and an arrow pointing right above the X-axis label, just beneath the x-axis.] Y-axis: How well I understand what it means when used in metaphors X-axis: How well I understand its actual biological function

[On the graph is a scatter plot with 13 labels. Each label is written inside a line that goes just around the words. There are most in the top right corner, but they are spread all over the graph. Here in approximate reading order from top left with indicating of where on the graph the words are located:] [Top left:] Appendix [Top middle:] Nerves Spine [Top right:] Heart Bones Stomach [Center left:] Liver Spleen [Center right:] Lungs [Bottom left:] Thymus Pineal gland [Bottom middle:] Kidneys [Bottom right:] Tongue

[lizmamont]

Lady of the House

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

we need more vampire characters who are squeamish at the sight of blood. that's a comedic goldmine and it's just sitting there

[shukruut]

from the river to the sea🍉

[hrokkall]

DIVINE AUTOPSY

Text from a post by @bedrock-to-buildheight about angel anatomy and the physical manifestations of regret that can only be purged in a bloody vivisection.

[bababonzer]

She was born, unmade, and jarred until her flesh became anew. Shaman flesh does meld harmoniously after all. No wonder she was so viscerally angry, so eager to begin her family anew. Do you think she told her young of the stories her elders used to tell? Do you think parts of Marika the shaman girl remain?

Hornsent YouTube title: UNJARRING A GOD IN 4K (gone seductive) THE INQUISITORS WERE CALLED????!!!

[jjunebunny]

I went bonkers.. click for better quality

THE OPERATING ROOM🩸🩸🩸

[darknanigans]

my favorite thing that ultrakill artists do

inspired by @mxmade-up

[yugsly]

My new comic, VISCERA OBJECTICA, is now up for PRE-ORDER! ( $15 usd. click above to learn more, and to see more random pages!)

A humble tailor is very skilled at his work, but finds the complex patchwork of love painful to stitch together. One day, he visits a farmers market and is drawn to a beautiful puppet, whose vendor utters only: “His name is Theu.” Though the puppet is inanimate, the tailor inexplicably falls for Theu, day by day finding that patchwork of love no longer painful.  Viscera Objectica explores the depth of feeling that develops between man and object, lover and loved.

[philonob]

Goretober - day ??????

I just wanted to participate at least with one piece this year lmao

[crumbpigeon]

till death do us part