#🦷bloodied teeth

[polyamorous-selfinserts]

litcheralyy tell meee

I'd like to just say that in all my bnha self insert/ship aus, if I say I'm quirkless I'm actually not. I just have a quirk so dull and mundane that it is never picked up on.

[voxofthevoid]

Vore Wednesday#2—revamped 🦷

Tumblr ate my original post for this, which I found out last week while looking up that snippet for an ask response. Since it'll be July or something before your resistance, prophetic self-destruction goes up on Ao3, I figured I might as well reinstate the post.

For folks who haven't seen this before, here's the fic I started the WIP Wednesday snippets for. It's kinda wild remembering how quiet the JJK side of my blog was back then. For folks who have already read this, there's still new material since I've doubled the length of the excerpt.

(Links for Snippet 1 and Snippet 3)

Have some chosoita ft. Gojou and goyuu:

He mouths at a bruise, too much teeth for it to be soothing, but Chōsō pushes his chest into it anyway, his fingers curling into a fist in Yuuji’s hair.

Yuuji digs his teeth in harder before letting go, dragging his lips up to Chōsō’s shoulder. The skin there is pulled taut over straining muscles, and they flex under his mouth, almost a flinch. Yuuji can understand why, given what he did the last few times he set his teeth to Chōsō’s shoulder. But he also knows it’s not dread that’s trembling in Chōsō’s muscles but anticipation.

He sucks lightly, and Chōsō shudders against him, around him.

Yuuji’s mouth waters.

It’s fucked up. He shouldn’t like this. He doesn’t even know if he actually does. He sure as hell isn’t hungry. And he said he’d eat anything, but not like this—this isn’t power, it’s just pleasure. And it shouldn’t be.

Monster, purrs a voice in his head, infuriatingly familiar because despite ripping free of Yuuji’s body, that bastard is still here haunting his mind. 

But fine. Yuuji will be the monster.

He clamps his teeth around Chōsō’s flesh, tearing out a bloody chunk.

Chōsō jerks against him, crying out hoarsely. His dick’s leaking where it’s pressed between their bellies, making a mess of what’s left of their clothes. Yuuji swallows, mouth still pressed to the hotly bleeding wound at Chōsō’s shoulder. He’s keenly aware of Chōsō’s cursed energy mingling with his own, and it’s not the revitalizing rush it was back in Shibuya when Chōsō was making a concerted attempt to transfer it to Yuuji, but even in this passive state, his power is potent and it burns inside Yuuji—blood and rot, life and decay.

Under his lips, Chōsō’s flesh is starting to knit back together. Yuuji licks at it, blood wetting his tongue, and Chōsō squirms on his cock, scrabbling at Yuuji’s shoulders as if that will give him any leverage. Yuuji bites deep into the healing flesh.

Chōsō gasps his name like a curse and a prayer.

“Well,” says a voice that is distinctly not Chōsō’s, “this isn’t what I was expecting.”

Yuuji freezes, but so does Chōsō, and that’s a bad idea given the position they’re in. His dick doesn’t care that Yuuji’s veins just iced over; the blood fattening it up is as hot as anything, as the blood still slicking his mouth.

He lifts his face from Chōsō’s mangled shoulder, staring over it at the dark room. The only illumination is the faint moonlight from the open window, but Yuuji’s eyes adjusted to the darkness long back. He can see all too well the figure slouching in the darkness by the door—the still-locked door, which sure as hell didn’t open and close without either Yuuji or Chōsō noticing it.

But when has a paltry door ever stopped Gojou Satoru? How many times did Yuuji wake in his dorm room to find a body looming over him, a mouth stifling his shout before it could rend the air and probably bring Fushiguro running?

“Gojou-sensei,” Yuuji chokes out. “What are you doing? Why are you here?”

Gojou shifts, pushing away from the wall he was leaning against. He’s still not wearing his blindfold, and his eyes are eerily bright in the dark, as if they’re generating their own light. It leaves the rest of his face discomfitingly shadowed.

It’s perverse how the sight makes Yuuji’s dick twitch where it’s buried inside a frozen Chōsō.

And it’s Chōsō Gojou is staring at, appraising his half-dressed body with a hot, heavy regard that doesn’t feel sexual so much as predatory, and Yuuji feels his heart lurch to his throat when those gleaming eyes linger on Chōsō’s shoulder and slide slowly, inexorably to Yuuji’s gore-stained mouth.

“Six Eyes,” Chōsō hisses, voice low and furious; he’s turned his head, probably glaring at Gojou. “Get out.”  

A curse, maybe a warning, dies in Yuuji’s throat, his thundering heart still plugging it up. He stares at the taut line of Chōsō’s throat, then at Gojou’s dangerously bland smile. Back and forth, over and over.

“No, I don’t think I will,” says Gojou, and Yuuji knows the particular edge of that serrated amusement on his tongue, and he can’t help how his fingers sink into Chōsō’s hips, gripping hard enough to make Chōsō’s legs twitch around him. And it hits him then, more of a shock than it should be: Chōsō’s still on his cock, Yuuji’s still— “To answer your question, Yuuji, I came here—ran here, really, because I’m a good teacher like that—because I sensed your cursed energy doing some freaky shit. And him, of course. This isn’t what I thought I’d see, but you definitely don’t look like you’re in need of a rescue.”

His eyes drop pointedly to where Chōsō is seated on Yuuji’s cock.

The traitorous thing throbs.

Chōsō makes a soft, shuddering noise.

“I…” Yuuji tails off. What the fuck can he say?

I can explain? He can’t.

I’m sorry? He’s not.

And he can’t do that to Chōsō, especially not when Yuuji’s the one who dragged him into this.

“Yuuji’s brother, was it?” Gojou asks mildly, not a question at all. “Now, I don’t know how it is for curses, but among us lowly humans, this kind of thing is pretty pathological.”

“Sensei!” Yuuji snaps before he can help himself.

The full, furious force of Gojou’s attention descends on him, freezing him twice over.

Gojou takes a step forward, then another.

Chōsō grows impossibly tenser, warm marble in Yuuji’s arms and a molten constriction around his cock. But Yuuji can only watch Gojou’s slow, stalking approach with a strange sort of exhilarated horror.

Gojou comes to a stop right behind Chōsō, whose discomfort writhes in the air. Yuuji meets his eyes for a fleeting moment, helpless need crashing into helpless fury. There’s nothing Chōsō can do, impaled on Yuuji’s cock with Yuuji’s hands holding him down.

I’m sorry, Yuuji wants to say, but he already knows, doesn’t he, that Chōsō will forgive him anything?

Above Chōsō’s head, Gojou’s eyes blaze blue.

Yuuji runs into them headfirst.

An arm reaches over Chōsō’s shoulder, carefully not brushing skin. Chōsō tenses anyway, pulling a throaty whine out of Yuuji that’s crushed the next instant by the fingers curling around his jaw, too tender to be anything but cruel.

Gojou’s thumb wipes the blood off Yuuji’s lips.

For a moment, they all seem to stare at it.

“Six Eyes,” Chōsō growls, and it’s angry, almost as angry as he was the one and only time he tried to kill Yuuji, but underneath that, there’s something Yuuji can only label fear.

“Yuuji’s brother,” Gojou returns, calm and deadly. “Hush now. My business isn’t with you.”

Chōsō jolts, furious, but maybe he forgets he’s still sitting on Yuuji’s cock because the motion makes them both groan—Chōsō obviously failing to stifle it, Yuuji too far gone to even try.

Gojou’s pupils grow cavernous.

Motion, a blinding blur.

Lips press to Yuuji’s, and they don’t belong to the body now crushed against his own. It’s the most aggressive kiss he’s ever had, even if it’s close-lipped and three seconds long. He gasps into it, but Gojou’s already pulling back, and Yuuji doesn’t think it has anything to do with the spikes of blood erupting from Chōsō’s torn shoulder to shatter uselessly against Infinity.

Gojou pays them—and Chōsō—no mind.

He says, “Come find me when you’re done playing with your…brother.”

And then he’s gone, an absence more sudden and absolute than his appearance earlier.

“Fuck,” Yuuji says, softy and with feeling; his whole mouth is burning, electric.

“Yuuji,” Chōsō says tightly, “you need to—”

Let go, is what he probably plans to say. Pull out, maybe.

Yuuji doesn’t do either, doesn’t even let him finish, standing in a violent rush that strangles Chōsō’s words and Yuuji’s common sense both, and it’s a few, harried strides to the door, Chōsō’s back impacting it with a loud thud that reverberates in the too-quiet room.  

Chōsō’s answering shudder bites into Yuuji’s cock.

“What are you doing?” he asks, a strained, barely audible whisper.

Yuuji kisses him because he doesn’t have an answer, fucks into him because he doesn’t want the questions, and Chōsō gasps into his mouth and tightens around his cock, and Yuuji’s body knows how to take it from there, even if his mind is a maelstrom of white and blue.

Are you there, are you listening, is this what you—

A particularly harsh thrust makes Chōsō rake his nails down Yuuji’s back, and Yuuji hoists him higher in response, fingers digging bruises into thick, taut thighs, and it’s better, the angle, Chōsō held at just the right height for Yuuji to plunge madly into, and he growls, the sound half lost in their wet, open mouths, but Chōsō still claws him open and squeezes him tighter, and there’s a cry thrust down Yuuji’s throat—a hurt little noise.

What am I doing, why am I punishing him—

Why is he angry?

[syszombie]

TW: BL0_D, C4NN!BALISM, G0R_

➮ : c4nnib4l prns ^_< ?!

cann!bal / blood / bloody / gory / organz /meat / death / torture / flesh / fillet / eye / stomach / he4rt / heart / meaty / guts / teeth / body / de4d / dead / dying / steak / wormz / worms

➮ : emoji prns >_^ ?!

🍖 / 🥩 / 👁️ / 🦷 /🍷 / 🔪 / 🦴 / 🫁 / 🫀 / 🧠 / 🪱 / 🩸

[jax-wins-these]

(You lucky duck)

(With a 19 Jax wildly jabs at his arm over and over and over again making many indents and holes that ooze his blood, at least it looked like it, it had to be it was coming from him arm!)

(Xe scoops out 6 teeth. Each one soaked in blood leaving a bloody cavity Behind. The knife scrapes against the bones underneath making the entire experience more awful)

(There is still two teeth moving upwards. Halfway to his shoulder)

-🦷

<Every grimace is worth it, he tells himself. He'd rather not let these things climb too high. He'll try getting more out.>

<OKAY DM. WHAT DO I GET WITH A NATURAL FUCKING ONE.>

[multiimistakes]

EMMY HC'S

🦷 5'7 of pure annoying terror. Athletic build in the sense he's out there running around and carrying grown bastards over his shoulder. So take his FC's body type and add in a little more arm bulk and some tummy and you got it.

🦷 Does his trials willingly but complains the whole time. Very talkative during trials. He's very chatty and def' brings a 'raging gamer male' energy to the trials no one likes.

🦷 Shitty attention span. Has camped before to go on long and ranty tangents to a hooked survivor. It's 100% not a strategy, he's just stupid. You have to literally draw his focus away elsewhere with noise or visuals.

🦷 Father was a dentist that left him and his ma when he was pretty young. Daddy issues. He doesn't want to talk about this because it makes the teeth murder thing reeeeally weird actually.

🦷 The teeth thing actually probably came from his country backwoods upbringing. He'd find cow skulls and whatever else near the land he lived around and liked to pry the teeth out.

🦷 Doesn't really enjoy killing but clearly isn't opposed to it and gets SOMETHING out of it. I don't even think he knows why he does it.

🦷 Loser killer. Only had 3 kills before he was pulled in and one was an accident.

🦷 Outdoors hunter so he's got some tracking and general nature skills. Probably a more aura-based set of perks if I could be bothered to make some up. Offerings would be like...bloody tooth, shitty cup of coffee, tattered flannel idk.

🦷 Hobbies besides prying teeth out of people include making jewelry out of said teeth. Carving wood or animal bones (sometimes also people bones). Drinking the shitty sort of coffee that always has grounds at the bottom of the cup. Bashing survivor heads with his shitty nail bat and rambling about how he coulda TOTALLY made it to the MLB if he'd had better circumstances.

🦷 Lives in dirty jeans, dirty t-shirts, dirty and ripped flannels. Dirty man who looks like he rolls around in dirt, blood, and more dirt.

🦷 That sleeper agent sort of dangerous charm. Draws you in with his pathetic meow meow aura but UH OH he's a morally bankrupt killer that doesn't seem to see people as people. :O

🦷 But totally docile. Like in the way a wild animal is as long as it's caged. :) He's very lonely, please somebody talk to him.

[anicacats2111meou]

I'm a vampire. 😈🧛‍♀️

Show me my bloody teeth. I'll pull them out by the roots. 🦷🪫

[thecoffeecrew404]

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->NAMES

Caffeine ★ Coffee ★ Doll♡ ★ Gold ★ Golden ★ Jester ★ TCC

->HONORIFICS

Archivist 𖤐 Dr♡ 𖤐 Lord♡ 𖤐 Madam♡ 𖤐 Master♡ 𖤐 Mod 𖤐 Mr 𖤐 Mx 𖤐 Sir 𖤐 Vynx 𖤐 Vyx

->TITLES

THE JESTER ✧ The Collector ✧ The Distortion ✧ The Bloodied♡ ✧ The Creator ✧ *The Dancing Demon*♡ ✧ The Endless One ✧ *The Observer*♡ ✧ The Weary

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The Archivist ✧ The Lost ✧ The Many ✧ The Narrator ✧ The Player ✧ The Ultimate Jester♡ ✧ the one who is lost in all that is known♡

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The Faceless Being♡ ✧ One Who Consumes

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Final One ✧ The Brave ✧ The Maze ✧ The One Who Flew ✧ The One Who Makes the Sea Move ✧ The Stars✧ ***The Ringmaster***♡

->PRNS<-

1per (I/me/my/mine/myself)

Fem

Masc

sol/sola/solar/solarine/solarself

Neu

I/me/my/mine/myself ☆ we/us/our/ours/ourself

Inhu

2per(you/you/your/yours/yourself)

Fem

Masc

Neu

thou/thee/thy/thine/thyself ☆ chaos/chaos/chaos'/chaos'/chaoself

Inhu

divine/divine/diviner/diviners/divinerself ☆ mirr/mirr/mirror/mirrors/mirrorself ☆ rage/rage/rages/rages/rageself

3per (xe/xim/xis/xis/ximself)

Fem

moon/moons ☆ fae/faer ☆ bitch/bitchself ☆ honey/honeyself ☆ buns/bunself ☆ elix/elixers/elixerself ☆ star/stars ☆ ser/serp ☆ 🍄/🍄s

Masc

sun/suns ☆ he/him ☆ gri/grim ☆ death/deathself ☆ knife/knifeself ☆ horror/horrorself ☆ scream/screamself ☆ punk/punkself ☆ paw/pawself ☆ rad / rads ☆ sin/sin's ☆ flame/flames ☆ 🔥/🔥s ☆ mag/magma ☆ 🎲/🎲's

Neu

xey/xem ☆ jest/jesters ☆ they/them ☆ thou/thee ☆ ne/neon ☆ pastel/pastelself ☆ moth/mothself ☆ festive/festiveself ☆ max/maxself ☆ chaos/chaoself ☆ tism/tismself/creature/creatureself ☆ anxious/anxiouself ☆ alchemy/achemyself ☆ book/bookself ☆ vy/vym ☆ xd/xds ☆ pix / pixel ☆ skel/skeleton ☆ tri/trick ☆ hoard/hoards ☆ th3y/th3m ☆ :D/:D's

Inhu

it/its ☆ teeth/teeth's ☆ noob/noobs ☆ play/plays ☆ game/games ☆ oof/oofs ☆ bloxy/bloxys ☆ ###/###s☆ jailbreak (jb)/jailbreaks (jbs) ☆ 🎮/🎮s ☆ 🖥️/🖥️s ☆ / s / self ☆ glitch/glitches/glitchself ☆ spi/der ☆ eyes/eyes ☆ skull/skullself ☆ grim/grimreaper/reaperself ☆ web/webself ☆ normal/normalself ☆ 🦷/🦷s ☆ 👁️/👁️s ☆ .exe/.exes ☆ ctrl/ctrls ☆ alt/alts ☆ void/void's ☆ •/•'s ☆ spi/spir ☆ 🕳️/🕳️s ☆ ███/███s

-Terms-

masculine terms

neutral terms

inhuman terms

feminine terms ♡

masculine compliments

neutral compliments

inhuman compliments

feminine compliments♡

[kmp78]

Poor GTGT. I forgot about her back alley Myanmar wisdom tooth extraction with the bloody gauze.

When my wisdom teeth were pulled my face was numb and I was drooling but there wasn’t any blood!

Mine are still in there... 🫣🦷🦷

Wonder if I could get a cheaper deal in Rangoon... 🤔

[autisticalastor]

ULYSSES. DIES. 💀 AT DAWN!! 🌅 At least, that's the word 🗨 on the street from those that saw 👀 what went down at Calypso's,,,, now, listen up! 👂 'Cause we've got a labyrinthine twisted task of a tale 📖 to tell; and if you don't keep up, you might get lost. First, 1️⃣ to understand how this all goes down, you've got to know a little about the planet 🌎 we're talking of. See, on this planet there was a city, 🌃 *grim* old city, sort of place the rain 🌧 beats down like coffin nails ⚰️ 'n' the air wafts with the cigarette 🚬 stench of betrayal. My. Kind of. Town. Now this city, *grim* 😐 old city, it starts to grow,,, and when it meets with other towns, other cities, it takes them into itself, absorbs them, until soon enough, there's no land left. 😮 So the city spreads outwards into the sea, 🌊 and when there's no sea left, the sea spreads upwards into the *sky*, 🌌 and when there is No. Sky. Left. It burrows inwards, like a cancer into the bowels of the planet. And eventually, there is *Nothing. But. The City.* 🌃 And so, generations live and generations die in the warrens and the tunnels, 🕳 and even the lower levels of the surface. And they never see the sun. 🌞 And it's in one of the deepest, most secret of these tunnels that we meet our hero- 🦸‍♂️ goes by the name of *Ulysses!* Currently beaten, battered, bloody, 🩸 unbowed. Spits out a mouthful of teeth 🦷 and disdain and looks up to see four 4️⃣ of the meanest bastards of the meanest streets of the meanest parts 😠 of the city, all immaculately turned out in pinstripes. We'll call them the Suits. 🕴 You might ask how we came to such a pass, I know Ulysses is. Well, it started in a bar, 🍺 as these things so often do. Calypso's, a run down old gin joint, pays its money 💰 to Dionysus. Our hero, slumped over a bottle of whiskey, 🥃 trying to drown enough sorrows to choke a horse. And one horse 🐴 in particular,,,,,,

WAKE UP BABES NEW COPYPASTA JUST DROPPED

*ahem*

ULYSSES. DIES. AT DAWN!! At least, that's the word on the street from those that saw what went down at Calypso's,,,, now, listen up! 'Cause we've got a labyrinthine twisted task of a tale to tell; and if you don't keep up, you might get lost. First, to understand how this all goes down, you've got to know a little about the planet we're talking of. See, on this planet there was a city, *grim* old city, sort of place the rain beats down like coffin nails 'n' the air wafts with the cigarette stench of betrayal. My. Kind of. Town. Now this city, *grim* old city, it starts to grow,,, and when it meets with other towns, other cities, it takes them into itself, absorbs them, until soon enough, there's no land left. So the city spreads outwards into the sea, and when there's no sea left, the sea spreads upwards into the *sky*, and when there is No. Sky. Left. It burrows inwards, like a cancer into the bowels of the planet. And eventually, there is *Nothing. But. The City.* And so, generations live and generations die in the warrens and the tunnels, and even the lower levels of the surface. And they never see the sun. And it's in one of the deepest, most secret of these tunnels that we meet our hero- goes by the name of *Ulysses!* Currently beaten, battered, bloody, unbowed. Spits out a mouthful of teeth and disdain and looks up to see four of the meanest bastards of the meanest streets of the meanest parts of the city, all immaculately turned out in pinstripes. We'll call them the Suits. You might ask how we came to such a pass, I know Ulysses is. Well, it started in a bar, as these things so often do. Calypso's, a run down old gin joint, pays its money to Dionysus. Our hero, slumped over a bottle of whiskey, trying to drown enough sorrows to choke a horse. And one horse in particular,,,,,,

you’re welcome 😊

[the-covens-collection]

Q, R, S

-📞

Quit;

There is not much that could make me stop loving one of my darlings. One of the only things would be to refuse my love repeatedly for a long time. Even then my heart would never fully be over them. It would merely grow into a rage that would burn with the same intensity as the love. Perhaps I could even love them again if they proved themselves to me. -🫀

It would be very difficult to make me fall out of love with my darlings~ My darlings could do anything to me and I would always love them~ The only way I could "quit" is if one of my darlings d*ed. Then I would go through the pain of loss. Basically a withdrawl~ I am addicted to the love from my darlings after all~ -💉

I flicker between love and rage quite easily! I could never quit my darlings! Not even death can take them from me! -🕊

I can give up once I am hurt enough. However that much pain would be very hard to bring. If you hurt me so much that I quit you. My heart will have built walls up around itself. The love I felt will have withered and died. Do not do so to me. -🦷

Regret;

I regret very few things in life. This is not one of them. I am well aware that perhaps one should not be so willing to kill for or to hold those they love so tightly. However I am not others. I never will be. -🫀

Sometimes maybe I do~ If I could love without the addiction it brings me perhaps many things would be different~ However I cannot change the way I love~ So I must accept it~ -💉

I do not regret loving as intensely as I do! Never! I do wish sometimes I could love more gently. Maybe my darlings can teach me! -🕊

My only regret with loving as I do is that it has hurt me before. However I do not regret the love I feel now. It is a beautiful thing why would I ever feel shame from it. -🦷

Stigma;

Perhaps the way I was all my sister had in our youth. I have always longed to be free but never alone. I have that now. I will not let it go. -🫀

Oh I know my childhood has something to do with it~ After all my mother loved my father so much that she was never the same after he d*ed~ I am very much the same~ My darlings are my everything~ I would never be the same if something were to happen to any of you~ -💉

I don't really care how! I know I love like this and that is enough really! -🕊

I was always raised to revere a God who was supposed to love me with the intensity I love. I never felt it. When I found those who gave it to me I never wanted them to leave. -🦷

[xx-k1n-fl4g-sw4g-xx]

pronouns with like, an icky/disgusting theme? like incomprehensible gorey eldritch raw meat fleshie vibes.. eerie/uncanny/unsettling in the body horror way and also the gorey bloody eldritch way yeah but also spit and teeth and mouths and stuff and vaguely unsanitary way in that way yknow

hi i love disgusting pronouns just pronouns for absolute freaks of nature. i mean this genuinely. a lot of these are recycled from my saya pronouns list plus a lot of these r also from my personal hoard. freak solidarity

[TW ofc for for g0r3, horror and unsanitary things]

consume/consume/consumes/consumes/consumeself

meat/meat/meats/meats/meatself

gore/gore/gores/gores/goreself

flesh/flesh/fleshs/fleshs/fleshself

bone/bone/bones/bones/boneself

melt/melt/melts/melts/meltself

mutate/mutate/mutates/mutates/mutateself

twist/twist/twists/twists/twistself

hor/ror/hors/rors/horrorself AND/OR horror/horror/horrors/horrors/horrorself

eld/ritch/elds/ritchs/eldritchself AND/OR eldritch/eldritch/eldritchs/eldritchs/eldritchself

abom/ination/aboms/inations/abominationself AND/OR abomination/abomination/abominations/abominations/abominationself

cann/ibal/canns/ibals/cannibalself AND/OR cann/ibalism/canns/ibalisms/cannibalismself

cannibal/cannibal/cannibals/cannabals/cannibalself AND/OR cannibalism/cannibalism/cannibalisms/cannibalisms/cannibalismself

███/███/███s/███s/███self

[redacted]/[redacted]/[redacted]/ [redacted]s/[redacted]self

that thing/it/its/that thing's/itself

freak/freak/freaks/freaks/freakself

bug/bug/bug's/bugs's/bugself

cor/corpse/corpse/corpses/corpself AND/OR corpse/corpse/corpses/corpses/corpseself

dead/dead/deads/deads/deadself

rot/rot/rots/rots/rotself

gut/gut/guts/guts/gutself

decay/decay/decays/decays/decayself

dea/death/deaths/deaths/deathself AND/OR death/death/deaths/deaths/deathself

bleed/bleed/bleeds/bleeds/bleedself

blood/blood/bloods/bloods/bloodself

gore/gore/gores/gores/goreself

rabid/rabid/rabids/rabids/rabidself

rabie/rabie/rabies/rabies/rabieself

bon/bone/bone/bones/boneself

eye/eye/eyes/eyes/eyeself

disgust/disgust/disgusts/disgusts/disgustself

gross/gross/gross's/gross's/grosself

spit/spit/spits/spits/spitself

lim/liminal/liminal/liminals/liminalself AND/OR liminal/liminal/liminals/liminals/liminalself

mag/maggot/mags/maggots/maggotself AND/OR maggot/maggot/maggots/maggots/maggotself

fang/fang/fangs/fangs/fangself

corrupt/corrupt/corrupts/corrupts/ corruptself

̴̡͈̜̙̜̫͉͈̲̺̦͕̦̳̒͌͐̓̉̆̀͆̓͘/̴̼̹͑ ̸̛̝̩̫̫̲̱̎͌̇̑̇̑̀̕̕/̵̤̺̣̝͙̱̙͋̋̍̈́̓̽ ̶̛͇̙̺͔̬͓̼̭̭̞̗͖̙͗́̎̆͛͌͝ ̶̨̬̙̤͍̮̗̙̟͉̊͑ͅ/̴̧̧̲̟̏̎͒̍̕ ̷̲̰͔͓͉̜͖̳̝̼̥̅̍ ̸̨̲̈́̎/̴̨̳͎̹̘͇̪͍̤͓͚̳͔̥̐̅̍̾̐̎̓̚͠͠ ̴͚͕̼͉̹̬͓̭̤̯̪͚͔̺̈́̈́̐̔̎̔̽͂́̕self

chaos/chaos/chaos/chaos/ chaoself

🔪/🔪/🔪s/🔪s/🔪self

💉/💉/💉s/💉s/💉self

🩸/🩸/🩸s/🩸s/🩸self

💊/💊/💊s/💊s/💊self

⚰️/⚰️/⚰️s/⚰️s/⚰️self

🪦/🪦/🪦s/🪦s/🪦self

🦴/🦴/🦴s/🦴s/🦴self

👻/👻/👻s/👻s/👻self

👁️/👁️/👁️s/👁️s/👁️self

💀/💀/💀s/💀s/💀self

🦷/🦷/🦷s/🦷s/🦷self

🥩/🥩/🥩s/🥩s/🥩self

☢️/☢️/☢️s/☢️s/☢️self

⚠️/⚠️/⚠️s/⚠️s/⚠️self

⚫️/⚫️/⚫️s/⚫️s/⚫️self

[whumpers-inc]

hey its the same person as before (yknow, with the teeth whump-)

i have the urge to request more but i feel like im asking for the same thing too much so uh, is it okay if i ask for more toof whump??? sorry im really obsessed with those two songs-

(also im gonna sign off with "🦷" if i request stuff so i dont have to say its the same person) (also if im asking too much you can tell me and ill back off)

damn the anxiousness i have rn-

sorry this took so long, ran out of tooth whump juice

Broken cracked molars and pliers in plastic

Bloody bone sockets and cheeks, how fantastic

Blood spat in basins that ooze putrid waste

Choking on scalpels that dig in in their face

.

No anaesthesia, the screams make it sweeter

Brutal removal that’s dug out with tweezers

Clutching their jaw as the blood dribbles out

Not giving up as the torture’s drawn out

.

Wet scarlet bib stains and holding the man down

Ripping the roots out, no confession no “Stop!” sound

Spitting defiance with blood on his cheek,

Shame that the blood loss is making him weak…

[peanutbuttaz]

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[softpadawan]

does shark kanan have them trademark pointy chompers? imagine if in all the fights he gets into he loses teeth a lot and they just grow back. ezra has taken up collecting his lost teeth as souvenirs

On one hand I’m laughing at the idea of Kanan keeping Ezra in a steady supply of teeth for jewelry and weapons

And on the other hand I’m looking at it from a mer perspective and wondering if wearing each other’s teeth would be weird 😂 imagine humans courting each other by making jewelry out of their baby teeth and giving them to their sweethearts as a sign of romantic affection 🦷😬 

Joking aside, I imagine Shark Kanan to have very human looking teeth, but they’re stronger and sharper, capable of biting through rope and flesh and muscle—and his jaw muscles, while small, are attached differently than humans’, giving him an extremely powerful bite. Not as strong as a full-blooded shark’s (2 tons per square inch for a Great White), but stronger than any other mer in the seas, capable of snapping through wood and small bones.

He’s going to have to be very careful when he eventually mates with Ezra because of course he is, the endgame is always Kanezra with me, you all know that. Male sharks often latch onto the females’ fins using a “mating bite”, and Selachians (shark mers) are known for their almost violent, bloody lovemaking. It’s what they enjoy and are naturally inclined to. But Kanan will certainly be gentle with Ezra. Only little nips and nibbles, no lasting scars… unless Ezra wants them, of course ¬‿¬

[mistavybe]

TRUMP: “You have to understand history, and you have to understand the culture. So many other aspects of our country... and people people can study that and you can hate it - and let’s all hate it - but you can’t take down George Washington’s statue. Half of our country is named after Washington.”

THE HISTORICAL FACTS ARE: George Washington inherited his first 10 slaves at the tender age of 11 when his father died and by 1786 he owned 216 slaves. He inherited even more slaves when he married his rich wife, Martha, and by the time of his death, Washington owned 317 living slaves. He ruthlessly pursued runaway slaves and punished them severely with whippings and other forms of torture - even going as far as to sign into law the Fugitive Slave Act, which allowed slave owners the right to come into slavery-free states and capture fugitive slaves, take them “home” to their plantations and torture them for running away in the first place. Oh and speaking of slave torture, his dentures contained the teeth of slaves. 🦷🤦🏾‍♂️ He was also instrumental in the continued genocide of Native Americans. As a landowner, he constantly “expanded” his holdings by illegally taking Native American land: claiming or “buying” (from the state) large parcels of land that origonally belonged to indigenous people and then fighting long and drawn out battles (that he knew indigenous people did not have the resources to win), knowing that in the end the land would remain his.

TRUMP: “We have to remember the heritage and the culture of our country. Here is the other problem that I have — a lot of these people don’t even know what they are taking down. I see what’s happening on television, and they are ripping down things they have no idea what they are ripping down, but they started off with the Confederates and now go to Ulysses Grant so what is that all about?”

THE HISTORICAL FACTS ARE: Ulysses S. Grant's wife owned several slaves when he married her (and thus inherited said slaves)... As president, Grant's policy towards Native American people could easily be described as cultural genocide. He instigated an illegal and bloody war against the Lakota people of the Black Hills, and used federal force to push Native people onto reservations and to slaughter the buffalo they relied on for food.

Clearly someone needs to teach the President some actual History... 🤔

[darkanddirtyknb]

KNB MONSTERVERSE(S) #4

🦷 Mitobe Rinnosuke (水戸部 凛之助) ↬ “Honesty, humility and quietly.” He stands in the corner of your room at night, A charcoal sketch, a shadow born of blight— His smile is cold and his eyes are black, Devoid of light and ready to attack. He hides just behind the light of the moon, Missing in the morning and gone come noon, He teases freedom but always comes back, A smile on his lips and bones in his sack. He carries with him a wooden box, And when he enters he never knocks— He doesn't move and he doesn't speak, He simply stares week after week. He is the dark that climbs your walls, The reason you creep down your halls, He is why you can no longer sleep, The reason you've long lost the sheep. His eyes shine through the dark, Beetle-black orbs upon a spark— His gaze is fixed atop your bed, And at the cross hanging over your head. He drags his fingers through his bones, And when you shiver he quietly moans, It's plain to see that he lives for fear, As obvious as it is that he won't disappear. Each month he grows closer still, The blood on his hands begins to spill— His teeth are sharp and gleaming white, Inside a gaping maw ready for the bite. A slip of paper that deems you his possession, The worst in a long history of his transgression, It's thin and it's bloodied and it sits in his box, Along with the house keys that fit in your locks. His presence is sinister but his silence is worse, And no matter how hard you try he won't converse—   He won't tell you why he's standing there, Holding some teeth and a lock of your hair. Just when you think that he's finally gone, He comes into your room an hour past dawn, He stands in the place of the moonlit pass, Right by the sun coming through the glass. He stands and he stares and he never sits, His eyes always open, he never submits—   He moves closer and closer as time elapses, Leaving you to hope that someday, he collapses.

☾ Halloween Song: “Every Breath You Take” Chase Holfelder