#BLOOD TYPE BLUE

[sweetybaty]

Immolate thyself

[natvoltaic]

Shoutout to red sprites and elves and blue jets for being some of the most nightmarish atmospheric phenomena I can think of

[aerialworms-art]

Happy(?) anniversaries to my blorbos <3 Can't believe so many anniversaries in one week!

I drew this last year and completely forgot to post it! That's why the numbers are wrong but shhh

S2E1 Amok Time: 15 Sept 1967 (birth of fuck-or-die, going into heat, slash fiction and modern fandom as we know it)

S4E1 Lazarus Rising: 18 Sept 2008 (Cas' first appearance, birth of Destiel)

S1E1 The Dragon's Call: 20 Sept 2008 (First ever episode of Merlin!)

Id under cut! Please click for quality!

[Image ID: A drawing of Spock from Star Trek, Castiel from Supernatural, and Merlin from BBC's Merlin. They are standing under a banner that reads "HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!" and all look miserable.

Spock is spattered with either Vulcan sand or human blood, Cas is bleeding from a stab wound above his heart, and Merlin is surrounded by sparkling golden magic, including the Pendragon crest. Spock's shirt, Cas' tie, and Merlin's shirt are all the same shade of blue, and the blood and Merlin's neckerchief are the same shade of red.

A stock photograph of colourful confetti has been placed behind them.

Text pointing at each of them reads:

[At Spock] "Gone into heat for the 9th time in 56 years"

[At Cas] "[REDACTED] for 15 years"

[At Merlin] "Doomed by the narrative for 15 (+ 1,500) years

Cas is also saying "This sucks."

The work is signed by @aerialworms. /End ID]

[mayke0077]

Zelretch's first encounter with Arcueid Brunestud, commissioned by me

[al-luviec]

day 2 - energy / life / green

[macksartblock]

by luck of the draw

(clear view of cards below)

shout out to @zil-street for designating tarot cards so i didn't need to LOL

[poisoned-pearls]

Work doodle about the funniest fucking headcanon to me ever

[comediakaidanovsky]

bro what is it with punk and men in kilts

[stim-burrow]

bites you

could I request a v1 ultrakill stimboard with themes of blood [no organs!], glowing orange gifs [or yellow] and gold wings? thank you!

this is a gift for @bloodis-fuel :]

[I have a gif of v1 if you wanna use it, I can dm you it when you start working on this]

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V1 Stimboard for @bloodis-fuel , requested by 🩸 Anon!

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[gabbyp09]

[cherry-bomb1985]

it's difficult to apply common fandom tropes to Gabv1el on account of how their meet cute went, but I keep thinking about how an Arranged Marriage AU would go:

Probably something along the lines of how, during the New Peace, Mankind guns for Heaven and its infinite resources rather than excavate in Hell, thus begins the long-belated Space Race. Heaven and its Council don't give a shit until they figure out how to reach and subsequently terraform the Fourth Sphere. War starts, but humanity has an edge in not only numbers but also technology, nevermind that there are human souls in the solar system Spheres that are sick of how the Council and higher angels are running things.

Fast-forward to the point where humanity starts making ground towards the edges of the Eighth Sphere and then the peace talks began. Part of that includes a marriage between mortal and divine. Gabriel, brightest of Heaven and one of the few higher angels who actually gives a shit about the mortal plight, is chosen as Heaven's representative. The Council is banking on Gabriel well outliving his mortal spouse and then having a massive political advantage via the prenuptial agreement, while Gabriel just wants to be a good husband for as long as his spouse is alive.

But instead of sending a super important leader figure or extremely wealthy mortal, Mankind digs up their deadliest machine from the Final War era, pretties them up, gives them the mission directive of ensuring they outlive their angelic husband, and then arming them to the metaphorical teeth.

And then I actually can't think of anything beyond Gabriel getting extremely offended upon first meeting, insults ensue throughout their shaky courtship until V1 kicks his ass, and then Gabe almost consummates their marriage prematurely as a result. Also the whole thing just being framed as a pulpy space opera because why the fuck not.

[themissingnumbers]

[@blue-tearss - previously, yet again.]

WARNING: At this point this entire thing is getting pretty intense in general. Warning for descriptions and illustrations of gore (specifically face and eye trauma), and a general emphasis on horror.

As the knife comes down upon him, Red does not fight back.

Red takes it.

Each swing. Each cut. Each slash.

over and over and over and over and over and

Biting pain.

The burn of an old blade.

It stings. Gods, it stings.

But to hurt is to be alive. To bleed is to be real.

He's something that is living.

Even if 'something' is not human.

Even though he's not sure what it could be anymore.

So he lets the knife glide through his skin.

Lets himself be flayed and mangled and marred.

Lets the blood flow from his wounds, and from his throat.

Because he knows it, sees it, tastes it in Blue's code.

How familiar this dying face is to him.

It makes it all the more hilarious.

Red's face, shoulders, and chest are a sanguine mess of ragged lacerations, staining the front of his shirt with the hue of a dark, dull purple, colored like rotten blood from a lifeless body. Even through the blue dye in the air, he refuses to be colored like everything else- colors of the Missing One prevailing, even with the lack of the man's typical palette corruption.

As if in tandem with the sudden absence of those horrible flickering bars that typically crawl across Red's skin and hair, Glitch City... calms. The mass eating at Blue relents when his assault ends. There's a distinct heaviness to the air, though. Each piece of the world that craved to rip and tear and consume, now twitching, bubbling, boiling underneath them. A dreadful kind of suspense.

A predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

It is waiting.

Red runs a hand down his face, over flesh marred beyond recognition, fingers tracing the dips and exposed muscle even though it burns more and more under the contact.

A single in-tact eye burns into the other.

Somehow, he still.

fucking.

SMILES.

"Y'know, I never thought I'd end up on the receiving end," he croaks, voice half-drowned by the blood that flows freely into his mouth.

"I'd always wondered what the motherfucker upstairs had been through. Thanks for giving me something educational to take from this, pal."

He spits his words at the other, underlined by the awful wet noises of viscera catching in his throat.

He steps forward, aiming to meet the other in the middle. Blue can see him trembling, shaky, unsteady on his feet- it hurts, oh Gods it hurts. It hurts more than he can describe. This pain is unfamiliar. Even if he welcomes the lack of numbness, it still hurts. It hurts. Each step he takes is more and more akin to a shambling corpse, a zombie freshly risen and struggling to hold itself upright. It hurts. It hurts.

"It's a little funny how you say you're not desperate while tryna hack me to pieces, y'know," he continues, voice growing all the raspier.

Frankly, he should be impossible to understand at this point. But there's something supplemental under his gargled mutterings- whispers on whispers from every side, quiet, but just loud enough to make each and every word clear.

"Whaddya think, that I'm stupid, or are you just in denial that badly...? I mean, when I get bored, I don't go out of my way to slaughter some doppelganger of the guy I hate most, in th' boring ol' way I did it every time before... Where's the fun in doin' something different if ya go about it the exact same, huh? You're BORED, but you aren't lookin' to change a single fuckin' thing, just attacking some pooooor defenselesss motherfucker that ya don't even know anything 'bout, don't got any grudges t' hold against...

But heyyy, heheh, it's allll in a place where your actions don't matter, cus it ain't even yyour world, must be sooo much easier, no aftermath t' worry about, that must be what yyYOU think, hhahaha..."

As he goes on, each word is more drawn out, quieter and quieter and weaker and weaker, yet biting with a sharpness that stabs deeper than Blue's blade. He babbles and slurs as if drunk- probably going delirious from the blood loss.

But he keeps chuckling, low, soft, and quiet. Barely a giggle under his breath...

Until it begins to crescendo.

Laughter slowly rising, Red tilts his head back, until he's thrown himself into a loud fit of cackling, RIGHT in the other's face, 'til he's wheezing, barely able to BREATHE through his manic laughter, 'til he looks like he could fall backwards if he doesn't catch his breath.

Suddenly, he snaps his head forward- and there IS an audible snap, like bones loudly clicking into place in a single grotesque movement- bringing himself eye to eye with the other. Sickly dull purples flicker into that distinct violent RED with a flare of corruption, cutting through everything with a vivid, bloody color.

"This place is HELL," he snarls, suddenly speaking clear as day, the amusement still glimmering in his one good eye, "but you fail to understand something important; this is MY Hell. And 'infested?' Does not even BEGIN to describe it."

His hand surges forward, grabbing Blue's knife-wielding hand by the wrist. His nails dig in, his fist closes around Blue's, forcing the other to tighten his grip on the handle. Red blood, running down his arm and to his hand in a deluge, mixes with blue, running and swirling together like mismatched paints dropped into a sick palette.

"What happened to MY Blue? You're asking the wrong question. Didn't anyone tell you to do your research before traveling, buddy? You should be asking what happened to ME. Because BLUE is free. BLUE is exactly where he is supposed to be. Far, far away from HERE. Living. Breathing. S A F E. I wouldn't wish him here for ANYTHING- shit, I wouldn't wish this on ANYONE. In fact, I genuinely feel fucking BAD that YOU managed to stumble into this shithole, y'know? You're tryin' awful hard to kill my pity, but I really am giving you the benefit of the doubt for how STUPID you're acting."

His hold on Blue's hand strengthens. With a harsh pull, and a grip threatening to either draw blood or break bone, he wrenches the other's fist down-

Forcing him to point the blade directly at his stomach.

He leaves the tip of the knife digging through his shirt and poking his flesh, only just gently enough to avoid breaking skin.

"But lookie here, yeah? Check THIS out, hahaha! If you're ACTUALLY as bored as you say, you must REALLY wanna see something new, right? If you wanna keep using me as your new punching-bag motherfucking PLAYTHING... Start HERE, would you? I bet you'll LOVE what happens next."

In a staggered motion, he releases Blue's hand where he left it. Knife still pointed forward, straight at Red's guts, but now with the freedom to let the other decide his next move.

"Still, though... Hey, let me be CIVIL and give you some actual advice," he continues, and he's heaving again, struggling with every breath, excess blood spilling from between his teeth. The surge of strength falters, and he slumps forward, putting one hand over his chest, gripping his shirt until his knuckles go white. His other hand lingers, the one he'd grabbed Blue with, shaking worse and worse with each passing moment. Red feels sick, his heart and a dozen other horrific things brewing inside of him pounding faster and faster against his ribs, restless and angry, ready to explode out of that cage of bone, simmering just below the surface. It's a nauseating feeling that's synchronized with the greater behavior of Glitch City, all while he struggles to stay awake and keep his mind clear.

"If you have ANY sense of self preservation still about you..." he drawls with an uneasy laugh, eye unfocused as he tries to stare at Blue, "then I suggest y'put that fucking thing away and start looking for an exit before shit gets REALLY ugly. But whatever ya do next, well... it's up to you...!"

Even with his lips tattered, torn off his face, Blue can feel how Red's grin widens.

"Just don't say I never warned you."

[lavs-stimming-mood]

A self-indulgent stimboard of Mikoto and John Kayano from Milgram!

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[okultraoldmanyaoi]

that one swap gloomwood au i mentioned

[pigeonflowercafe]

Vlov Arkhangel + Siberian Lilies

[mekanikaltrifle]

OC October 03-- "What the FUCK do you think you're looking at?" Beauforte is not a good person. She knows she hates taking human lives, and prefers to drink animal blood, but can't force herself to do it while her boss is around-- he always peer pressures her into eating people. And sometimes, they fight back. At least she bleeds slowly.