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Over 400 people have been found in mass graves in Al Shifa Hospital and Nasser Hospital so far
#yemen#jerusalem#tel aviv#current events#palestine#free palestine#gaza#free gaza#news on gaza#palestine news#news update#war news#war on gaza#al shifa hospital#nasser hospital#gaza genocide#genocide#Dear bodies tw#Bodies tw#Corpses tw#edited
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Outtakes from the Historical Horror prompt photoshoots so far.
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Whumptober 2023 - Day 12 | Red
Les Misérables (2012)
#whumptober 2023#no.12#red#les miserables#les miserables 2012#les mis#death tw#bodies tw#blood tw#russell crowe#javert#enjolras#barricade boys#barricade#marius pontmercy#eddie redmayne#aaron tveit
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Whumptober 2023: Day 5
Note: I chose to write this first because I decided it would be better to give Dormaia's backstory before I continue writing Whump for her. Again, I'm trying something new this year, and I really hope everyone likes it as much as previous years. But if not, I'd totally understand. Not everyone wants to read about OCs and I totally get it.
Dormaia forced herself to crawl forward, inch by painful inch. She left trails of blood on the ground. She felt weak. But she had to escape. She heard screams surrounding her, terror, pain; she tried to block it all out. She needed to escape. But her body was bleeding and battered and even dragging herself forward on the ground was taking all her energy she had left. She was surrounded by bodies. She crawled past them, over them, forcing herself not to look at their faces, not to recognize any of them. These were her people, her family, her neighbours, her friends. She didn’t want to see them. She didn’t have time to grieve. She needed to escape. She needed to survive.
This was supposed to be the best day of her life. The day she was supposed to receive her purpose, the thing that she was raised to do. She was to take her oaths and swear undying loyalty to her Lord Levistus and take her place as leader of her people. She had been chosen since the moment of her birth, it was the greatest honour bestowed to her family. A chosen protector for her people. But she hadn’t even had a chance to take her oaths.
The Paladins came. A Holy Order whose banners bore the mark of a gauntlet. They attacked her people and slaughtered everyone they could. She wanted to believe her people fought with everything they had. But they were no fighters. They were just simple people. She. She was supposed to be the fighter. She was supposed to be their leader. She was supposed to be their protector. But she couldn’t do anything. She couldn’t even take a single person down. All her training was for nothing. She was weak and useless.
Footsteps resounded behind her.
Dormaia tried to crawl faster. Pain shot through her body but she forced her body to move with everything she had.
The footsteps became closer.
She had not taken her vows. She had not sworn her loyalty to her Lord.
And closer.
She didn’t want to die. She wasn’t ready to die.
And closer.
“Lord Levistus, I pledge my life and eternal servitude to you as my forefathers before me.”
The footsteps stopped but she felt his presence there, mocking her.
She tried to crawl faster, losing more blood with every step. “I swear to follow your teachings, to spread your word, to… to…” She couldn’t remember her vows. She’s practiced them over and over. But she couldn’t remember her vows.
“And here I was kind enough to let you finish, demon spawn.”
A sharp pain filled her head as she felt her horns being tugged back roughly. Fear seeped into every part of her body, she didn’t want to die. She tried to glare at the paladin, tried to spit at him but all she could do was stare at him, frightened beyond words.
“The abominations pray to demons but they are all cowards.”
And Dormaia wanted to be angry, wanted to curse them. But there’s nothing but fear and she’s frozen in place. More footsteps approach her. She doesn’t want to die.
“Her clothing is fancy. Think she’s anyone special?”
She was supposed to be but she wasn’t. She was nothing. She couldn’t protect her people. She couldn’t save anyone. She was going to die here.
The paladin muttered a prayer and sharp radiant energy shot through her. She choked out a scream and writhed on the ground. She was going to die. She didn’t want to die. And once again a sharp pain filled her skull as her horns were roughly tugged back.
‘Lord Levistus, please save me.’ She hadn’t taken her vows, she wasn’t worthy.
The paladins marched the survivors before her, male, female, children. She sees the defiance in some of their eyes. Defiance that she didn’t have the strength to show. Some beg for their lives. Some beg to spare the children. But she sees her father, kneeling on the ground, stoic.
‘Lord Levistus, please save them. Please save my people. Your people.’
The paladins could have done it swiftly. A blade to their throats, a stab through their hearts. Instead, they called on their god to purify the heretics, and sent a holy light through them. The lights burned and seared and Dormaia can smell the burning flesh, hear the screams of her people.
‘Lord Levistus, please!’
She tried to look away but the Paladin just tugged her horns harder and she was forced to watch. Forced to watch the bodies of her people, her friends, writhe and sear and burn.
Dormaia’s eyes met her father’s and she saw the pain in his eyes. But he remained stoic, brave. And she tried to be brave as well. She knew she was next. She knew she had to show strength worthy to be called a child of Levistus. But there’s only fear and weakness.
And then her father broke and screamed in pain as he writhed on the ground. She saw the way his flesh began to char and melt, but the Paladins showed no mercy.
And a deep, seething hatred filled the core of her being. She wanted to destroy each and every one of them. She wanted them to pay. She wanted them to scream like her people were screaming, like her father was screaming. She wanted to tear each one of them apart.
‘Lord Levistus, I pledge my life, my soul to you. I swear I will destroy each and every last one of these bastards in your name. Lord of Vengeance, I will sacrifice every soul to you including my own. Just give me the strength, give me the power to destroy them.’ Please let her live.
And as she watched her father’s charred corpse collapse limp to the ground, she felt an icy chill around her heart. She saw the mist in her breath. She felt cold but she didn't shiver. A beautiful rapier made of ice formed in her open hand. She swung the blade, slicing the neck of the paladin who held her. She saw the fear in his eyes and she relished every moment of it. “Your soul belongs to Lord Levistus, you will never rest in the arms of your God.”
She heard the sounds of swords and footsteps behind her. She could feel Lord Levistus’ icy embrace. The world around her faded out and she reappeared in a clearing, wounds healed. She fell to her knees and pressed her forehead to the ground. “Thank you, My Lord. I swear. I swear I will find each and every one of those bastards and I will destroy them, member by member. They will die screaming as they’ve made my people scream.”
#Whumptober 2023#whumptober2023#no.6#made to watch#song#d&d 5e#Dungeons and Dragons 5e#OC#fic#bodies tw#violence tw#death tw#Dormaia
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Overview of some topics when it comes to drawing characters who are burn survivors.
DISCLAIMER. Please keep in mind that this is an introductory overview for drawing some burn scars and has a lot of generalizations in it, so not every “X is Z” statement will be true for Actual People. I'm calling this introductory because I hope to get people to actually do their own research before drawing disabled & visibly different characters rather than just making stuff up. Think of it as a starting point and take it with a grain of salt (especially if you have a very different art style from mine).
Talking about research and learning... don't make your burn survivor characters evil. Burn survivors are normal people and don't deserve to be constantly portrayed in such a way.
Consider supporting me on ko-fi if you find this to be helpful.
edit: apparently tum "queerest place on the internet" blr hates disabled people so much that this post got automatically filtered. cool!
second way more important edit: How are people seeing this post where I specifically talk about burn survivors being normal, real people, and still tag this as "TW body horror"? Not a single one of these drawings or pictures is a fresh injury. All of them are healed. How the hell would you feel if someone tagged a photo of you as "trigger warning: gore"?
Disabled people are not your fucking body horror. Grow up.
#people who tag this as 'tw scary!!!' will be blocked for missing the point + being insufferable.#my art#disabled artist#artists on tumblr#digital art#id in alt text#art#personal art#digital illustration#art on tumblr#body positivity#body positive art#drawing#illustration#ccartshare#drawing tips#drawing disabled characters#disabled representation
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Lich by John Patrick Gañas
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Viral infection Miku
#hatsune miku#drawing#artists on tumblr#illustration#digital art#procreate#tw body horror#tw virus#tw scary#hmmm I hope those are enough trigger warnings…
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I was giving CPR to a friend whose head me and my friends could not find.
Like, she was a body without a head, but it looked like the head was never there to begin with.
Still, we knew it was supposed to be there so we kept on searching for it so we could reattach it, with no luck.
We looked for it everywhere in the sand.
It took me like 30 minutes to realize my mouth-to-mouth was not working since there was no mouth on the other side.
We never did find the head, but I did manage to restart my friend's heart.
I was weirdly blasé about it all.
It was not gorey at all, just unsettling.
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WIP, a mix of a spider and snake's mouth slapped onto a torso. the colors are there to code each section of the mouth, they're not the final colors
#sketch#character design#creature design#concept art#my art#artists on tumblr#WIP#jarbaje art#teeth#tw horror#tw body horror#tw bugs
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bill's number one rule of impressing a guy is to have fun and be yourself
#billford#bill cipher#stanford pines#gravity falls#tw body horror#???#artfart#let me know. if there are. other tags for this???
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#tw: body horror#creature design#character design#oc#original character#anthropomorphic#anthro#feminine#monster#beast#albino#flesh#teeth
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#yemen#jerusalem#tel aviv#current events#palestine#free palestine#gaza#free gaza#news on gaza#palestine news#news update#war news#war on gaza#jabalia#jabalia refugee camp#gaza genocide#genocide#bodies tw#corpses tw#mass graves
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there are many benefits to being a ground-type pokemon trainer
#or giovanni sakaki's 'how to get away with murder' handbook#this is so goofy I could barely finish it#i had a whole dunmeshi-esque bit planned where Gio rants about benefits of poison and ground pokemon in body disposal#but it's already too silly#mik draws#idk just in case#cw death#cw implied death#tw dead body#cw dead body#pokemon#dugtrio#giovanni#giovanni pokemon#team rocket giovanni#rocket leader giovanni#drawing#digital drawing#digital art
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I was compelled to put Springtrap in the ball pit net
#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#springtrap#william afton#fnaf into the pit#fnaf into the pit spoilers#tw body horror#plainandgeneric draws
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i’m having my first ‘cycle’ in 5 years. and can i say. good god plz no never doing this again make it stop i miss you hormone imbalance im begging make it stop.
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this scene always makes me a little sad
#dungeon meshi#chilchuck#tw ed implied#Like the language he uses about his body for Being hungry#Das sum damage#Also his expression
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