#Evisceration

[befuddled-calico-whump]

(remaining panels under the cut for gore.)

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[rauhallinen-hauki]

"-in the flesh."

"-somewhere you can do no possible harm, and where no harm can come to you."

[disastermanagement]

ROOTS

[theeternalsteelangel]

4 diss tracks within 48 hours is diabolical

[i-eat-worlds]

I wish you would write a fic where an immortal (vampire, angel, elf, etc) got disemboweled?

-Abraham ♡♡♡

Here’s some disembowelment for dismemberment!

cw: evisceration, medical whump and torture, suicide ideation and wishing for death, vague religious vibes, dissociation

“You know, I’ve always wondered what was inside one of you.” The demon smiled widely as he pulled on a pair of latex gloves, bright surgical lights glinting off his pointed teeth. “Do angels even have intestines? Or are they too perfect to shit?”

The angel squirmed against the restraints, cold metal pressing into their back, heart pounding with fear. Their breaths were too deep and too fast, but they still couldn’t get enough air. It felt like their throat was closing up. The strip of cloth stuffed in their mouth wasn’t helping either. The demon plucked a scalpel from the table. “Let’s find out.” With no warning, he pushed the scalpel into the angel’s skin, cutting a semi-circle across their abdomen. They gasped in pain, cries garbled by the gag. The edges of the wound burned as he cut deeper, passing through the fat and into the muscle. Oh, god, it hurt. Their back arched o the table, and their limbs pulled against the restraints as they tried to push themselves away from the demon's knife. “Oh calm down, it’s not like you’re going to die.” He taunted as he plunged his hands into the incision and tore their abdomen open.

The angel shrieked, tears falling down their cheeks. It was true though, they could feel the divine already trying to knit their body back together. Light pulsed through their veins, trying to pull their skin back across the gaping wound. “How pretty,” The demon cooed as he wrapped a loop of their intestine around his finger. His gown was splattered with blood and tissue, sleeves absolutely soaked. He was elbow deep in their abdominal cavity. The angel would’ve been disturbed by this, but all they could feel was the piercing, all-consuming agony that saturated every fiber of their being. Black dots started to cloud their vision, but before they could pass out the divine dragged them back. Their voice was hoarse from screaming, but they couldn’t stop. “You really ought to see how beautiful they are,” he said, and the angel braced themself for the onslaught they knew was coming. It didn’t matter. Nothing could prepare them for the demon wrapping his hands around several loops of intestine and pulling.

His fingers dug into the mesentery, tearing their intestines free. Pain spread out across their lower back, and blood gushed into the now empty cavity. “Take a look,” he sneered as held their intestines close to their face. They wanted to die.

They wanted to die and they couldn’t.

They wanted to die and they weren’t allowed to.

The divine was straining to heal their damaged intestines and surrounding vasculature, but there was little it could do in the face of such overwhelming damage. They could feel their brain starting to detach from their body, pain numbing as their eyes turned vacant and their jaw went slack. A least the divine couldn’t stop them does disassociating. It wasn’t death, but it was as close as they would ever get.

[thefoulbeast]

my half of an art trade with @mindblownie <3 of his oc with the guts out

[missviola-arts]

Guts and Eyes

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Goretober 3: Celestial

prompt list here

[thegoodmorningman]

It's the Circle- the Circle of Life.

[rauhallinen-hauki]

a cool, tough guy keeps his cool in a tough situation

get it? "cool"? because with his guts out he is probably freezing

[disastermanagement]

friendly stabbing

[axiseart]

Goretober #29 - Evisceration

[merge-conflict]

evisceration - rewrite

So since I continue to have no control over my motivations I decided to take a stab (heheh) at rewriting an early scene from the longfic. I was never satisfied with that scene, even though I decided to move on. Even on my second pass, I'm not sure I've hit the balance on raw sensory description and emotionally detached narrative voice, but I thought it'd be fun to share as a highlight for how my writing has been evolving recently:

content warning: blood, gore, death (~1k length)

V wasn’t sure who was more startled when she opened the back door– her, or the nearly six and a half-foot tall behemoth on the other side who’d had his hand on the handle. As soon as he saw the blood on her he recoiled a half step, catching the implant reflexively when she threw it to him.

She stepped forward and stabbed him in the stomach.

Once, twice, three times–

Warmth spilled over her knuckles, over her fingers and the back of her hand. The man staggered backwards, eyes wild. He blocked the fourth blow with his forearm, and the blade hit bone. She tightened her grip and pushed forward, but he’d regained his footing and resisted her attempts. Instead, she twisted the handle, and he made a terrible sound before grabbing her wrist and breaking her hold.

She managed to pull free before he could restrain her, stumbling back against the door. Her hand went automatically for her gun, but he charged her, sending her colliding back into the painted metal of the door with a bang. Ringing deafened her ears, almost loud enough to drown out the string of profanity from the giant who restrained with one elbow against her chest as he pulled the knife free.

V’s left hand twitched, pinned against her hip by his waist. She managed to wedge her forearm into the space between them, fingers grasping until she found purchase. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away, but as he did she felt something tear in her grip as he choked in surprise. She pushed him again and he staggered back, blood spilling in an alarmingly steady stream.

They locked eyes and she saw his disbelief flash into rage. He charged, and she was too slow to react. She was knocked back against the door, the impact stunning her as the knife sank in just underneath her left collarbone. But his grip on the handle was clumsy, and he let go as he swayed dangerously to one side, fingers scrabbling on her shoulder. With a final burst of adrenaline she pushed him back and kicked him squarely in the stomach.

He fell back, head striking the pavement with a thump. She watched him, chest heaving, one hand on the knife still buried in her shoulder. Blood was roaring through her ears, but everything else was quiet. Cautiously, she crouched down next to his body, transfixed by the sight of him. The ripper had lost consciousness almost immediately, but this one had known what was going to happen.

<C’mon V, gotta keep moving.>

There was a wary note in Johnny’s voice. She resented his presence, but she despised his condescension more. The facile comments, the smug self-righteous air, as though he were a paragon of virtue merely for having promised her something he could not give. It was not enough that he was eating her alive, but he had to exert his control now, dig in his spurs over and over until she did what he wanted.

But she did not want what he wanted.

<He’s dead.>

Exasperation, now. There were two parts of her working along in uneasy tandem, one which regarded him with a cold professional contempt, and the other which wished they could rip him apart into silence.

She considered sitting there a while longer, to spite him, but the adrenaline was starting to wear off. She staggered to her feet, leaning heavily on her good leg, and then froze, catching movement at the far end of the alley.

<Persistent guard dog, isn’t he?>

Even in an untailored button down and cheap slacks Goro cut an imposing figure. It was something in the way he moved that made the animal part of her wary. Recognition of another predator. She felt herself relax as he approached, eyes drawn briefly to the corpse at her feet before his attention returned to her. He was dangerous but he was not her enemy.

“V,” he greeted her, evenly. “I wished to talk, but I see that you are busy.”

If he was still angry with her she could not find it in his face. He was calm, inscrutable. Possibly he thought she had gone insane. She found she did not want to talk.

He followed her back inside, uninvited. While she rifled through drawers and cabinets, he went to the ripper’s body, to what purpose she could only guess. Finally, she found a cabinet with a stack of gel packs in various sizes.

[twigsofmanyfaces]

A picture by @elgrajaz of his oc creepy guy being cautiously comforted by my oc Trouble. Chapter 6 of Overcome is up on Ao3.

Excerpt:

“YOU UNGRATEF--”

“Careful,” Trouble interrupted, meeting the stranger’s gaze. He rested his claws against the captive’s throat. “I wouldn’t want my hand to slip.”

“Mm, mmph...”

“S-stop!”

“Someone could get hurt,” Trouble added, struggling to control his breathing. He tilted his head, resting his temple against the young man’s cheek. “I can’t believe I didn’t smell him on you. He’s very sweet.” He smirked as his captor’s eyes bulged. He made a show of burying his nose in blue hair and inhaling deeply.

“Let go of him.”

“I told you I could find my own meal.”

“He’s not for you.”

“Oh?” Trouble raised an eyebrow. “You’ve returned so quickly and I don’t see anyone else with you. Did you even mean what you said about taking care of me?” he demanded, pressing in with his fingertips so the captive’s skin dimpled around his claws.

[chilopodacrudus]

Small sample of some of my Gore as Romance/Affection and just some fun gore pieces.

[rotten-dog-teeth]

I need to be eviscerated by the one(s) I love most under the stars where the trees and fungi can eat my remains and flourish from my bones.