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So close to catching up 🙏 please please reblog!!
"It was not your fault"
Hello! Take this as a teaser for the @md-fanzine! This piece, along two other drawings of mine, as well as many other artists art will be included in it!
Please take a look at the zine once it releases <3 and be sure to support the other artists who participate in it!
🔗 My Carrd ☕Ko-Fi❤️
#murder drones#dormant absolute solver au#dormant absolute solver#tw trypophobia#self reblog#tw Ommetaphobia#tw multiple eyes#ASK TO TAG#tw eyes#tw mild gore#cw repeating text#cw repetition#cw repeated words#tw distress#murder drones au
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do you guys ever think about how Wyll is introduced as an archetypal fantasy hero, but then it turns out he’s a warlock, who made a pact with a devil. Do you ever think about how Ansur is described as this fantastical dragon of myth, but then when you find him, he’s turned into an undead monstrosity. Do you think about how when Wyll does the right thing, he is punished to become more monstrous. Do you think about how as Wyll’s warlock powers grow, his spells get more horrific. Do you think about how Ansur was killed by his closest friend. Do think about how Wyll was cast out by the most important person in his life. do you guys ever think about Ansur and Wyll.
#tw mild gore#bg3#wyll ravengard#bg3 ansur#baldur's gate 3#bg3 spoilers#ask to tag#wahoo had a lot of fun with the colors in this#we could have had it alllllll wyll shouldve been able to bond with the dragon#like ough how do you think wyll feels about casting spells like eyebite and blight#the ending of his quest is so.... lackluster#i like the emperor i think hes really interesting but like... he does kinda swoop in and take over the end of wyll's personal quest...
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“Maybe it’s just inter-dimensional sickness…?”
Click for Quality!
#eyestrain#aria draws#digital art#digital drawing#fanart#I love slapping code onto artwork it’s so fun#yes the title and some of the code is a reference to that one deleted scene where fiddles came out the portal#gravity falls#gravity falls fanart#gf#gf fanart#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#fiddleford mcgucket#young fiddleford#I LOVE FIDDLEFORD *rips open my shirt revealing a second shirt with a badly cropped png of fiddlefords disgruntled face*#should I tag it as old man mcgucket cause he’s. not old. yet.#nah I won’t#tw mild gore#<- for the brain
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Stanley wasn't sure if he was supposed to be dead. He wasn't all too sure if he was supposed to be alive, either.
He was... somewhere. He didn't know where exactly, but it didn't matter. Nothing really seemed to matter all that much in this strange place. Compared to the unfathomable expanse of nothingness that surrounded him, everything else practically paled in comparison. Still, Stanley felt as though this all-consuming abyss that kept him prisoner within its dark maw deserved a name; at the very least, a title. Yet, it didn't feel right to call this place anything. Death too egregious, and Life too extroadinary; either terms felt far too extreme to his liking. There was nothing particularly hideous nor amazing about where he was. He was simply somewhere in-between.
For as long as he could remember, Stanley's world was just that. This somewhere; this in-between of not quite Death and not quite Life. This empty, greedy abyss that seemed to swallow him whole, stretched as far as the eye could see in every direction. There was no sky, no ground, no anything; only the daunting dakness engulfing his every senses and leaving him horribly, hopelessly blank.
That wasn't all there was to it, however. This... somewhere, it was more than just a lifeless void.
Stanley wasn't sure if he could find the right words to properly describe it. He didn't think he could ever come to fully understand the feeling himself, but. Somehow, the abyss felt... hungry. Unimaginably, insatiably, and unbearably hungry.
The hunger seemed to eat away at Stanley, tearing off pieces of him chunk by chunk, piece by piece. With every blink, another part of himself seemed to disappear into the ravenous darkness around him. The void never took much at once, only pieces; nigh imperceptible impossibly tiny crumbs of what made him- so little that they should have hardly mattered in the grand scheme of things. But Stanley noticed. He noticed every particle, every atom that was taken away from him by this greedy hunger. The darkness was eating him; digesting him.
It was as though hunger was all that mattered in this somewhere, this stomach; the world itself a single immense digestive system. He could practically feel the void's biting hunger pangs reverberate through his bones. It was so hungry, so hungry.
The dark ate him slowly, ripping him apart from inside out and outside in. It took his flesh first; stealing away the muscles and fat beneath the skin, leaving behind nothing but meager skin stretched over bone. Sometimes, not even his bones were given the luxury of being spared, and he would find himself with an odd dip in his side where the abyss had taken a rib or two; or with half his face lopsidedly sagging into a limp mess with no muscles, fat, nor eye socket to properly hold up the skin of his face onto his skull.
The hunger took without mercy, without order nor preference. It ate anything, everything, as long it helped abate the forever stabbing, starving desperation that painfully twisted and tore at its non-existent stomach. It never really was satisfied.
It got worse when it started eating his memories.
Stanley despised the thought of losing more of himself than simply his physical body to this greedy void. However, what terrified him far more than the notion that this insatiable hunger could breach even his mind, was the fact that he couldn't remember which memories it took.
Stanley couldn't remember much; before the darkness; before the endless hunger. He liked to imagine, though, of what he could have been before. He'd probably had a warm home, warmer than the cold, cold abyss. He'd probably had a loving family. Probably. He couldn't remember.
Everything turned unsure when his own mind started failing on him. Stanley tried to cling to what little he knew. He had his name held tight in his iron clad grip, repeating it to himself like a mantra. He would try and keep track of time, but it was all in vain. Time didn't seem to matter in the face of hunger. Perhaps it had been years since Stanley's arrival; hundred, maybe even thousands. Or, perhaps it had only been a few days, weeks, months. Stan once had a fleeting, terrifying thought that maybe Time too was already victim to the darkness' insatiable hunger.
However, as much as Stan could forget his past, his identity, and life, perhaps the most tragic loss to him greater than anything else was the memory of Him.
He was important to Stanley. He couldn't remember why, but he was. There was nothing of Him left in his memories. No face, no name; not even why He mattered to him in the first place. All he knew was that the loss of Him had struck him with such profound heartache and sorrow that it had left him weeping helplessly for so long, unable to move and rooted in one spot for days, weeks, years. He couldn't remember how long.
Stan was only snapped out of his comatose stupor by His hand.
It was all that was left of Him, other than the knowledge of His past existence. It was warm, a glowing red hand that pulsed almost reassuringly within Stanley's own, its long six digits curled tightly and firmly around his hand, never once faltering in its grip. He couldn't remember a time when he didn't have it. He's had it clutched within his own cold, rough palms like a lifeline since forever; every step he took and every move he made done hand in hand with Him.
Desperately, frantically, he held onto His hand, never once letting it go. Losing the hand meant losing Him for good, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to cope with the consequences of that all alone.
However, ocasionally, even the the comforting presence of His hand was unable to keep his mind anchroed for too long, and Stanley would lose track of his memories. Plagued by odd laspes of utter emptiness, Stanley would suddenly forget. His own name, his face, everything he knew and remembered would slip withut warning between his fingers like sand; streaming down, down, down and getting lost in the gaping mouth of the void below him. He would wander aimlessly with no real destination in mind, simply roaming somwhere, anywhere.
He would come across all sorts of sights during these odd episodes of his. He'd crossed paths with hundreds upon thousands of partically decomposed remnants of once living, breathing organisms; All of them endeniably, for the lack of better words: dead. He'd walked past entire forests; enormous clusters of tall pine trees completely uprooted and floating in a massive mass of rotting leaves and half digested bark. He'd walked past countless animals, big and small, all in various stages of digestion. Animals always seemed to rot away faster than anything else, and Stanley wasn't so sure what that meant for him.
Once, Stan had somehow even found his way before the destroyed remains of a universe.
It was dead. There was no other way to describe the state it was in. He hadn't even known it was possible for entire universes to simply... die. Stolen away from its rightful place in the starry night sky.
The scene was everything he'd thought impossible to take place in this all-consuming abyss. It was extroadinary. A veritable bursting cacophany of light and heat. It was as though the universe's explosion had been paused at just the right moment, frozen in time at the very moment of its heat death. Its particles flickered, undulating softly and shifting ever so slightly like looking through a warped window. If Stanley stood still enough, and listened closely, he thought he could even hear the softest sound of the shattered screams of the broken remains of the universe ringing silently in the air. It was as ethereal as it was haunting.
The thought of the unimaginable power required to be able annihilate entire universes just like that... It scared Stan.
Stanley may not be sure of anything anymore, but as he watched the debris swirl gently in the blinding epicenter of the shattered universe from afar, he knew with a certainty that he didn't think he possessed anymore, that he did not belong here.
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#the next part is like- so much worse#for the love of GOD to not tag this as ship 💀#my art#my writing#my fic#my fanfiction#two shot#gravity falls#gravity falls au#gravity falls fanfiction#HWINEBHABWNAJCAHOWEEATOWEUB AU#tw cannibalism#<- kinda??#tw death#tw eating imagery#tw body horror#tw mild gore#sorry if this isnt super good!! my writing's been slipping a little lately#cosmic horror#oh the horror
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I just hit 5k over on Twitter and made an extra spooky Halloween DTIYS to celebrate! Feel free to participate if you’d like 🖤
Rules: - No deadline - You can change the design or use your own - Tag me and use #Myra5kDTIYS so I can see it! - Have fun 😊
Bonus versions!
#my art#zombie cleo#zombiecleo#zombie cleo fanart#dtiyschallenge#dtiys#draw this in your style#draw this in your style challenge#tw body horror#tw mild gore#tw eyes#Myra5kDTIYS
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#art#digital art#artists on tumblr#fanart#cult of the lamb#cotl fanart#cult of the lamb fanart#cult of the lamb bishops#colt bishops#cult of the lamb shamura#bishop shamura#cotl shamura#leshy#cult of the lamb leshy#cotl leshy#leshy boss fight form#tw mild gore#like really mild I swear#they're eldrith horrors but I love em#love that cotl can do both cutesy and horror vibes#so based of them
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does mouthwashing go hard on tumblr? i havent opened this app in weeks srry
#mouthwashing#art#my art#fanart#mouthwashing game#mouthwashing fanart#jimmy mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#anya#captain curly#swansea#daisuke#daisuke mouthwashing#yay#tw jimmy#bleehh#tw blood#tw mild gore
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Dc au- a day in the life of having strange af partner in crime
#happy pride everybody!!#silly thing i drew on the side while i casually psychologically tortured shadow#everyday the two out-strange each other#art#drawing#sonic the hedgehog#sonic#sth#doodles#sonic fandom#sonic fanart#digital art#sonic the hedgehog fanart#tw cannibalism#tw mild gore#tw mild blood#sonic au#sth au#sth art#digital aritst#sonadow harlivy au#sth fanart#sonadow#shadow the ultimate lifeform#sonic x shadow#shadow the hedghog fanart#sonadow fanart
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Thought about my In Rot and Infection AU and just realized how messed up it is. Like the guy who usually takes the lead is suddenly infected with this sickness that mysteriously showed up one day??
But they were fine yesterday? And none of you ever interacted with anyone with the sickness. Weren’t you all being careful? Didn’t you always check if food was contaminated, and it never was? They’re already at the third stage, and it goes faster through ingestion... how did you never realize? You knew something was off, but why did you never connect the dots until now?
One of you needs to do something, of course. It’s dangerous to you all right now. It’ll want to hug you, and if it does, it’ll never let go until it reaches the final stage. It’ll infect you. That can’t happen this close to reaching the King.
At least you’re in Dormont, the place you know devised treatment against the sickness. The closest to you. So even when you do get infected, you won’t have to worry about it progressing any further.
Everyone else is frozen.
They won’t act. They can’t.
It has to be you.
You clutch your book tighter. It’s heavy and dense enough. If you act fast enough, and strike hard enough... it’ll be over quick. It won’t have to process a thing if you’re fast enough. No one needs to forgive you for this, but at least they’ll be safe.
You rush forward and aim for the head.
#scheduled!#in rot and infection au#yeah that’s it’s name now#can’t come up with anything better so. irai now#i’ll be putting that tag on the other posts when i return#in stars and time au#isat au#in stars and time#in stars and time isabeau#in stars and time mirabelle#in stars and time odile#in stars and time siffrin#in stars and time bonnie#tw body horror#tw blood#(it’s not but it looks like it)#tw mild gore#infection au#adjacent tag#zeisty’s heavy hitters#implied character death#implied odile committing book to siffrin’s head#my first notes on this au cuts off for a reason after all
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my body's aching like a knock-down drag-out
and my poor heart is an open wound A Childhood Friends Au snippet that very briefly delves into Danny's life post-accident. CW: Mild Mentions of Blood, Violence, VERY mild gore ig. Danny briefly recalls getting impaled during a fight.
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What they don't tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it can hurt. That it can hurt more than when you were alive. That when you die, the emotions you die with stick with you like a leech that just won't let go. That emotions are ugly little thorns that stick their barbs into you and grow beneath your skin; or, at least, whatever’s left of it.
Danny is familiar with anger. It kept him warm in Gotham, when his parents weren't home from work and he and Jason were crowding Crime Alley with their presence. It kept him warm in Amity, when the fresh sting of moving was still needling into his heart and he wanted nothing more than to rip and tear into the closest person next to him.
He's familiar with violence. With fights. With death. He's seen people die in Crime Alley probably every day. From overdose, from gunshots, from stab wounds; anything that can kill, rest assured he's seen it. He's familiar with getting his own knuckles rough and bloody when other kids turn and bare their teeth at him and Jason; they're all just starving dogs stuck in a fighting pit, primed and ready to rip out each other's throats.
Black eyes, stomped hands, bloody noses. You name it; he’s had it. Gotham is paved with the blood of her children, and Danny likes to imagine that when he was born, the doctors handed his mother a file and told her; “Take it. He’s going to need it for his teeth.”
Danny’s mom (and dad, for that matter) was too busy trying to keep him and Jazz fed, so Danny stole the file from her drawer with Jazz’s help, and did it himself.
He’s familiar with anger, he thought he was getting better at it these days. It doesn’t come to him as easily as it did before. Of course, that was before Jason died.
Danny is less familiar with grief. Caring kills and Gotham kills the caring, so Danny cares very little about other people. Or he tries to. But grief hurts. His grief hurts. It hurts too much. It hurts like a bug trying to crawl out of his chest; like a rat chewing a hole through his heart. Some days he wants to dig his hands into his hair and split himself down the middle. Some days he just wants to scream.
He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead.
He wants the whole city to hear him wailing, some days. It sticks itself in the back of his throat like bile, and Danny is one wrong retch away from letting it loose. It sticks in his lungs like all the tar he’s smoked in since he was nine. It pushes and aches at his temples, in his head, like his brain is trying to swell out of his skull. His thoughts becoming so loud they threaten to commandeer his tongue.
He has no mouth, but he must scream.
Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it hurts more than when you were alive. Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it’s violent. That it’s bloody. Or as bloody as it can be when everyone has no blood.
Another thing they don’t tell you about being dead, is that it’s a lot like Gotham that way.
With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies forget death itself. Blood comes easy, like water, and teeth are encouraged. Bring your own fangs to the fight. Dying is something you can just walk off.
Danny’s been dead for three months. He can’t say he’s been walking it off easy. He’s perfected the art of turning his nails into claws since his heart was still beating, but he can’t say he’s perfected fighting other ghosts.
Scrappy is just not enough.
He feels like he’s back in Gotham again. Back in her death-shroud alleyways, fighting someone bigger than him. But there’s no Jason to watch his back, and Danny has to get himself out of there alone. Or he might just not get up at all.
Black eyes, busted lips. It’s familiar to him like an old scent, Danny isn’t quite sure that he’s missed it. It’s more familiar than his fights with Dash.
But there’s no one else who can do it but him. Not Sam, not Tucker. He can’t lose them too. He can’t. He can’t. He can’t. His heart can’t take another break, he already feels like he’s going insane.
With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies fight like death themself. He learns why when Technus puts a street sign through his stomach one day. It pins him to the asphalt like a moth pinned by its wings.
Danny claws at the metal like how an animal caught in a trap chews off its leg, and every move is blinding pain. He thinks he was howling, but it’s hard to tell. He couldn’t recognize the sound of his voice.
He bleeds green. It mixes in black with the pitch blackhole in his heart, which throbs and twists and cries in time with his reckless panic. The finger-choking terror of dying again strangles out the air he doesn’t need. His blood evaporates, only to reabsorb into him. It just bleeds out again, cycling like a snake eating its own tail.
Danny breaks his nails clawing at the metal, and eventually gets it in his mind to pull it out. So he does, and the end drips ectoplasm green as he gets to his feet. In red-vision, Danny sends the sign back with snarling, vicious fervor. The pain is irrelevant in his rage.
Only after the fight does the hole the pole left start to close. Danny doesn’t shift human until it’s gone. Unlike other injuries, a scar stays behind. Ugly; mottled, it aches for a week with every twist and stretch his body makes. He hates it.
Being dead is agony.
Every part of him is in pain. Every step, every word he speaks, everything he does, it is prerequisite with pain. The body is temporary, but the soul is forever, and death has carved into it with its freezing green hands and left him with never-ending heartache. It has torn from him and stolen what of him it could, and in return it’s left him with sorrow.
His pain is his grief, and he’s sobbed in the safety of his room more times than he can count. It’s still as fresh as the day he heard the news of Jason’s death. He knows, instinctively, that it will stay fresh forever.
In his room, Danny shoves his hands over his mouth and shrieks in whatever, muffled way he can into his pillow. It’s not enough. It’s never enough. He needs to be louder. He needs to be heard. He refuses to be.
Being dead hurts.
#tw mild gore#cw mild blood#cw mentioned violence#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dpxdc crossover#dpdc#dp x dc crossover#dead on main#dp x dc au#dp x dc fanfic#cfau#cfau danny#obsessed with the fact that danny just has the WORST fucking time after jason dies and baby i can make it worse#*kills you and makes you a banshee and puts you in an irrevocable state of grief*#delicious angst. danny is having the wORSt time ever lol. lmao even#was originally meant to explore the idea that danny can survive lethal injuries as phantom. which briefly got mentioned.#but i got away from myself. leaning reaaal heavy into the fact that danny's a banshee. At 19 he's got a pretty good handle of himself#but imagine being a fresh out the gate banshee. usually they get time to themselves in the zone to cry until their heart's content.#sorry danny. you have school tomorrow and family sleeping in the bedroom next door#kinda proud of myself. you can kinda see how Rath would've occurred here.#danny is going through it rn#was gonna add a snippet about the city's thoughts on phantom but couldnt fit it in
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"𝙽𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎…"
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#dandys world#dandys world fanart#dandys world shrimpo#angst art#my art#cw gore#tw mild gore#tw blood#implied death#i drew this with a computer mouse help me-
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Have you ever considered writing a whump where the whumpee is immortal but they don't have super healing ability, so they're forced to stand all the pain caused by the multiple wounds they have?
(TW: whipping, blood, minor gore, creepy whumper)
“Sixty-one.”
Whumpee cried out at the next lash that ripped the skin of their back. It was a torn, bloody mess at that point. They were sure bone was showing through at that point.
“Sixty-two.”
“STOP!” Whumpee screamed desperately, clenching their fists and pulling against the cuffs that kept them wrapped around the pole in the room.
Instead of a sixty-third lash, Whumpee felt a rough, gloved hand stroke their ravaged back. They opened their mouth in a silent scream at the feeling, and they felt Whumper’s hot breath against their ear.
“I’ll stop when you’re dead,” Whumper murmured. They experimentally dug a finger into one of the harsher wounds, nearly causing Whumpee’s knees to buckle beneath them.
“B-But I—”
“Ssh. I know. That’s the joke, stupid.” Whumper smirked and walked away, retrieving the whip they’d set down. “All my other toys have died far too quickly. I’m not letting this opportunity go to waste. You’re with me forever, baby.”
Whumpee whined when they heard Whumper unfurl the whip again.
“Sixty-three.”
#whump#whump blog#whump community#whump scenario#whump writing#tw blood#creepy whumper#tw whipping#tw torture#tw mild gore
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Lesser acknowledged disturbing scenes from TMNT 2003: The fight from "Time Travails" where Raph gets swallowed by a giant cockroach and ends up having to do his best chestburster impression in order to get out of its stomach.
#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt#tmnt 2003#tmnt 2k3#tmnt 2003 spoilers#tmnt leonardo#tmnt raphael#tmnt donatello#tmnt michelangelo#video#TMNT 2003 is 4Kids I swear#Shit what trigger warnings do I tag this with#tw body horror#tw mild gore#Does that work?
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I heard we were leaning into the “Woolvs of Wool Street” bit, and to also make it weird.
This was specifically inspired by @theminecraftbee ‘s post!
(Maybe a bit risky tagging you! Tell me if you want me to remove it!)
#zedaph fanart#zedaph#hermitcraft#wolves of wool street#har har#my art#horror#tw mild gore#tw animal death#sorta???#my HC art
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forgot to ever post this here but i had the most fucked dream the other night and i had to draw it
#it was so vivid.#bill gets to wake up from it here but in my dream ford was just like.. actually dead#it was wild. i love when i pray for dreams relating to my hyperfixes and this is the kind of shit my brain provides#um#billford#tw decapitation#tw mild gore#fucked up#yes it was specifically the mr bill pines bill and ford#my art#personally im a big fan of how i drew the other bill and ford#dream context: i bought a new apartment and invited friends over for a housewarming party and i guess i was just casually friends with#multiple bills and fords. pretty sick tbh. but in my dream i remember just like walking around the party and then coming up to join their#conversation just in time to witness this happen. i remember that the entire apartment went completely silent and i literally vividly#remember the sound fords body made when it hit the floor and then bill spent the rest of the dream freaking out trying to reverse time or#revive ford. i cant actually remember if he ever managed to figure it out bc my dream just devolved into something completely unrelated#about a storm suddenly hitting and the river in the backyard of this apartment started to flood and i became a lot more worried about that#ive been having some. interesting dreams as of late.#ANYWAYS#um. ask to tag#just in case
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Finally had time to make fanart for 'That Makes Two of Us Then' by @queruloustea !! I've been enjoying the story so far and can't wait to see more of the sillies in future chapters :DD
Have a doodle of my favorite vessel going through it during first meeting shenanigans (and also plush tiktik during later silly times)
#hollow knight#the hollow knight#quirrel#quirrelhollow#gay bugs#seriously though i highly recommend their fic its so good#plush tiktik!#also uhhh#tw mild gore#just basic infection aftermath stuff and all that#mild compared to some actual in-game stuff but still gonna put a warning
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