#TW: Viscera

[lilarus]

#tesfest day 2!!

@tes-summer-fest

Prompt: beloved or ritual

Preview:

The full unblurred art is below (tw: blood, gore, artistic nudity)

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In which you walk in to find Sirestia in the middle of something.

No progress pics in this one bc it'd make it too long.

[Image: trigger warning for blood, gore, artistic nudity, and viscera. Marker and Watercolor art of OC Sirestia, masked, standing on viscera, blood pouring onto Sirestia. Black background with white eyes floating. Blood magicked and hovering above hand. White waved smoke rising.]

[akiraidraws]

Ink Demonth Day 28: Devour

[thewomanwholaughed]

"it's this way clown!" louise calls out from the rooftop—irritably as per usual—where she can spot joker's green hair from way down below the crooked building after the number of brainiac's goons have decreased in the area. maniacal laughter echoes back at killer frost and she responds with a dismissive wave of her hand. what could the madwoman be up to now?

"Must you always complain so much, Elsa?" Joker called back, still busy with her preparation. For some unfathomable reason, she was stacking up a bunch of trooper corpses. "I'll be right over!" Digging into one of her many pockets, she procured a set of grenades that she had tied together with random fabrics and scrap found laying about. Which was promptly tied around a terminaut that was desperate to escape as the Clown Princess was keeping it in place with her cane, impaling one of its tentacles.

Satisfied with her impromptu creation, she grabbed the creature and had a bit of a struggle with it before slamming it down in the pile of corpses and ripped her cane free, swinging it about like a golf-club.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAA! FORE!"

And just before whacking the creature, she yanks at a cord, pulling out all the pins at once. Watching as it was sent flying through the metropolis sky.

Exploding in a gorey mess!

Right near Louise...

Cackling to herself, she starts running and uses the crowbar-handle of her cane to pull herself onto one of the rooftops. Throwing out an oversized whoopee cushion filled with compressed air that sends her flying after popping it with her cane, soaring past her alien-gut covered companion. "I did say: fore! HAHAHAHAHA- WEE!" Fluttering through the air, she slams her cane to the cable of one of the bridges and slides along it downwards with her legs spread wide, cackling in delight.

[ferrumumbra]

@sinefinemors // Continued

"No." His eyes shine, electric green against his pallid skin, and he glares up at the one he would call friend.

"Not now..." Mors remarked.

"There are those who are... interested in making my life difficult. I thought they would not be so interested in me, but I suppose I have Thordan to blame for that."

Mors was laying upon the ground, blood rushing from his wounds. He looks down at himself, that thin fluid blood... he curses himself. The anemia never made this easy. He knew this body didn't have much life left in it, and he did not wish to die in front of Auri -- but he did not have a choice.

"Just... leave me be, please... I can't..." Mors doesn't understand it. Why? Why does panic rush him? Does he care? He has lost so many friends to this before... does it still matter to have friends when he is like this? Nobody among him would wish to associate.

He did not come to Ishgard intent on making friends. He wanted the truth, and all the ugliness that came with it, and yet...

And yet...

Mors breathes one last harsh breath, and his chest stills, his body melts, limp against Auri's hands, his eyes roll back, his jaw slack, his tongue limp, he feels his body give up the ghost once again, and so very bluntly too.

Should have been careful...

His mind races still, even in death, as it frays together, bone chips, splatters of brain and other organs, they rush to Mors, the blood on his skin suddenly congealing, tightening, and then pushing into Mors's skin, returning to him. The blood on the floor remains, but Mors's injuries tighten, collapse, bones knit, blood fills his wounds before closing, a faintly yellow tinge touches Mors's mouth, like an exhale of golden dust. His eyes carefully race between glazed over, and suddenly wet and vibrant.

The whole process takes less than a few minutes.

Mors awakens, and he stares up at the ceiling. He blinks. Once. Twice.

"..." He finally turns to look at Auri.

"... I did not want you to see that." Mors murmured. "It's very unsightly."

Death; a feat Auri has experienced since his youth, a vicious happening he has witnessed be it within engulfing flames accompanied with cries for help or with blood upon his own hands. Beyond his first experience within the hellish fires of the Orphanage, the wretch has found that he cares very little for loss, able to stare down towards a corpse with no emotional rise within his chest, no tears within his eyes.

Never, be it personally or generally, has he particularly feared death, either- the possibility is constant when battling the immense cold of Ishgard's weather at all hours of the day or night, or starvation, or the dangers of those that offer threat over comfort.

Until now.

Each swallow of saliva feels thick within his throat, every word uttered by Mors that sank within the vastness of elongated ears only seeming to stoke the fires of anger that burned beneath his skin with sincerity and recklessness.

Blood upon his hands had never felt so wrong and, as he knelt there holding his company - supporting his head more comfortably off of the ground, did the full force of all before him strike his consciousness hard. It seemed that no matter where he placed his hand in the hopes of stinting bleeding found, there was endlessly more to find elsewhere; and words murmured to him bought very little comfort.

To not seek revenge felt wrong, for there was not a single onze of the wretch that didn't want to hunt down whomever had done this unto Mors and have them screaming for mercy all hours of the day and night - but he would not go back on what was asked of him. If he said no, he wouldn't.

"I ain' goin' nowhere-!" That it would even be suggested bought a different pang of discomfort to his chest, one in which Auri struggled to identify in the moment and likely would struggle to name at all.

A distant sense of helplessness wedged itself within his ribcage, as if a knife twisted it offered only pain and overwhelming vulnerability. And he didn't like it.

"...Mors...?" He feels like a child with how small his voice was, trembled, the whisper of a name laced with more emotion than Auri had ever shown in his short life; the limp figure within his grasp feeling akin to a devastating loss and he can scarce even begin to process that ere something else begins anew.

Auri's eyes of vivid green are glazed with what can be presumed as tears, their sights turning from Mors' pale and entirely still expression to the haunting movement of blood and viscera alike. His stomach churns, his heart lurches, and for the moments in which all happened before his eyes did the wretch remain entirely silent, sights witnessed burned into retina's to never be forgotten.

When Mors looks at him anew, eyes no longer dulled by death, Auri scarce knew what to do with himself. Hands instinctively held on to his person a smite tighter, dark brows deeply furrowed; confusion, fear and uncertainty written easily across his marred features.

"No shit-" Finally does he manage to utter after the length of a few heartbeats, uncertain whether to feel relieved or otherwise. Mors had perished within his arms- of that he had been certain and of that he was still rather upset if one was to judge the tear-glazed nature of his usually dangerous gaze. But there he was, talking once more as if naught had occurred.

"How abou'--" Auri pauses, still feeling utterly emotionally winded and not able to process aught of it at all; "--we ge' y' somewhere more comfy n' y' can explain t' me wha' the ever lovin' fuck I jus' saw, in th' most dulled down terms y' can manage..." Not that Auri desperately wanted to know- it was more of a fact to keep Mors talking so that he could be comforted, once more, that he was still there.

The wretch wasn't strong by any means, not while naught more than skin and bone - nigh emaciated - but he slips an arm beneath Mors' knees regardless and puts absolutely all of his effort into lifting the other up and beginning to move.

[hrokkall]

DIVINE AUTOPSY

Text from a post by @bedrock-to-buildheight about angel anatomy and the physical manifestations of regret that can only be purged in a bloody vivisection.

[anti-kawaii-daily]

Today's (honorary) Anti-Kawaii Character of The Day is Alice Liddell in the Fleshmaiden dress seen in Alice: Madness Returns! Here she is wearing a uniquely visceral take on Guro Lolita fashion!

[a-thing-named-it]

blood, gore, viscera, and cannibalism stimboard

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[kiiingsnake]

commission for @madmaxxing

[thatsbelievable]

[vellichorom]

one of my favorite genres of images is when characters that have NOTHING to do with pony grimdarks are crossed over with them somehow

on an ENTIRELY unrelated note, shuu iwamine

[occultradio]

That's not my blorbo!

"Id's expired..." "everything should be in order, check again"

"Care to explain your appearance?" "I had a tooth reduction"

"...." "₩Ɇ ₳ⱤɆ Ø₦Ɇ ₦Ø₩"

inspired by watching too many not your neighbor LP's

[archsaints]

Is it okay to request an ID pack (?) based on us / our asthetics ? (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

Big trigger warning for just about every synonym of blood/gore I could find, under the cut. No gore images, just text.

Despite the banner, it is not 18+ (as I am a minor) it is just heavily advised for you to avoid it if you don't like gory words.

System Names: The Butcher Shop. The Carnage Collective. The Mauled. The Sweetheart Bloodbath. The Slaughter(ed) System. The Clawed System. The Cute Freaks. The Bloodletting [x]. Pink Gore. The Massacre of our System.

Names: Cain. Sangria. Mahogany. Freddy. Rot. Clawz. Kilgore. Wrath. Blush. Bloodesse. **Lurid. Macabre. Scarlet. Axe. Marrow. Axilla. Berry. Batty. Bloodrush. Vamp. Tigre. Tigress. Reese. Ayuna. Haemon. Carnage. Sanguine.

Pronouns: Blood/Bloods. Fam/Fams. Yip/Yips. Dei/Deities. [X]/[X]s. Corrupt/Corrupts. Scream/Screams. X/Xs. Stab/Stabs. Gore/Gores. Rib/Ribs. Fog/Fogs. Rot/Rots. Coffin/Coffins. Pink/Pinks. $$/$$s. &/&s. Meat/Meats. Flesh/Fleshes. Silly/Sillies. Trick/Tricks. Bat/Bats. Vamp/Vamps. Kit/Kits. Cat/Cats. Love/Loves. Sweet/Sweets.

Usernames: rottingbutcher. bloodcoloredtiger. batbiten. pink-fanged. artsyfreak. bloodgenderedvamp. ghoulishgore. painted-red. cutepinkbloodshed. bitebitebittenboy. boygirlbite. fleshcoloredbun. eldritchberry. sugarysurgery.

Titles: The Abyss That Screams Back. [prn] Lost In The Void. The Black Cat. The Tigress Lurking. [prn] Who Will Kill. [prn] the Sweetest Freak. [prn] With The Pink On [prns] Fangs. The Fanged Cutie. [prn] Who Will Gore You. [prn] With The Mesmerizing Lack Of Eyes.

Genders: Decayedgender. Batgothedral. Pinkvampgender. Eldricuteic. Tigergender. Eeriething. Mutagender. Zombimutt. Villaigender. Horrorboy. Horrorgirl. Medicreature. Bloodyspiral. Pastilluina. Bloodcovic. Redpinkic. Pinkyandere.

Labels: Tigerkin/Tigertherian Flag. A Second Tigerkin/Tigertherian Flag. Tiger Polyamorous. Tiger Sapphic/Achillean/Diamoric. Various Tiger Flags. MORE!! TIGER FLAGS!! Vamp Futch. Horror Lesbian. Cosmic Horror Loveless Aromantic. Horror System.

*(For more systems looking to use this ID pack, my super awesome mutual @disrealities made the requester, my super duper awesome friend Viscera, a list of alternative terms to system/alter! RIGHT HERE (link)!)

**Fun fact, I (Namida/Host) picked this name for myself because of Sanguinary a while back.

***divider credit is @sister-lucifer and @cafekitsune.

****Gore I would fight a man for you of COURSE it's okay silly?! 🫶🫶

[rui-nova]

The Five Stages of Grief, Linda Pastan

Screenshots from https://kissthemgoodbye.net

[elytrianicarus]

red life velvet shed

[prisiidon]

Finding out that deepsea fish can turn their their photophore lights on and off makes Wraith and Viscera's hunting alot more scary in the daRK-

Esp if Wraith glows after a blood gorge, they’ll glow reD (bc of the blood dhdjfg)

[everyones-least-favorite-bard]

"'It is mine to avenge, I will repay,' says the Lord."