#Tw: Organs

[mook-the-third]

⚠️TW!! Gore (it’s not hyper realistic, though)

I’ve spent my last neuron sketching this.

Bye.

(It’s small Jonathan from year one)

[larrypuppet]

I swear i am fine- Sometimes people on discord gives you good ideas!

[thefluffyrailway-official]

[TW:BLOOD/ORGANS/DEATH]

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Sodor's never told stories (Part 1)

"I've seen it, they act by instinct, if we keep them alive, more will be infected, more will die! We must do something, but i doubt we can think of the infected ones as our friends anymore, even if it hurts... They are a menace..."

-Mr Percival

(During the lastest stages of the infection, the engine acts purely by instinct. And by their nature, they're predators. In their mind there are no difference between human or deer. Adult or child... They see PREY)

(AU inspo creds: @steam-beasts <3)

[beastcatartblog]

Old habits die harder than who ever is on that plate.

Day 15: Piece of flesh

[jester-fangirl]

Happy birfday autism puppet show :3

[sigyn-foxyposts]

''Valentine’s secret bloodline''

Remember the Rachel Valentine theory? Well i have expanded on it, now its going to be a full fanfic and AU, i even made a cover for it!!

Special thank you to @hack-n-slasher and @fairchilds-glasses for helping me with this AU !! <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64499293/chapters/165630730

[paapasmurf]

Tw: Bright colors, Eye strain & gore.

I ve been feeling bad lately, so i did this thing. Sorry if I disturb any of my dear mutuals and followers.

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[troglobiteme]

Source: Science Photo Library

[cause0fchaos]

(TW: GORE AND HUMAN HEART)

I was finally able to fulfill my dream of becoming medic by holding a real human heart

(My science class was doing something about transplants and we got real human organs, I immediately thought of Medic)

Heres also the little doodles of Him I did on my worksheet instead of doing the actual work

[dichotomouskey]

MONSTROUS HEART

You've never met someone like me My heart has teeth And it's looking for something to eat My heart has teeth Oh, isn't it so bittersweet That I love to watch you bleed?

He's never been the same since that night.

In the depths of human experience, we often find ourselves driven by love and the primal survival instinct, even when it demands the harshest sacrifices. That fateful night, Sora stood resolute, determined to protect Kairi. She was not the version he had lost—she belonged to a different timeline shaped by the hands of fate—but his instinct to shield those he cherished was unyielding. This compulsion to safeguard came at a steep cost, as he willingly relinquished fragments of his own light, his heart, and even the essence of his humanity, all to stave off the encroaching primordial darkness that had haunted him since the tender age of fifteen.

Caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, he grappled with his identity, for Kairi had denied him the acknowledgment of being Sora all along. Yet, despite this internal turbulence, he had chosen to accept his destiny—embracing the pain rather than fleeing from it. In that poignant moment, he understood that to turn his back on Kairi was simply not an option. Instead, he felt an overwhelming sense of duty. On that night, Sora died in a metaphorical sense, surrendering to the inevitability of his fate. Still, he found peace in that surrender, a testament to his deep-seated love for Kairi and the remarkable strength and resilience that resided within him.

The events of that fateful night profoundly transformed Sora, affecting him not only psychologically but also in a more profound, more intrinsic way, beginning with the core of his being—his heart.

As Sora delves deeper into the vile, eldritch Darkness, the transformation gnaws at him with an unsettling intensity. Once a beacon of light, his heart has morphed into a grotesque abomination, its jagged teeth eagerly craving the warmth of other hearts—both their radiant light and their consuming shadows. The alteration to his visage is haunting; inky Darkness seeps from one side of his face like sinister cracks in the pavement, a stark and unsettling reminder of the burdens his choices have wrought. Slowly but inevitably, he is becoming something monstrous and insatiable, a creature driven by an insidious hunger that marks him as a harbinger of Darkness.

This is the path to a destiny long written in the cosmos; the Midnight King is coming.

[voidspark-shadowart]

Did my own thing today.

Gave an old creature design some color :3 a mix between a moth and a human heart

[askaboutmyaxe]

Cassidy, I’ve told you before. You’re not allowed to try and give organ pies to the staff members.

Organs? There’s no organs in my pies! Only cherry substitutes! Plus all my neighbors love my pies :)

[chaoscouncilcreaturecorner]

Pastel Goth Moodboards

TW: VERY Bright so please be cautious!!, Eyestrain, Glitchy, Blood, Bones, Eyeball Creatures and maybe organs?, Implied Death in text format

[cherry-shake]

"Supreme. That is my name" (Captain America 2018, issue 30)

the many faces of Sinthea Shmidt

[figitorynonsense]

x ray dragon

yea

[darlingshome]

okay, hear me out. wally, on the outside, is for all looks and purposes - a felt and fleece puppet. the way he moves is uncanny, too fluid and human-like to be a puppet. that's what he is, yet he's animated on his own and walking around. his voice is stolen from his puppeteer, it's something that's permanently his and it doesn't belong to him. and wally knows this. what wally doesn't know is underneath his felt exterior is a labyrinth of cotton and organs re-arranged in a way that doesn't resemble a human being's anatomy. how he's able to stand is a mystery as he has polyfoam bones! his "organs" are patchworked fabrics & flesh stitched together, fully functioning despite what some people might think. and how many organs does he have? wally doesn't know about that, either! he doesn't know what organs he has, too. what he does know, is that he has a heart ( or two, if you count his genuine kindness ) and it's somehow beating. wally is alive and he's aware of it.