#a lil bit of body horror?

[vanitatorium]

Their goal is to possess each other's head

[liketolaugh-writes]

“Finish it,” Wade ordered him, shoving the rest of the bottle at him. Danny did without question, and Logan pulled the edges of his skin together and started stitching again, his hands coated in molasses-thick neon green. “This slow-mo regeneration bullshit is baloney, by the way. Give me hyper or give me death, god damn.”

Danny giggled weakly.

“Oh, you think I’m joking?” Wade demanded. “You have discovered a new in-between hell place I had never imagined! Do you know how rare it is for me to find horrors that I haven’t lived through? But here you are getting your heart sewn up through your vivisection wound because your regeneration is too good to let you die but not good enough to fix you on its own! Do you know how hard it would be to vivisect me at all? Jesus fucking Christ! What a fucking nightmare!”

“Put a cock in it, Wade,” Logan snapped. Danny, on the other hand, was giggling so much his chest was trembling, so apparently he was the type to find his own fucked-up life funny too.

[fox-guardian]

Sorry for asking out of the blue but do you happen to have a description or doodle or something of how Curly would look in progression to being infected in the zombie au? I'd love to see the thought process to how you think it would go!! no pressure if not of course but I'd love to hear you yap about it C:

had some epiphanies while crafting this one HEHEH

[ID: A timeline of six sketchy digital drawings of Curly from Mouthwashing suffering from a zombie infection with notes next to each. Each drawing has a headshot of him, and a featureless full-body showing infection's spread next to him. He gets increasingly bluer and sweatier, and blood starts to pour out of his mouth, nose, and eventually ears. He loses teeth, an eye, and his tongue by the end. His expressions go from nervous and saying "FUCK!" in the first, to pouty, then uncomfortable, then agonized, and finally blank rage. end ID]

[Image transcript:

1-2 days: minimal damage burning sensation in mouth and throat

3-5 days: tummy hurts, increasingly horrible shits, vomiting, burn spreads and intensifies

5-7 days: fever, tummy hurts worse, bloodstream gets affected, The Eternal Burn truly begins

Week 2: rest required, all prior symptoms worsen, tooth loos, weight loss, vocal chords dissolve, loss of coordination

Week 3: surface wounds appear, "erratic" behavior, involuntary twitches and spasms, all bodily fluids burn, tongue loss, potential for self harm raises significantly

Week 4: Kill's 99.9%! All day FIRE FRESH!

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curly's infection rate is much slower than most due to his own natural resistance and the fact that he only consumed the faintest trace of mouthwash so all this would happen much faster for the others. by the time we see daisuke and swansea again after their respective infections, they're already at the final stage. curly looks especially out of it there but that's just because of Event Reasons

(also he would very much be wearing a face mask after his initial infection but obviously i wanted to show all the details so ye)

it is very late so i cannot yap much rn but ask any and all questions you have pweeeease i will answer them Later <3 i need to go beddy bye <3

[gomzdrawfr]

omg i was surprised no one mentioned hanahaki before so ur tags had me 👁️👁️ like hello. nikolai is the perfect target. the angst potential WAY too good. kill him (with love) hehe >:)

The first time Nik felt something in his throat, he brushed it off as a dry cough, he'd probably worked in the hangar for far too long, with all the dust and jet fuel he inhaled, it was only a matter of time, right? Plus, there was something else that mattered more at the moment, Price leaning against his heli, talking about something as the cigar was smouldering between his fingers.

Nik watched John, every small details and motion etched into his memory. It wasn't the first time Nik found himself utterly smitten and distracted by John, enraptured even.

But it was the first time it hurt, for some reason.

Again, his throat and chest felt tingly.

He found out soon, late at night, choking and gripping his chest as bright petals poured out his lips. Golden Marigolds. Soft but vibrant, covering his chest and pillows like autumn leaves.

Marigolds. Of all kinds of flowers, of course it's Price's favourite one.

Then comes the efforts to fix this...disease, some curse. Nik tried to stop loving John, build up those walls around his heart again, looked for another name to whisper in the night, gave hollow prayers and meaningless kisses to strangers he could never care for.

But the flowers kept returning, because in every attempt to build up this wall, John's laugh had already seeped through the cracks, John's name would always echo in his mind even when his name was being screamed out by another.

John Price had already carved a home into Nikolai's heart without ever asking.

It is impossible to stop loving John. Not when he remembered the day they shared their first cigar, not when he remembered his favourite tunes by heart, not when he could map out the wrinkles and moles around his face.

Nikolai knew, that even with all the subtle tease and signals, that Price would reciprocate.

Eventually.

Maybe.

...or not.

It wasn't Price's fault that he didn't love him, it was Nik's own fault for falling, and falling deeper than any sane person would.

It wasn't Price's fault, it was Nik's own fault for being hard to love, too many histories, too many burnt past, too many obscured files, too many [redacted] too many [redacted] too many [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] —

It wasn't Price's fault, it was Nik's own fault for being easy to leave, even though his heart screamed that no one could replace John.

More and more petals would escape the confine of his lungs, a garden of unsaid I love you lays untouched on the ceramic floors, wilting, dying.

Some of them would scatter around the helicopter. John found hem sometimes, but never questioned it, holding the petals delicately, even keeping some to his vest.

Oh, if only he knew.

Breathing became a battle, the flowers grew and grew, choking Nik from the inside. But the taste of the blooms were better than the lingering taste from John's cigar. This self-destruction of loving him, was so consuming yet so soft. A gentle kind of death. A mercy for wanting someone he could not.

"You o'roite? Nik?" Price asked, because with even one glance, anyone could see the paleness around Nik's skin.

"Fine, Captain." Nik lied, because...what else could he say? that he was dying? because of love? because the flowers in his chest of his own making were growing, nurtured by his greed? by every stolen glance and touch?

Nik's heart ached, tear apart from the inside. The flowers kept growing and so did his love. Perhaps if he could get enough Marigolds, he just might tell him how he feels, but for now...for now the flowers flow and wilt.

not proof read at all btw im just winging it from the get go and from what I had for priceraven originally HDAKDJ XD

[insomnious-illustrations]

Day 1: Eyes

I'm already four days behind for Ghoultober leave me alone.

[ack-cough]

Sheep I am in awe of your dedication to fixing in cis and het

Im at aw of my own dedication too

I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE FUCK I AM 😭

just infected my brain like a worm and went "I can fix him"

[energeticpoltergeist]

FE Secret Santa (10/10)

Robin(male) for @silversongmsp

My final submission of the year for the @feshippingpolls secret santa event

[penguin-scribbles]

hello tmcblr, may I offer you despairduo in these trying times

[foxish-draws]

Still in the art rut, apparently settled on faces as a means to try to work my way out of it. This turned out Just Ok, I was in too deep before I figured out how to maybe fix it, & I Did Not feel like backtracking that far. So here's a Jon Archivist Sims. Beware of eyeballs.

[radicalrobotz]

i like hungry lamu but he is going to be the next freddy fazbear in the kitchen for me

[belthegore]

spooky guy convention

[fuddieduddies-art]

having a normal one!

[zrllosyn-art]

A rough rendered sketch of the daikaiju of the meireki era

[dandiest-doodles]

Haven't done fan art in a minute but I started season 3 of TMA and I'm missing Sasha

[godsfavoritescientist]

looking through my old drawings and found a few lil things

[ssseriema]

my duty is to make him look more ill the more i draw him