#cw blood.

[absolutelynotsanebaby]

Adopted prince of Shintaro AU! Vangelis took him in :)

Extra sketch under cut (CW for blood)

[exocynraku]

Jake x Pine(star) Hynokits?

calla

[iamfabiloz]

I love my ocs their so silly! :} plz talk to me Abt them…

What if I hated u bc u remind me of my dead child and u tried so hard to impress me and win my approval and we have some sort of back and forth toxic understanding but then tensions rose to such a boiling point and we beat eachother up to da death idk

[cloudrides]

@rvndrkhlme  asked: “ i've been taking care of myself for a long time. i don’t need your help, and i definitely don’t need your pity. fuck off. ”

tilt  of  the  head  stops  storms  from  rolling  in;   the  outburst  alone  is  childish  at  best,   disrespectful  at  worst,   but  gracefully  chosen  to  be  ignored.   blue—woman  is  lucky  her  mercy  trumps  her  rage:   hand  hovers  over  mystique’s  chest,   atoms  are  tearing  themselves  apart  to  rebuild—————what  an  agony  of  existence  in  blue  but  this..   is  something  knew.   knelt  next  to  fellow  mutant,   standard  vital  check  performed..    (    a  rib  or  two  is  fractured  &  misplaced  that  threatens  to  puncture  a  lung,   blood  pressure  is  much  higher  than  it  needs  to  be  save  for  the  untended  wounds  that  continue  to  seep  life—blood…   &  healing  factor  didn’t  seem  to  be  working  fast  enough,   )   combat  of  her  down  device,   of  course.   &   storm’s  face  says  it  all.   pursued  lips  formulating  a  frown,   scrunch  in  her  brow,     tension  in  the  fingers…     this  isn’t  good.   anything  revolving  them  in  close  proxy  wasn’t  good.     there’s  a  sigh  enough  to  change  the  tide,     “   i  did  not  ask  nor  do  i  pity  you  in  any  way  shape—or—form.   “   goddess—in—waiting  tries  not  to  let  emotions  ripple  through  her  word:   she’s  stern,   calculated,   the  wrath  of  others  should  be  beneath  her.   yet,   she’s  fiercely  human.   it  crackles  in  the  night—sky,   in  the  campfire,   in  a  pokerface  she’s  desperately  trying  to  keep.     still,   she  tries  to  reason.   hesitation  rampant  in  her  next  hymn,   “   we  know  you’re  strong,   everyone  knows  you’re  strong.   that  is  not  & never will be in  question.   “   there’s  a  pause:   a  moment  where  she  does  almost  slip  into…   sympathy  for  the  opposer.   but  that’s  not  what  mystique  wants,   she  straightens  up…   beginning  again,     “   ——————but  receiving  aid  does  not  make  you  weak,   denying  it  does.   “ 

[orifces]

♰    accepting meme  ⁏   @saintvampe:    ›    ‘  you  are  not  to  engage.  you  are  simply  here  to  observe.   ”

CIVILITY    !?    RESTRAINT    !?    INACTION    !?    IT'S  LIKE  THEY  TOLD  HER  TO  GO  AGAINST  THE  VERY  NATURE  OF  HER  BEING. SYNAPSES  FIRED  IN  THE  MOST  HEINOUS  OF  WAYS;    VIOLENCE  UNFOLDING  AMONGST  HUMANS...   THE  BLOODSHED,    IT  WAS  FAR  TOO  SWEET  TO  JUST  WATCH  IT  DRIP  ALONG  A  RANDOM  ALLEYWAY. A  WASTE    ;      A  FUCKING  WASTE.   ARMS  CROSSED  OVER  HER  CHEST  -  TALONS  DIGGING  INTO  THE  COMFORT  OF  HER  BICEPS,    BACK  LEANED  AGAINST  A  NEARBY  BRICK  WALL,    POUT  SO  PERFECTLY  PLACED  ON  PLUMP  LIPS.   "    i  do  not  understand  why  we  can't... why  we  have  to  watch  men  battle  with  testosterone  pumping  god  knows  where————    "    FRUSTRATION  BUBBLED  UP  IN  THE  WORST  OF  WAYS,  CLIMBING  UP  AT  THE  BACK  OF  HER  THROAT  BEFORE  DISCIPLINE  WAS  FOUND. A  HISS  DIRECTED  TOWARDS  SERAPHINA'S  GENERAL  DIRECTION,    JUST  ABOVE  A  WHISPER,    "    they  are  spoiling  the  meat!    it's  ghastly... callous!    "    DROLTA  COULD  FEEL  THE  BUDDING  RAGE  &  FALLEN  ICHOR  CAUSING  HER  FANGS  TO  PROJECT,    SHE  WAS  STARVING  +  ANGRY  -  HANGRY,  IF  YOU  WILL. SHE  WOULD  NOT  /  WILL  NOT  REST  UNTIL  HUNGER  WAS  PUT  TO  REST.  BLESS  THE  POOR  SOULS  OF  THOSE  IN  HER  ORBIT.

[spiratorr]

CW : gore

[mr-viwick]

felt the need to draw Curly hitting Jimmy on the head with the gun safety case

[kilgarraara]

enable enable enable enable enable

[camilleflyingrotten]

[vickychendraws]

I don’t usually do crossovers, but a comic idea popped into my head, so i decided to see where it went o/ cw: blood

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Thousands of naked women were dancing upon my grave, there was a deafening howling, and the more they stumped upon the mucky ground, blood began oozing from their feet covering the soil resembling the barrel of grapes, the women having bronze, silver, and gold vases dipping into soil that now look like red wine.

[absolutelynotsanebaby]

In news completely unrelated to this post, here!

(@avisisisis because you wanted to be tagged)

[exocynraku]

im sorry if this sound weird but i dreamed that you had posted an image of ashfur lying on the ground and your sona behind him smiling and the text of the post was "I KILLED, I FINALLY KILLED ASHFUR" in bold, and I had to check your entire blog to make sure that was a dream because it felt so real

I KILLED, I FINALLY KILLED ASHFUR!

[iamfabiloz]

My beautiful ocs and random doodles pls talk to me Abt them… starts foaminf at the mouth and clutching the 8k google doc of lore notes that I have so far of one of them

[kavaleyre]

• The Hanged Man •

“Compared to what Falin went through? This is nothing.”

[orifces]

♰ accepting meme ⁏ @dieasone › ‘ yeah, but, i mean, f*ck i care. whatever. ”

ཐི♡ཋྀ ... ⁎ THE  NIGHT  IN  ALL—HER—GLORY  FINDS  THAT  HUMOROUS        ⁏        THE  SOUND  OF  THE  BAT'S  CACKLES  ECHOING  THROUGHOUT  A  STARRY  ATMOSPHERE,    RICOCHETING  OFF  BRICK  BUILDINGS  BACK  ONTO  THE  SCENE  AT  HAND.   THAT  DREADFUL  SYMPHONY  PUNCTUATED  BY  THE  SOUNDS  OF  BLOOD  DRIPPING  FROM  TALON'S  ON  THE  PAVEMENT  BELOW.   GODS,    DID  THE  MESSIAH  REALLY  KNOW  HOW  TO  PICK  'EM.

DROLTA  FOUND  CARMILLA  IMPRESSIVE,  SHE'D  HEARD  THE  STORIES  AS  MUCH  JUST  AS  ANYONE  ELSE.   ANECDOTES  OF  PERFECTED  CAMOUFLAGE  IN  THE  CESSPOOL  OF  HUMANITY,    EFFICIENT  KILLS  WITH  THE  BLOOD-BATHS  TO  MATCH  WITHOUT  A  TRACE,  ABLE  TO  LIVE  A  QUIET  LIFE  WITH  SERVITUDE  TO  HER  BECK  &  CALL    ⁏    SOMETHING  THE  VIOLENT  HYENA  COULD  ONLY  DREAM  OF ...   &    YET,    ALL  PREDISPOSED  SADISM  INTACT,    UNDEAD  BEAUTY  WAS  CURSED  WITH  A  WRETCHED  HEART. ⁎ DESPICABLE        ⁏        A  GOD-FORSAKEN  WASTE.   SPEAKING  OF  WASTE,    A  HANDKERCHIEF  WAS  PLUCKED  FROM  THE  COMFORT  OF  A  PRADA  SATCHEL        ⁏        SILKY,    DEEP—RED  FABRIC  LINED  SANGUINE—SOAKED  DIGITS  BEFORE  DABBING  THE  RIM  OF  A  LIPSTICK—RIDDEN  MOUTH. 

‘    i  didn't  know  you  were  capable,    my  dear.   what  an... interesting  development.   pitiful,    but    interesting  no  less. ”   INTERESTING,    INDEED.   COUNTESS  WAS  ALREADY  MARKING  THE  FRAMEWORK  OF  MOMENTARY  GRIEF  AS  WEAKNESS.  SMIRK  REFLECTED  LAVA—LAMP  BUBBLES  &  DEVIOUS  SCHEMES  THAT  RUPTURED  BENEATH.   ‘    when  did  you  grow  a  soul,    carmilla    ?    i  must've  missed  that.   ”