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Good morning Elysium, today I bring you the sequel to the Rad Cop animatic… COMRADE Cop animatic.
#disco elysium#de spoilers#death imagery#harry du bois#kim kitsuragi#iosef lilianovich dros#the deserter#make some noise#art#fan art#my art#animatic#video
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Gobril 2023 part 2 !
Prompt list of gobril 2023
Day 11: Musical Goblin
Day 12: Child Goblin
Day 13: Hungry Goblin
Day 14: Romantic Goblin
Day 15: Bugbear
Day 16: Pyro Goblin
( I have nothing in queue and I’m extremely tired/sleep a lot so I dunno if I will finish it, that’s why I post a short one - Also for day 17 I did two pics instead of one ^^” )
#gobril 2023#goblin#bugbear#dnd goblin#gobril#OC#dnd oc#pird sponge#pix delegance#pound the cat#cat#siazia albellot#crepe glyphic#death imagery#skull#ask to tag#allsaasart#saasart#doodles
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21.09.14
#Shen qingqiu#sqq#svsss#Scum villains self saving system#Happy birthday gayboy#My art#death imagery#idk what to tw
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Another edition to the soul eater au! Introducing Eri as a baby shinigami... kind of ;)
#bnha#mha#art#midoriya izuku#digital fanart#mha fanart#soul eater au#eri mha#eri my hero academia#skull imagery#death imagery
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some moments last forever, but some flare out with love, love, love
#lyrics from love love love by the mountain goats#bc i was listening to that song and it was so perfect#gideon committed what was to her the greatest act of love she could#and it both saved and destroyed harrow#and irrevocably changed what their story would have otherwise been#image description in alt text#the locked tomb#the locked tomb series#the locked tomb fanart#fanart#gideon the ninth fanart#gideon the ninth#gideon nav#gideon nav fanart#gideon the ninth spoilers#tlt#tlt fanart#gtn#gtn fanart#tw blood#cw blood#tw violence#tw violent imagery#tw death
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L, do you know Gods of death love apples?


L, do you know Gods of death who love apples have red hands?
#death note#l lawliet#light yagami#lawlight#deathnote#lights gay ass having an internal struggle about how he wants to bite L instead of the apple#in a hot way or a murderous way either way it’s possessive#L just trying to eat his goddamn apple#and egging him on bc he knows that’s kira and wants to see how far he can push it#l death note#religious imagery goes crazy#digital art#art#llawliet#sketch#wip
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He who is reborn through pain, again and again // Body euphoria
#one piece#roronoa zoro#trans zoro#transmasc zoro#i dont care. i will never shut up about how much i read trans allegory in zoro's trials AND IDC IF THATS ONLY ME!!!#where there is room for projection i shall project#anyway his smile is one of a man who knows he has to endure to get closer to the best version of himself#fuck this man and his themes of christic self sacrifice and death and being reborn each time#for a god#while being atheist#why do you always end up with cross imagery roronoa zoro#you cause me great distress#my art
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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.
Part 1/2
#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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Artists Masamune Shirow/Tavitaniko
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Prologue
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(You’d been looping back to just the third floor for… you don’t know how many loops. Hundreds?)
(Maybe that was the problem. You didn’t do it all in one go. You just have to do it all, from start to finish, and kill the King.)
(From the top.)
(…Again.)
(You went back. Again.)
(Maybe you took too long. Just need to go faster.)
(…No. Still not enough.)
(It feels good though. Killing the one who killed you, thousands of times. It’s cathartic.)
(You’re even strong enough that you don’t need the Housemaid—MIRABELLE. HER NAME IS MIRABELLE, MIRABELLE, MIRABELLE!!!)
(…You don’t need Mirabelle’s help anymore.)
(…)
(You wouldn’t mind doing this a few more times.)
(…)
(Back to the stage, Siffrin.)
(…)
(…)
(…)
(It’s just another part of the loops now.)
(Go through the House. Kill the King. Talk to the Head Housemaiden. Something’s broken, failing, rotting. Loop back to Dormont.)
(The worst part?)
(Murdering the King has stopped bringing you joy.)
(It used to make you smile, seeing him crumble, blood spilling from his mouth, pooling on the ground.)
(Sometimes, you reduce his body to dust, cutting it up more and more and more until there’s nothing left. You’ve killed him slowly, draining him of his strength and bleeding him from a million places all over, watching the light slowly leave his eyes.)
(And you can’t even enjoy it anymore.)
(…)
(So why are you still here?)
(Whose fault is it that you’re trapped here?)
#isat#in stars and time#isat au#in stars and time au#isat spoilers#in stars and time spoilers#sasasaap spoilers#start again: a prologue spoilers#siffrin#saap siffrin#sasasaap siffrin#isat siffrin#in stars and time siffrin#cw violence#tw violence#tw violent imagery#cw violent imagery#tw descriptions of violence#cw descriptions of violence#cw violent thoughts#tw violent thoughts#tw violent language#tw murder#cw murder#cw death#tw death#cw depressive thoughts#tw depressive thoughts#cw sadism#tw sadism
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"I am entirely my own. I have been, and will always be." Malevolent Part 43
#malevolent podcast#arthur lester#john doe#fanart#malevolent#Cross posted on twitter as piratesleeves#I forgot I had tumblr#This episode was WILD#I wanted to use phoenix imagery because with Arthur's death came john to finally allow that self realisation and become himself#Essentially being reborn like a phoenix#Also using the colours of the nonbinary flag for John#Nb icon
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What would you have me do, Mother?
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON — 2.04 “The Red Dragon and the Gold” // Maia Baia, Mother
#hotdedit#alicenthightoweredit#house of the dragon#alicent hightower#aegon ii targaryen#alicent and aegon#alicenthightowerdaily#aegoniidaily#welighttheway#dailyhotdgifs#gameofthronesdaily#seamayweed gifs#seamayweed stuff#hotd spoilers#blood tw#injury tw#web weaving#the miscommunication between them really kills me#though i did enjoy the birth/death/rebirth imagery#and how sunfyre is curled up protectively around him like a womb in the last one too#cautiously hoping for aegon (and their relationship) to rise from the ashes like a phoenix now
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You could be nicer about it :((
#when wu n pixal opened a portal to the preeminent in s11 the place she was in looked like some kind of swamp#so i imagine after the merge the cursed realm is like someplace in the departed land or island or whatever that's a big area of toxic bogs#so the cursed bogs ehehe :)#also I'm a scythe morro truther he should have death imagery me thinks#a scythe works better for a wind weapon than an earth one in my opinion sorry cole you get a cool giant hammer tho#also also yes i am pretending that arin n ras ended up in the cursed bogs or someplace in the departed land after s2#ok ok yap session over now i promise#ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#dragons rising spoilers#ninjago morro#ninjago arin#ras doesn't get a tag <333#blue's doodles
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I have an idea (concept sketch that I will make a more refined version of in the morning since it is midnight)
#doctorsiren#ace attorney#miles edgeworth#franziska von karma#gregory edgeworth#von karma siblings#manfred von karma#dl 6 incident#ace attorney fanart#tw creepy imagery#digital art#my art#procreate#work in progress#the crane wives#man good omens is crazy /silly#I really Iike the loose look I have now with it#but I wanna clean some stuff up and refine some bits#but this version is really cool to me already#so I’m posting it :3#I think Miles Edgeworth should get shot in the heart BUT NOT DIE#LIKE HE ESCAPES DEATH#JUST SO WE CAN GET THAT PARALLEL BETWEEM HIS BULLET WOUND AND HIS DAD’S#LIKE HOW ZISKA WAS SHOT IN THE SHOULDER LIKE HER FWTHER#RAHHHH
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