#goretober 2022

[kodasea]

Spines

[blueequin0x]

Prompt 15] Static //  Art + Speedpaint

This game had me in a chokehold for months after it came out. I’ve noticed that when gaming channels play it their reaction to Wooly is either: “oh poor Wooly leave him alone” or “Wooly shut the fuck up no-one cares” and there is NO inbetween

CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A // please tell me if I missed any :]   

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total time taken: 10 hours 50 minutes

link to the speedpaint: https://youtu.be/5meaWfakYNc

[rotcolon]

Some traditional art I did for goretober -prompt: Circuit

[stuarts-randomplace]

I just wanted to see what list I used last year so I wouldn't repeat it

but now I want to redraw everything I did last year at Goretober 😭

[kodasea]

Melting

[red-writing-on-asylum-walls]

Goretober Day 25: Ripped Apart

He was a wildfire, unstoppable and all consuming, a raging inferno of heat and light. But he was also a small flame, a warmth against the bitter cold, a comfort and a beacon. To his family, Michelangelo Hamato was the sun. He burned, brilliant and radiant and giving all of himself to everyone else. And, like the sun, he too was eventually extinguished. The sun set...and darkness swept over all that remained.

it doesn't need to bleed for it to hurt

[blueequin0x]

Goretober - 11] Puppet //  Art + Speedpaint

I have no idea if there is ANY overlap with people who watch speedpaints, and people who like Genloss. So I guess I’ll find out now! [I know that I’m at least 1 person who falls into both categories lol]. If you haven’t watched it, I highly recommend it if you’re into comedy horror, o even listen to the soundtrack at the very least

It only took me a year and 6 months to get over the 1/3 of the way through the prompt list lol, but don’t worry, behind the scenes I’m further than that ;]

CONTENT WARNINGS: blood / bloodstains, sharp spikes, implied manipulation, implied death, generation 1 spoilers // please tell me if I missed any :]   

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total time taken: 12 hours 14 minutes

link to the speedpaint: https://youtu.be/HzpXK_gxAFk

[yayadrawsthingz]

During 2022 Goretober I had drawn out every single day out on paper and was going to draw it digitally. Well you all know how that went. I don't know if I'm still going to do the 2023 goretober but I do want to make up for my lost. So I may do some prompts of 2023 goretober while also finishing up my 2022 goretober. But only the ones I'm still very much proud of.

So get ready for some gory stuff, because I'm not going back on my promis to give you all gore. So here's the paper art I did.

[heart-freak]

"Favourite headcanon" well they're changing all the time, but Hels having a pet spider named Tomato has gotta be up there. Surprise! Art from 2022 that I may or may not have posted before? I don't really remember. Live Laugh Tomato...

They're so cute...

Uhm, if you've seen day 6 of my goretober drawings from 2024, you'd probably know that Tomato was there as well...

[crisis-arts]

I had started some Care Bear redesigns back in September, and then left them for Goretober. Now that I remembered them again, we’re gonna pick back up with Bedtime! 2nd drawing is the original from 2022

[kodasea]

Bisected

[buboplague]

about the prints, would you ever consider putting prints of your Heartbeat piece from goretober 2022 on sale? something about it makes me go feral and it inspired me to dive deeper into my own gore drawings. I'd love to have it on my wall!

I put it up, it's here! (cw gore)

I'm glad you enjoy it and that it brought you some inspiration. Thank you!

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

Hi, do you take requests for x readers? Im really wanting some natemare x reader (they/she pronouns) fluffy cuddles maybe a cute date? Protective and mildly possessive Mare has my heart lol hes so precious and i love him, maybe its a date and Mare left to get drinks or something and a creep wouldnt leave y/n alone so Mare has to step in etc? Its okay if not that and its okay if you dont write x readers too ^-^ thanks :P

Call me Lyxie or Lyx ^-^

(for anon, ill be either Lyxie/Lyx or ^-^ anon if theyre free :P)

Weeeeell, this is a tiny bit awkward, considering the role I wrote Natemare into for Goretober 2022 (sue me, I took inspiration from FNAF lore.) But I'm still happy to write for him again! I really appreciate your patience. Hope it's okay!

(I am SO, SO, SO SORRY this took such an incredibly long time to post! The Goretober stuff and my last-minute Halloween Special Story had already been keeping me busy, AND THEN CHRISTMAS SEASON CAUGHT ME SO OFF-GUARD THAT MY HEAD IS STILL SPINNING FROM IRL CHAOS. I guess I should've expected that, because Christmas is always like that, but whatever.)

(Also, this is kind of my first time writing an x reader type story, or one specifically in a romantic sense, at least. So, sorry if this comes across a bit awkwardly 😅)

(Trigger Warnings: alcohol, eating/drinking, unwanted advances/creepy behavior, body horror, slight physical violence, strong language. Please let me know if I missed anything.)

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You can be described as someone who’s skilled in rolling with the punches.

Now, rolling with the punches doesn’t always mean being able to understand things that really aren’t meant to be understood, but it seems you’ve got a certain knack. 

If you didn’t, then how else would you have found yourself in a nice relationship with a banshee-esque spirit?

Yeah, your and Mare’s first meeting had been a little awkward, considering you’d been sabotaging a cult that was trying to hold blood rituals in his adopted brother’s name, but you two still became fast friends afterwards. (‘Matter of fact, the adopted brother in question is a pretty chill guy, too. Shockingly chill for an eldritch abomination in disguise, at least.) 

Really, dating Mare has helped open up more of reality to you. Pretty much every aspect of the human world has a counterpart for no-so-human entities. (Yes, you sort of already knew about that, but thanks to Mare, you’ve been able to actually explore it for yourself.)

For example: the setting of your latest date. 

Holy Water Distilling Co. was one of many establishments owned and controlled in Phantom’s domain. 

By day, it was a tidy bar offering a pool table in one corner and a stage in the other. 

By night, it was. . .well, the same thing. The only parts of it to change were the clientele, as well as certain items on the menu. 

One particular evening, Mare just so happened to be up on the aforementioned stage, alongside a few of his musician-buddies. You, meanwhile, were seated at the counter, watching and listening as he performed.

(Not that you minded this arrangement. Mare’s affinity for music was what you initially bonded with him over, after all. You’d tagged along on his gigs before, and he’d never failed to make it a good time.)

Patiently waiting for him to wrap up his band’s last song so you two could enjoy the rest of the night together. . . 

“Y’know, it’s always easy to find some nice toys in this place,” an unfamiliar voice whispers from just a few seats away. “But I never thought I’d see a worthwhile human around here.” 

. . .and trying your absolute damnedest to ignore the stranger who just couldn’t seem to take a hint.

Similarly to Mare and Phantom, the stranger in question could almost pass for a human. Just not at the moment, since he’d obviously taken off whatever disguising veil he used (those were pretty popular among this crowd for many reasons). 

His eyes bulged from their sockets, lacking both pupils and irises. Just two orbs a little larger than the average tennis ball, coming in a shade of dark pink that looked more toxic than fluorescent, ever-so-slightly rolling around in his head as he stared at you. The grin he aimed in your direction would’ve been creepy even without his particular mouthful of oily-looking needle-teeth. 

You ground your jaw, feeling one of your hands curl into a fist on the bar counter. 

The bug-eyed stranger seemed to catch onto that body language. Though you didn’t look at him, your peripheral vision still allowed you to see how his smile fell. 

“What? I don’t get any gratitude for the compliment?” Mr. Bug-Eyes asked, his voice changing from smug to indignant in a heartbeat. 

“If you really think that being called a toy is a compliment,” you finally murmur in a clipped tone, “then you’re in for a rude awakening.”

“Oh, c’mon. I know what girls like,” Mr. Bug-Eyes retorted. “I’ll just never understand why you’re all so repressed.”

“I think you’re mistaking repression for self-respect,” you observed. 

You kept your focus on the stage, on Mare and his bandmates. You knew they were on their last song for the night’s performance. The music was winding down, but it was still awesome as ever. He’d asked for your help with lyrics and fine-tuning a good few times in the past, and that had been flattering enough.

But the fact that he was having such a good time singing the stuff that you helped him decide on. . .well, you weren’t sure when you’d stop riding that high, but you certainly weren’t complaining. 

“Fine, fine. I get it: you don’t want things to move so fast,” Mr. Bug-Eyes piped up again, nudging his bar stool a few inches closer to you. He didn’t seem to notice how you automatically nudged your own chair a few inches further away. “Can’t I just get your number, honey? It’s clear you need someone to talk to.”

“I’ve already got that covered,” you replied. “That’s how having friends works.” 

“That’s big talk for someone who’s here all alone,” Mr. Bug-Eyes sneered. 

You feel your knuckles turn white. “I’m not alone.”

“Well, if that’s the case, your company isn’t paying enough attention to you.”

“That’s none of your damn business,” you hiss, trying to keep your voice down. Yeah, you weren’t shy about potentially clocking this guy in the chin if he tried anything, but you still didn’t want to cause a scene. Not when Mare was wrapping up his gig, so close to finally coming offstage and continuing his date with you. “I already told you: I’m. Not. Interested. If you were half the guy you think you are, you would’ve left me alone after the first time.”

Mr. Bug-Eyes gave a melodramatic sigh, and a sickeningly sweet smell permeated the air around you. It almost instantly caused the first stage of a migraine to flare along the bridge of your nose. You shook your head, blinking as your eyes grew watery way faster than necessary.

A chill raced down your spine as you registered the weight of a hand on your head, ruffling your hair.

You jerked back, slapping it away. “Get away from me!”

The quick motion, combined with the smell, caused you to lose your balance. However, instead of collapsing onto the floor, you felt yourself being caught. Despite your now hazy vision, it took no time at all for you to recognize the colorful tattoos adorning your rescuer’s arms. 

Relief sliced through the awful type of adrenaline that was thrumming through your head. 

From there, things moved pretty fast. 

The environment around you was a blur as clouds of dark violet smoke poured from Mare’s eyes, from his mouth, through his skin itself.  

Mare guided one of your arms to rest along his shoulder, helping you to keep up with his pace. 

Cool nighttime air rushed past the two of you; you almost didn’t notice the deep whooshing sound of a heavy glass door being swung open. 

And before you knew it, you were suddenly sitting down again. The weight of Mare’s arm was still around your waist.

“Deep breaths. Take deep breaths,” Mare coached. There was a slight echo in his voice; his pitch seemed a bit all over the place. That always seemed to happen whenever he had too much energy, good or bad. 

You nodded, following those instructions. You raised a hand to knead at your temple. Then, after a moment of scrubbing at your eyes, you realized that you were now in a completely different part of the downtown area. If memory served, you were now a far distance away from Holy Water Distilling Co.

“Are you okay?” Mare asked, keeping a firm yet gentle hold on your hand. 

You finally looked over at him. His eyes were pitch-black, the purple tear tracks on his face now branching out like veins or tree roots. His skin had turned a deathly shade of gray; if you looked closely enough, you could almost see the shapes of his teeth and skull through the barrier. 

Despite his obvious anger, concern and fear were still present in his features. 

“I’m okay. I’m okay,” you eventually reassured him. Your head still felt a little funny, but now that you were away from the scent, your senses were much clearer. You didn’t hesitate to hug him, resting your head on his shoulder. He returned the gesture tenfold, sighing. 

The minutes dragged along, but you didn’t mind. 

“Whoever that idiot was, I think I’m gonna have to kill him,” Mare murmured after you pulled away. The edge in his voice had died down a bit, and his features were slowly but surely turning less ghoulish, but his eyes remained dark. 

“I won’t stop you,” you hummed, having long-since grown accustomed to his more monstrous side, “but could that wait a bit? Just until tomorrow?” 

Mare squinted at you, understandably incredulous. 

You shrugged. “I mean, you seemed really excited about the movie. The screening’s supposed to start in about. . .” You glanced down to check the clock on your phone, “. . .twenty minutes from now, I think.”

Mare’s eyes widened as a surprised snicker escaped his lips. “Priorities, priorities.”

You tilted your head as you rose from the sidewalk bench. “Consider it your reward for rescuing the damsel in distress.”

“Well, when you put it like that. . .” Mare was quick to follow, locking arms with you as you began strolling together.

[blueequin0x]

Prompt 14] The House Always Wins //  Art + Speedpaint

“EVERYONE’S USUALLY SO BUSY, SO… IT’S JUST ME AND HOME FOR A LONG WHILE.”

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Wally is semi-speaking/semi-verbal because I say so [/half joke]

I also LOVE that most of the series is reading web pages and messing around when navigating them, you get to feel like you’re actually finding something secret >:]

[the quote is from the phone call on away from prying eyes]

CONTENT WARNINGS: an uncanny house staring at the viewer, 2 eyes on inanimate objects // please tell me if I missed any :]  

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total time taken: 6 hours 45 minutes

link to the speedpaint: https://youtu.be/izs9Uv4YafQ

[kodasea]

And the leaves don’t lie And their worm dyeth not Just call me Ichabod