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strange-house-art · 3 days ago
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Catacomb set
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dorywhynot · 1 day ago
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"No Angel of Temperance" watercolor, 2024.
Private commission for @lickthecowhappy inspired by their poem of the same name
Prints!
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grickle14 · 2 days ago
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Once again, he had completely sucked the life out of the party. 
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daily-spooky · 2 days ago
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rocktheholygrail · 1 day ago
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Hannibal (2013-2015)
1x02 || 1x07
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tapeworrmart · 2 days ago
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Hand that bites 🩸
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sayxit · 1 day ago
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twins
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alpha-beta-gamer · 3 days ago
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Look Outside is a twisted pixel art Eldritch body horror adventure where you'll die if you look outside!
Read More & Play The Beta, Free (Windows)
Gameplay Video:
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Joseph Vargo
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365filmsbyauroranocte · 3 days ago
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Four Unloved Women, Adrift on a Purposeless Sea, Experience the Ecstasy of Dissection (David Cronenberg, 2023)
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charitydingle · 3 days ago
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Malignant 2021, dir. James Wan
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ozzgin · 2 days ago
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content: gender neutral reader, noncon!, gore!, mutilation!, captivity
Yandere!Artist is not quite an artist by profession. His skill of trade can be immediately guessed in the way he so masterfully handles a scalpel. He hacks, and cleaves, and stitches right back up.
He's saved many souls, and his competency as a surgeon has never been doubted. One could say he's had a lot of practice with the less fortunate...patients.
It started with anatomical drawings; idly tracing over his used textbooks, untangling the thick vessels connecting the liver tissue. This can't be all, he thought at the time. It looked bland, it looked fake. He needed a different kind of muse.
Oh, he's gained a lot of experience since. It took many bodies to perfect his artistry, but now he can finally return home, sit back, and admire his work adorning every wall.
Then he found you.
A different kind of fascination enthralled his soul. He wanted to learn all there is to you, know you better than anyone else. Special little thing, too innocent and naïve for this world. Worry not, you could never be in better hands than his.
"Oh, it's an ugly one."
Your lips are curved into a pout, soft sobs spilling out of your mouth in hiccups. Through tears, you can discern what's left of your leg. Right above the knee, the flesh is torn, sliced choppily and exposing the bone, with clusters of fat glistening among the pooled blood.
He glances at the axe that tarnished your skin.
"You left me with no choice. How many times must I explain myself to you?"
He tucks a few hair strands behind your ear.
"Do you truly believe that the world out there is any better than here? I'm saying this out of love and concern. If you wished to have a walk, or go somewhere, I would've accompanied you.
If you're going to be sneaky, I have no choice but to discipline you."
You nod, in a daze, ears ringing from the shock. Upon reflection, it might have been a poor idea to try and escape. All the way to your hip, there's a prickly numbness, a wet warmth. You stare at his slender hands as he tucks a thin strip of cloth into your gash.
Before reaching for his surgery kit, he eyes the scenery once more: the steady streams of blood branching across the tile, the femoral artery gushing and spasming against the improvised bandage. Your face is pale, and your gaze hollow. He must confess, you're particularly beautiful in this moment, resting against the wall, your damp lashes reminding him of a Madonna painting.
"Perhaps...might you give me a moment?"
He quickly hops on his stool, and twirls a brush between his fingers.
"Don't worry, I'll be quick. Just the sketch, I promise."
He gently dabs the canvas, observing you in raw adoration. Every detail must be considered. Every stroke must be calculated.
"Afterwards, I'll patch your precious leg back. You'll be as good as new in a few days.
And hopefully wiser, if you want to avoid it in the future. I can't do miracles. This will leave an ugly scar."
Lesson learned. Your nose wrinkles with a sniff, yet you obediently straighten your back.
"Is this alright," you ask meekly, referring to your rather poor attempt at posing.
"Perfect."
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grickle14 · 3 days ago
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Find joy where you can.
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kidmograph · 20 hours ago
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***EPILEPSY WARNING***
NEON SWORDS AND WITCHES.
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rocktheholygrail · 6 hours ago
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Mads + Hannibal kiss alts
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