#its a LOT OF GORE

[jewishrat420]

steddie ‘consumption as love’ blurb

tags: blood, guts, surgery, death, organ harvesting/transplant, graphic descriptions of violence, just generally grey’s anatomy type shit if they were really weird, very graphic

gang this one is real fucked up i BEG of you to proceed with caution. READ THE TAGS!!!

eddie would start out asking steve for a vial of his blood to wear around his neck. it’s certainly not the craziest thing he could ask, and by no means goes anywhere near the depths of his desires. these bone-deep, animalistic desires that threaten to overtake him every time he’s around him.

it’d start off with a vial of blood.

steve would reluctantly agree, if only because his boyfriend is weird as fuck and like, what’s the harm? they’ve all seen enough of each other’s insides, lord knows steve’s overdue for a blood test anyways. may as well, right?

it starts off that way.

in the end, steve’s decrepit body lay cold and pale in the bed they used to share.

he’s breathing, barely, his lungs rattling with the effort. messy stitches stretch across his abdomen like song lyrics scrawled in eddie’s journal. the handiwork is uneven, done by amateur fingers.

eddie’s tongue pokes out in concentration as he drags the knife across steve’s stomach. careful not to break the scars that have so tediously worked themselves into closure, his hand barely shakes this time around.

it takes a long time. harvesting organs is excruciatingly difficult, especially for someone with no formal training.

but he gets it.

after hours or days, steve’s raspy breathing only interrupted by weak moans, eddie’s hands wrap tenderly around one of the last viable organs in his body. he grips it carefully, fingers digging into the soft tissue.

eddie carries it over to a metal tin, laying on a bed of ice. he places it inside and makes his way back to his boyfriend.

he picks up the needle, a line of thread, and lovingly, painstakingly, stitches his lover back together.

the line is straighter this time, and he pats himself on the back. thinks steve will be quite proud of this one.

but steve’s long since stopped breathing. eddie doesn’t know when the rattling turned into gasping, when he started imagining it instead.

but he’s not worried about that right now.

right now, he’s laying down on the bed next to steve.

he’s bringing the tray over and placing it next to him.

he’s grabbing a scalpel, the same one he used on steve, and he’s gritting his teeth as he drags a red line across his own abdomen.

he’s looking past the dizziness, gasping against the pain, as he repeats the procedure on himself.

he’s careful not to drop his own organ as he takes it out and places it in the empty tin next to him, tinged red with steve’s blood.

he’s taking steve’s organ, he’s placing it into the cavity of his own abdomen.

he’s relishing in the feeling of his boyfriend’s blood beating beside his own. of the relentless ebb and flow of their shared vitality.

he doesn’t bother sewing himself back up. he simply holds steve’s hand, lets his, their blood bond their skin, and closes his eyes.

he joins steve in the afterlife with mismatched organs and hearts that beat in tandem.

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

[umblrspectrum]

"smaller mass" you say

[shepscapades]

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [PART 6] [Part 7] [Don’t Let it Reach the Heart]

[This comic is part of my dbhc au, following the chaos and panic that ensues after Doc and Xisuma try to get Etho back online at the start of s9 after a very rough s8 finale that leaves him a little. broken. It's set to the vibes of Joywave's Destruction!]

[blayarka]

[noisyghost]

rambling out loud about the one year timeline of how getting bit by a werewolf affected ark/his body <3

[hallowshumour]

Other side. ⚡️🩸

[dorkfruit]

getting all that extra, useless skin outta the way ..

anyways i wanted to draw harrianthe as this one bit in the 4 minutes music video (1:08 - 1:17)

normal kissing under the cut

ignore that idk how to draw people kissing oki

[gothwizardmagic]

oh yeah i finished sacred and terrible air and i regret to announce that the distressingly erotic autopsy scene in disco elysium was not an isolated incident

[frenchonionsoop]

hmmmmm thinkin about how brutalization might look

[800db-cloud]

recent gmod funnies i made

🥲🥲🥲 ......

[glstnbrry]

poison in his heart 🫀

[sweeneydino]

Dragon lore...?

Idk I'm sure there's something comprehensive in here, I need to go to sleep this was killin me

If it helps, I was listening to me and my husband by mitski 👍:)

>:))

[dhmis-autism]

BOO!

spookiest concept here really is this being a duck song. IN MY HEART AND MIND

[always-smileing]

(edit: I changed his look cause the old one was ugly </3) oough he.

this is for a new DW AU i now have

Some of the 'rarities' are head cannons because i dont know the numbers (like gigi, flutter and most of the commons/uncommons) anyways INFO TIME

Goob: - Hostility: 50% - Fear: 30% - Hunger: 30% - Happiness: 20% - Cleanliness: 30% ----- Staff notes: - He seems more aware the more he's with his sister but also more sane and comfortable its best to monitor their conversations and have a chat with R-004 when we get the chance. - We really have to cut his claws and trim him his fluff is getting more messed up and tangled. - May need to figure a way to erase any evidence so he remains oblivious.

[r0tting-rat]

I'm so sorry for what y'all are about to read but I can't get this out of my mind. Again I'm so sorry.

Premise: I did not finish Pressure and this is probably full of inaccuracies but WHO CARESSS

Tw: cannibalism, gore

Just think about it. Back when Sebastian had just released all the monsters in the facility, there must have been so many bodies around. Scientists, soldiers, whatever. There must have been so much blood. Anglers, Wall Dwellers, you name it! If Sebastian hadn't been a killer before being sentenced to death and experimented on, he surely became one that day. I can basically see him.

He's not just angry, he's fucking livid. He does not care about sticking to what is left of his morals, he has long abandoned them. The fact that he is killing humans doesn't affect him anymore, after all, he's a monster now. They made him a monster, so it's all their fault. What goes around comes back around, right?

There's only one problem, after everything in the shut-down facility settles and everything that is left is the gentle sounds of the water dripping down broken pipes, and the problem is that Sebastian hasn't eaten anything in days. He's getting weak, he's getting hungry, he's getting desperate, and he's running out of time. Walking down a long hallway, Sebastian slithers through bodies and scattered limbs, ignoring the painfully empty stomach and trying not to focus too much on the arms, legs and torsos surrounding him. Yes, he did all of that, but it doesn't mean he loves the view. The smell is even more atrocious than the visuals.

His stomach complains loudly, growling and lamenting with need. Sebastian hisses with discomfort, clutching his midsection. "Hold on for just a moment," he tells himself, "Just wait!" But he doesn't know when his next meal is going to be, and before he even notices it his three eyes land on one of the most recent corpses. His DNA has changed and with it his needs and instincts, so—for just a moment—he considers it. Sebastian, no longer the man he used to be, looks at the corpse of one of the soldiers sent by Urbanshade to kill him, and his stomach growls.

He knows he needs it, he will die if he doesn't eat anything soon, and it's not like anyone will notice! No, it will just be another disappeared man, a nameless face to Sebastian and a faceless name to Urbanshade, the guy is basically a nobody! No one will miss him. That's what he tells himself as he kneels down, next to the body, and with one of his three hands he pulls it closer.

"You're not human," he thinks as he peels away what is left of the man's uniform from his mangled chest. His arms are laying a little farther to the left. "This isn't cannibalism, you're not human." Yet, as the ache for food becomes louder, something in his chest starts to grow heavy. With calculated movements, Sebastian forces one of his clawed hands in the guts of the man—no, food—easily tearing the skin open so he can gain access to his internal organs. The sight is quite disgusting, and normally would be enough to quiet his appetite, but he can't afford to be picky. He reaches blindly inside the eviscerated man and pulls out a mass of something. His hand is dripping with blood, his claws are piercing just slightly into the deformed mass in his hold. It's soft. Analyzing what he is holding would only make everything worse, so, before he can stop himself, Sebastian shoves the entire thing in his mouth, and begins to chew.

The mass is wet, slimy, he has to force it down his throat when he swallows. Just the act leaves him breathless, like it had somehow drained him of all his energies. "This isn't cannibalism, so stop whining!" his brain screams at him, like it would somehow get rid of the feeling in his chest, which has now grown heavier than before. As he reaches for a second handful with a shaky hand, Sebastian begins to cry.

"You're not human anymore!" Another bite, more blood trails down his chin and into the collar of his shirt. The metallic scent strokes his hunger like a flame, invading his nostrils and filling his lungs.

"You're not human anymore!" With the third bite his teeth snap over something hard, probably a bone shard, and they shatter it like it was a bread crust, like they were made for it.

"YOU'RE NOT HUMAN!"

Sebastian shoves his face inside the corpse, devouring anything his teeth can reach, reduced to just a starving and sobbing beast. He eats and cries, unable to stop doing either of those things, and his tears mix well with the crimson tainting the lower half of his face. He uses his claws to get bigger bites, pulling anything at arms reach towards his gaping maw, and he is unable to put an end to the massacre. He pulls open the ribcage and reaches for what's inside. Muscles tear under the strength of his jaw, the taste of sweet and fresh meat makes him go delirious, fat slithers down his throat like it's liquid.

What is left of the man once he's done might as well be the carcass of a very large dog, or a pig. The remains—which are few—are unrecognizable, just a weirdly shaped thing covered in blood and with some scattered bones. If anyone were to find it they would guess it must have been a group of Wall Dwellers, and not the sassy merchant at the 50th floor, no, they would never blame him. Just picture it; Sebastian hunched over a corpse, heavily breathing and feeding off one of the new expendables. Ridiculous, right? Yeah, sure, his teeth are sharp like a great white's, but he would never do something like that! No, after all, he is your only friend in that hellish hole, right? You can trust him, and only him. No one else.

Don't ask what happens to the bodies of the expendables once they die, that's none of your business. It's not like you'll ever see them again. They are nobodies. You are a nobody. You're not expected to return.