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#get uhhhh regenerated idiot#kinda body horror?#I'll add a reblog with the keys#uhm yea do that to eater and they'll be pissed#it's mentioned somewhere that Eater's magic focus is their lure#so fortunately it can be regenerated#eater draws#eater animates#asks#aris shenanigans#Ok now time to scream in the tags WHEN I SAW THIS IN MY INBOX I LAUGHED SO HARD#I WAS WONDERING IF SOMEONE WOULD DO THAT AND YOU DIDNT DISAPPOINT!#ITS WONDERFUL!!!!#uhh choppy animation because to be honest i dont know how to animate so im making it up as i go#eater fanart
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#art#my art#flesh and meat and such#gore#body horror#sooo the wip i showed split into two parts :|#n the end result is kinda seven degrees of derivation away from the sketch shown in the video#but well. at least it's accurate to what happens most of the time#👍
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You're the big bad wolf, Chetney
#critical role#critical role fanart#chetney pock o'pea#cr 3#bells hells#cw: body horror#kinda?#critical doodles#i know that travis often plays chet's transformations comedically#but i LOVE when he REAAAALLY pushes for the gruesomeness of tearing ones skin off like a nasty packaging
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sea nymphs I designed for mermay when i was starting to recover from covid. "sea nymph" isn't exactly the word for what they are but "mermaid" doesn't fit either. idk dudes, bathomet knows what race/species they belong to.
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“The artist becomes the canvas!” - TMAGP 002: Making Adjustments
#tma#the magnus protocol#tmagp#the magnus archives#fanart#the magnus protocol spoilers#tw: body horror#kinda???#this is the most vague fanart i could possibly post im so sorry#i swear i've also started drawing the actual. yaknow. characters?#but for personal reasons episode two hit so close to home for a second I thought Alex j newall had acquired access to my medical records#so I had to get this out of my system LOL#myart
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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.
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#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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cw body horror
help. they used up the vfx budget (again)
a secret third thing (eclipse) to horror sun / moon possible design for playing along (ao3 link!!)
tidbits to chew on: ☆ a protocol to shut down entertainment functions for security purposes ☆ ripped moons hat (again) ☆ birthday boy :o)
i am bad at being sneaky. i LOVE yapping. but i will leave them more vague... mwehehe >:)
instead! if u have Eclipse hcs ... then, I'd love to hear Your thoughts ^-^<3
places down the treat of the day
bonus treat round ♩ parade
#fnaf dca#dca fandom#fnaf daycare attendant#dca fanart#fnaf sb#fnaf eclipse#eclipse fnaf#dca community#pom draws#pom yaps#playing along#horror eclipse#cw body horror#cw robot gore#ermm idk what else. when u draw neon tubing inside a chest it gets kinda unsettling.. oops? ^-^;;#it makes sense to sprinkle paprika(movie) here huh LMAO
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I have started using Blender ( said with evil intent )
#matty's blender shenanigans#dead by daylight#dbd#the unknown#dbd the unknown#dbd memes#body horror cw#blood cw#he's just kinda fucked up
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my personal body horror desire is that I wish it were possible to vomit a few gallons of blood and liquefied organs every so often with no repercussions and grow everything back just fine because sometimes that is the only rational response I can think of to certain emotions
#a little bit of a digestive tract soup and then it's all good#sorry if this post is bad but in my defense um. blood is kinda cool.#marina marvels at life#body horror cw#emetophobia cw
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Eat your Heart out.
#jrwi#jrwi freak week#fanart#jrwi riptide#chip jrwi#chip bastard#riptide fanart#For the freak week prompt: Death#I think about Chip having his heart pulled out through his mouth daily#Sorry Chibo……#I wanted to have like spider legs come out from his mouth too bc of Captain Widow#I wanted it to be bit body horror-y and I think it kinda turned out!
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Do you think Vader keeps spare faces ?
[PRINT] - [COMMISSIONS]
A shower thought that got away from me...which to be fair is how you could describe a lot of my art-
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I should paint fleshy meat more often I had so much fun with it :))
#my notes for this drawing are : body horror but make it weirdly sexy#........... anyway#darth vader#anakin skywalker#star wars#star wars fanart#star wars original trilogy#sith lord#sci fi#body horror cw#cyborg#cw gore#kinda#fanart#digital painting#art#my art#digital art#illustration
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Jack got a redesign. He's a chef now.
#I drew him like twice before so nobody remembers probably#doesn't matter though#art.rar#digital art#mixed media#ink#demon#devil#monster#oc#oc jack#dark art#horror art#cw body horror#kinda I guess
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Just found out there was a game before Mouthwashing and it has Cury in it.
#gore#gore tw#body horror tw#mouthwashing#Mouthwashing curly#Captain curly#ok that’s kinda depressing#I like curly a lot#video games#how the fish is made#and it’s dlc#the last one and then another
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How much can you fit under your skin?
For @warning-heckboop's AU :3
#Haha get peeled idiot#fop#fairly oddparents#fop a new wish#fairly oddparents a new wish#fop dev#dev dimmadome#fop peri#art#digital art#fanart#candy gore#body horror#just a little#blood tw#fop gifted au#I spent like 2 whole days on this I cannot remember the last time I spent that long on a single drawing#Also sorry if the shading is ugly Im not used to doing smooth shading#art is so hard#His wings look a little scrungly because they're still like. Freshly hatched. still wet with mucus and whatever#Have you ever seen a butterfly fresh from the cocoon and their wings are all crumpled up?#so yeah their unevenness is intentional lol#I spent forever debating whether I wanted to put Peri there#but ultimately I thought it made the composition more interesting so I kept him#Also youll notice his wings are slightly different now I decided to redesign them to be a bit more galaxy like#its hard to see here but Ive changed the 3 dots to resemble planets in a row: Green for cosmo pink for Wanda and different pink for timmy#I think it came out a bit ugly in this but whatever Ive spend too long on this already#I wanted Devs wings to be reminiscent of gold. For some reason I really liked the idea of them curving inward too#Maybe to represent that hes selfcentered. Woagh it all points back to him Wough!!!!! anyway#Btw also sorry for no Nature AU content my motivation just kinda crashed. I have ideas still but getting around to drawing them is hard
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SpaceDancer's request for parasitic roses and Camille Alexander's request for unicorn fops created Angelique.
i now present my newest Charming Little Freak ✨
Angelique is one of those beings that isn't cleanly classified as a fae or a demon. he/it/whatever (roses are perfect plants and so it mostly goes by the pronouns common for the additional sex of his host body in human society because they couldn't care less) is a Rampant. a type of sapient parasitic rose that, over time, transforms the body of their host from a simple quadruped beast to bipedal humanoid (kinda) monster. every Rampant seems to mold themselves into unique forms, and designs often carry over if they somehow manage to get "uprooted" without dying and have to start over with a new flesh body. if Rampants stay rooted then they're borderline immortal even though their hosts are...dead? it's unclear. the Rampant certainly carries memories of what it was like being an animal and their flesh and blood is altered, but alive. the body keeps the score whether they like it or not. but the beast itself, its mind, dies quickly after a Rampant takes root. either from the trauma from becoming a Flowerbed or from the Rampant purposefully putting a thorn through its brain. whether fae or demon, Rampants take. they do not possess. they do not imprison.
Angelique currently lives in a small dying village, spending his time checking in on the aging population as a kind of town housemaid/caretaker and tending to his flower shop/apothecary. most people would say that having a creature like him around isn't a great idea, but this eldritch horror has basically been adopted by every lonely old person in town so good luck getting rid of him.
Fun Facts:
he loves nice soft clothes, meat (blood sausage is his favorite), and (in spite of his goth everything all the time) sunlight.
buzzing sounds make him flustered while prolonged exposure to cut grass smells and cold weather make him anxious.
he's an scary good climber and will forgo a door if he knows someone is on a higher floor of a building and he sees an open window.
always well hydrated. carries around a flask of water at all times and likes to sit outside naked when it rains.
he has many little leafy assistants which are also just him. he's like an octopus. the people in the community assign them all little names and give them unique decorations and he thinks it's really cute.
what is he getting out of staying in this village? none of your business.
he's currently in a weird situationship with 2 local gravekeepers from rival graveyards/religions and the recently widowed agnostic town doctor. everyone in this polycule hates everyone else but him. he's also friends with benefits with my character Brooke, who finds all of this hilarious and is eager to hear about the latest disaster every time he passes through town.
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The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases
#death note#misora naomi#beyond birthday#food#body horror#kinda.....?#sorry im still nisiopilled#draws
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