#mouth gore tw

[carapacecross]

one of my friends started joking to me today about ripping her teeth out with pliers, and i, The Challenger From Inscryption, just had to sit there like 😶

[heirbane]

I have it hidden deep within a longer hc post somewhere, but the fall of Agrius in Mor Dhona was what truly caused Gaius to begin living in his legatus armor, so to speak.

Prior to the push into Mor Dhona, seeing Gaius in his armor, helmet in his hands, was not uncommon. To appear in full regalia in the Palace was to be expected, but so was removing faceplates, an attempt at earnesty and honesty between peers and superiors.

(Solus rather liked being able to look a soldier in the eye when they displeased him. Words were not needed: the disgust in his golden eyes spoke for itself.)

Praetorium had left his gait uneven and his face marred by burn marks. The Agrius, however, had come incredulously close to disfiguring his features. Even the best of Garlean science and technology still had months worth of healing time involved.

The force of being so close to the blast had, essentially, crumpled his helm. When he stumbled off the broken husk of his ship, it was out of sheer adrenaline.

His helmet had to be cut off entirely. It fractured part of his orbital bone and jaw, the impact dislocating several teeth and chipping multiple others. Even as he began to heal with aid of metal wiring in his jaw, he would need a surgery or two to replace the lost teeth in his mouth.

He had failed before, aye - but none had been worn as obviously as this one. He could no longer look his superiors in the eye without them seeing his downfall. The swelling in his cheek and jaw took weeks to fully subside, speech slurring from the lack of teeth in one side.

Until his implants were placed and his tissue fully recovered, Gaius was not seen without his helmet, an act that truly turned man into monster. No longer could he look himself in the mirror and see himself: now he saw where he had gone wrong, again and again.

He could not allow a second mistake. He wouldn't.

[plainandgeneric]

IHNMAIMS radio drama gave us the most toxic yaoi lol

Always been vaguely aware of IHNMAIMS due to its massive influence in sci-fi horror but never really got to it. Came across eggonalegg's animatic on youtube (It's a very lovely animatic!) and it pushed me to finally delve into it. Thoughts below:

I think the radio drama and the original short story are very different (style and characterisation). I liked the radio version a lot more.

AM is such a unique take on an AI villain. I'm surprised that not many other AI villains share his motives. He's so envious of the human experience: the big things, the little things. You can hear the desperate yearning in his hysteria. I want to put him in a blender, rotate him in a microwave etc etc.

The original short story, on the other hand, is a sci-fi classic but it is also shock horror ⚠️ The story aims to be incredibly cruel, sick, and unpleasant - a hallmark of this genre. I won't personally recommend it, as aspects of its horror are very dated - just something to keep in mind.

Anyways, longform comic of THAT monologue from the radio drama coming - not soon but - sometimes!

[starryyskies]

BAD ENDING

yummy

PART ONE

[egg-on-a-legg]

finally after 9 weeks of on and off work. hate monologue animatic. collapses

heres some of my concept sketches for this version of am!

[circuscountdowns]

the only thing she could control

[paradiserottttt]

THE SWEAT AND BLOOD OF SOME UNLUCKY FUCK COAT KARUNA'S KNUCKLES. A glass of whiskey is nestled in their grasp— they down the majority of it in a succession of noisy gulps. It temporarily rids their mouth of its present busted lip flavoring. Another win (victory found her oh-so irresistible, after all), just at the cost of their gorgeous face. Still, they’re only grateful it hadn’t been an eye this time. 

A tug of Karuna’s sleeve sends them whirling around, fists lowering upon being met by a woman who could’ve only wound up here by mistake. She’d bet money that no one within 20 feet of her had ever read that many pages in their entire lives— even when their individual page counts are combined. “You should watch who you sneak up on in here, lady,” Karuna informs the woman with a huff. “You’ll find war here. Peace? Not so much.” Their eyes flicker momentarily to her book. “I would put that somewhere for safekeeping if I were you.” Karuna considers the amount of damage that could be done with a book that size and imagines she won’t be the first nor the last person with such an idea.

WHO: Juliana León & open WHERE: Underground fighting ring

Juliana hadn't realized just how big the city was. She was used to a small town where she could walk from one end to the other and still get back in time for dinner. This place, on the other hand, left her feeling like a deer in headlights. It didn't help that she was headed to a new place in the middle of the night, knowing exactly zero people who could guide her to the right place to go. No, surely that wasn't a recipe for disaster, right?

She was supposed to be headed to a book club meeting, but the poor girl had misread the address. Instead of showing up to a late-night lounge, she wound up stumbling her way through the dark and entering a world she had never seen before. Wide eyes examined the fighters as they moved around the ring, and her focus blurred with the loud screams of the audience. It took her several minutes to orient herself, but once she did, she managed to latch onto the person next to her and tug their sleeve gently. ❝Sorry, is this part of the book club? I know we're reading War and Peace, but I didn't think they'd take the title so literally.❞

[kelsh]

Ohh…. Save me white guy™ horror game protags that undergo unspeakable horrors for the plot only to be killed and reanimated as a former fragment of themselves,,,… save me,,,,,

[hivvernal]

You're going to give it your all, captain.

[thelostmoongazer]

[chirrups]

here is my au piece for 2024 @mcytblraufest! simple premise is that PET are infected but asymptomatic carriers of the zombie virus and find purpose in doing what uninfected people can't safely, delivering mail!

PLEASE for the love of god, check out the fic for this piece written by @theminecraftbee and betaed by @aistandardcherry. it's so well written and i will be rotating it in my mind for forever

[vanglaggle]

straight up "needing it" and by "it" let's just say . my painkillers

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[plainandgeneric]

WIP. Working on that IHNMAIMS radio monologue comic. It's taking forever but it's coming along somewhat nicely haha.

[yandere--stuck]

AaaaaAAA I was so happy to see you already had a gore fic for Bill in the works! I have reread it like. 5 times. Your writing scratches my gore itch perfectly, and I just adore fics the intestinal stuff especially <33 and his mentions of your heart also… the romance!! I was inspired by what you wrote, I hope you enjoy it once again :D! (also im doing great, hope ur doing well too :D!!) - zagreus gore anon

Notes for anyone else: This contains gore!! So much gore!! Body horror— It’s Bill’s love language!! (intestinal trauma, mouth trauma, eye trauma…. Honestly ‘you’ here are violated in like every way possible.) No sexual content, but it’s suggestive to me. Bill Cipher is a Weirdo.

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You never quite get used to the pain. You wish you did.

In your memories, the sensation is dulled. You know it was painful, you know it was one of the most horrible sensations of your life, but the full extent of it… You can’t remember. Your brain must be protecting you from it. Every act of Bill’s love would constitute life-long trauma for anyone else, yet you live through another session of it day by day. No. Scratch that. They wouldn’t be alive to recall it. They wouldn’t make it half as far as you. For you, no such easy, simple fate can ever be attainable. The weirdness of his new world has conquered Death itself.

Bill had cradled his intestines in your arms, laughing as they helplessly twitched and writhed against his body, cooing at them as you howled in pain. “Aww, are you excited to see papa?” He’d said, and only the strangeness of it had kept you from repressing it. He talked to your guts as if they were puppies, as if blood smeared across his bricks were innocent licks against his skin instead. Another time, he’d wrapped your guts around his triangular body, and called it the ‘world’s most intimate hug’ as he whispered sweet nothings about how much he looooves you, and also the health of your gut bacteria. Somehow, he always outdoes himself.

Bill had dug even deeper, crumbling your ribs to smithereens in his hands, and held your still-beating heart in his palms as an object of reverence. “All mine, all mine…” He’d muttered to himself, his pupil momentarily expanding to a large, inky abyss. The pain had been so intense that you’d slipped into shock. A bad habit of yours, as Bill called it, would be your tendency to slip into memories of the past to escape the present. When you should be focusing on him.

That time, he’d jolted you back to reality by fire-hot pain slashing through your heart. All the time, it continued pumping, spurting blood in Bill’s direction with every pump. His powers were the only thing keeping you alive. When, once, blood sprayed right into his eye and he was forced to take a break, you smiled for just a moment. A lopsided, crooked grin. He’d used a mirror to show you his handiwork. In the outer flesh of your heart, he’d burned a little triangle. He’d already healed the skin. The lighter pink scarring stood out against the rest of your heart. Marked forever. Though he’s usually so talkative, at that moment, he’d been quiet for just a few seconds.

Then, he’d laughed, breaking all tension. “Wow, it sure smells like barbecue in here!”

On another occasion, he had hummed a little tune to himself, comically large saw in hand, as he cut off your limbs one by one. You could never forget the sound as the teeth sawed through your bones, bit by bit. Tearing through muscle. The clunk of your arm hitting the floor. Your leg. Rinse and repeat. You swore you could still feel your arms and legs, once you lost enough blood and your vision went hazy. Bill had hugged you against his smaller form. (He could change his body’s size, technically. But he always preferred appearing just as he was to you.)

“Without all those gangly, long limbs of yours, we can really cuddle now!” The next day, all of your limbs had regrown.

He’d cradled your face with one hand, and kept your mouth open with his other wrist. You could see nothing except for that giant eye of his as he pried your teeth out of your mouth, one by one. The taste of blood filled your mouth. He’d tug and tug and tug, not nearly using enough strength, and being entirely aware of it, until finally yanking it out once and for all. (Until it regrew, that is.) Under your gaze, he took your teeth one by one, drilled a little hole in them and strung them together on a necklace.

“Hmmmm,” he’d hummed to himself, a long, drawn-out noise. “I feel like it’s missing something. What do you think?” Before you could answer, not that you had any desire to, he snapped his fingers. “Oh! I know! For a sign of our undying love for each other, it’s a little plain with just teeth!”

In the next moment, Bill had taken out one of your eyes. You cannot comprehend how such a, relatively, small part of your face could hurt so unimaginably much. You wanted him to drape his guts all over himself again. You’re sure a point-blank gunshot to the head would’ve hurt less. Been less discomforting. His fingers had shrunk into paper-thin appendages and slipped past your eyeball, digging and cutting away at the nerves behind it. You cried tears of blood. If there was anything in your stomach, you might have thrown up.

Then, all at once, pain had blossomed into pure, mind-numbing pleasure. Compared to the pain, this is what you would like to forget the most. You’d gurgled out a moan through the spit gathered at the back of your throat. Your limbs had twitched helplessly against your restraints. When your optic nerve finally snapped, you’d whined as Bill took your eye out, exclaiming “Pop!” as he did so. For just a moment, he’d juggled your detached eyeballs in his hands, having left you panting.

“Yes, now this’ll make a good centerpiece!”

Pain had become just pain once again as soon as his touch left you. There is nothing good about a gaping, throbbing hole left in your face. You whine, sniffle softly, to get his attention. You hardly ever speak out loud anymore. Bill can read your every thought and is aware of your every idea. When speaking takes up more energy than it saves, why should you? In that moment, you had lacked the energy to think about it, your body desperately trying to recover itself.

Right now, you wonder why he’d make it feel good. Why, this one time. You don’t immediately get a response. Bill just laughs and laughs and laughs, running his fingers across the teeth of his necklace, poking the eyeball in the very middle. In your eye-socket, an exact replica of it has re-formed itself.

“You’re so funny! Why do you think I did anything at all? That was all you, baby!” His pupil transforms into a heart. It’s a blink-or-you-miss it transformation, and as soon as it happened, you think you’ve made it up. “I told you that you’d come around to it! Maybe we can even share in a little bit of pain next time, huh?”

You haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since, both his words and how mind-numbingly good it had felt. Maybe he’d simply lied to you, maybe it’d all been his doing. That would be the best outcome, right?… With time, you know Bill will ‘show you his love’ again— He always does. But this time, you await it with fear, largely fear, but with a little anticipation, too. There’s no need to tell him. He already knows.

ANON I AM BARKING LIKE A DOG!!!!!!!! BARKBARKBARKBARK THIS IS AMAZING!!!!! God, your descriptive voice is so good, it's so vivid!!!! Bill tricking reader into thinking they like it and them believing it...... Yummy yummy corruption in my tummy <3

Thank you so much for this, I can only hope what I write holds a candle to this!!! You never disappoint raaghh.

Bill draping your guts around as the world's most intimate hug. GOD. Also it's so fashionable! Gut scarf, teeth and eyeball necklace, literally wearing pants of your body to shoe his love and claim of you. Aaaa I'm kicking my feet!!

Thank you so much again holy smokes

[hannahdra-ws]

you think you've got problems?

[ohno-the-sun]

Screw it posting this without context

Based on an au of an au of the GITM cast as various mythological creatures

Not sure who to tag on this cause like a bunch of people made it

I guess @venomous-qwille for the original and @chknbzkt for introducing me to it and having a bunch of art for it