#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.

[lemon69lol]

Oh boy! The crews all here and absolutely nothing bad will ever happen to them!

Don’t look under the cut

Oh no

The crew

It’s fucked up

[niechys]

I need you all to know that I think about this post a lot. from this au by @keferon

*Pardon my anime boy First Aid I can't.

I need this to be a movie an anime or something I can't

I just winged most of the details cuz I don't understand how to draw mechs TTvTT

I also winged the Quintesson bc I have no idea how they suppose to look like. Only that I saw others draw them with green blood.

At this point maybe First Aid is a lot more comfortable in Vortex now

[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!

[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

[starryyskies]

BAD ENDING

yummy

PART ONE

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A digital illustration of Curly from Mouthwashing with a very small Jimmy in his mouth replacing his tongue with a bright sunset background. The left side of Curly's head is wrapped in bandages, and the exposed sections between are burned. He looks off to the side, tired, and holds his mouth wide open, pouring blood down his throat with Jimmy crouching in his mouth, also covered in blood, and staring at the viewer. The entire image is lit in orange, save for Curly's blue irises and Jimmy being highlighted in green. end ID]

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louse.

[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!

[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]

[vanglaggle]

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

alt ↓

[strawberryspuffy]

POLLE SAYS...

[plainandgeneric]

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