#mouth horror tw

[creature-of-pizza]

practicing weird expressions with the forg

[fox-guardian]

[ID: Traditional ink drawings of busts of Kevin from Welcome to Night Vale. The lines are solid red, and that red is the darkest color. He is a white man with solid dark eyes, short green hair with bangs, and his mouth is sliced open into a permanent smile. His cheeks are open, and all of his teeth are visible, including the gums behind them. His lips are pulled back to show his gums clearly. He has two sets of long scars on his shoulders, and is wearing small stud earrings. He is wearing no visible clothes.

The first image shows him smiling with his eyebrows angled upwards and his eyes half-lidded. The second image shows him from two angles with his mouth opened extremely wide, letting his very long tongue hang out. It extends past his chin. The first angle is a three-quarters view, and the second is in profile. end ID]

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some kevins i have on hand rn. this is more of a year 3 look and digitally his hair wouldn't be that vibrant, but alas. highlighters. still not sure if I'm gonna keep that smile design, but we shall see.

anyway I'm normal about him <3

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

Ended up keeping it simple~

[treeanglecrack]

YESS HOLD THE TRIANGLE

I NOW PLACE TRIANGLE DOWN AND GIVE COOKIE

[cantdanceflynn]

Sweet tooth~

[monstrousmenagerie]

SPECIMEN #18

The Basement Monster from The Terminix Commercials

[sparky-is-spiders]

Amaldyne in the final days before her death and ascension as a Revenant. She’s doing great. Don’t worry about it.

[fvaleraye]

Terrible Shifting Creature That You Swear Gets Worse Every Time You See it. It Will Not Leave.

(also not tagging bc we're bad at tagging people. however if anyone who sees this is interested they should do it- it's fun)

Let’s make a cast of Villains!

All you need to do is this picrew, and tag some people.

Here’s mine. An evil AI version of me.

Tags: @godofautism @dinosaurguts @mayhem-moth and anyone else who wants to join.

[unspcken]

[Propo] If you could say anything to one specific individual who sides with The Capitol, what would you tell them?

Eyes lower and a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. One of irony and cynical amusement. Flares of the past hurried before her eyes. How she had looked the new President in the eyes after the hopes for a new Panem had been taken from her when his politics turned out to be more cruel and strict than his predecessor's. They didn't differ much in age and that had made her foolishly unafraid; staring at those cold blues with all the disdain she could muster. Thinking the title of beloved victor gave her some sort of privilege away from pending disaster, but she had ran her mouth to the wrong person. The next image that came to mind was similar; not much later - only without a tongue. She couldn't give in. She wouldn't let him win and that was exactly what she showed him in a short moment where their eyes met and her glare was as cold as his name. The years after that she had managed to smile more. Appear kind and harmless. More desirable tributes became victors and she naturally ebbed away to the background. But she didn't forget. She never forgot.

In hindsight she could smile about it. Mischievously. Because she figured this man thought that he would win if he silenced a girl with a big mouth. Now there was an entire army with her, sharing her thoughts and voicing them for her. It was her heart and pride, knowing that Panem had a chance at a better future. Knowing that she might live long enough to see it.

Her gaze found the camera again. "I have been without a voice for as long as most can remember." Mags raised the little machine so the camera could see where the monotone sound that was supposedly her voice came from. "There are not many people alive who remember me verbal. President Snow does - but did not like what I had to say. Those who are in doubt, or those who are mere echoes; I strongly encourage you to not throw away your voice. It has meaning. It needs to be heard. It will haunt you if you remain silent or speak the words of another. It is not too late to redeem yourself." she paused, tugging the device away in the pocket of her trousers.

"President Snow-" Her chin raised just a tiny bit as she addressed him. "I am afraid a storm is coming. And not the cold kind. You and your friends should batten down the hatches, because when it hits you're going to wonder how you thought it was alright to take and twist and turn everything to your own benefit. How you managed to live largely and leave so little for the rest of us is still beyond me. But we're coming on our crusade to spread the truth like wildfire. It will catch and for you there is no redemption."

[gyro-draws-stuff]

You thought it was your friends, until you turned on the light.

[creature-of-pizza]

COME OVER HERE NOW

[pluto-glow]

Idr if I’ve talked about her here yet but this is another one of my tma ocs, she’s an avatar of the End and kinda a zombie?

[plainandgeneric]

The IHNMAIMS radio drama monologue comic is finally done after - checks calendar - FOUR MONTHS? If you spot any style inconsistencies, that's why haha.

Anyways, I love a good disembodied, analogue cluster, cable mismanagement horror AM :)

[dovewingkinnie]

sew the mouth of your zombie wife shut, now she can't bite you

[artsy-imogen]

✩ my take on a human Scarab design :D plus a sneak peak of Prismo ^^!✨✨ I like the idea of Scarab having slicked back hair to fit his business style more 😄⭐️✨

[bananafire11]

Tw buggy bugs

Centipede got your tongue?

Plus a doodle