#tooth gore

[fluffyposting]

Just had two teeth pulled and I gotta say. Gi-hun was insane for getting a tooth pulled (I’m assuming) without novacaine.

[undead-nothosaur]

Blasphemous Rumours by Depeche Mode is everything to me

little dnd comic, this song specifically always felt like how my character feels some of his resentment towards the gods because of how our team leader's life has been unfair

[jaws-and-canines]

Broken Teeth, #1

A Count The Days story. Comes after Respite. Contains brief mentions of tooth gore, brief non-con implication. --- The coridoor stinks of rubbing alcohol and bleach at the tail-end of the night shift. Iverson rubs the grit from his eyes and picks up the keys from his key-chain, turning on the lights in the cell as he unlocks it.

Haskell is asleep, almost exactly where Iverson left him, crumpled up like a discarded piece of paper. Iverson sets the leather roll-up down on the floor, the tools shining in the fluorescents, and beside them, a first-aid kit, a paper cup with two white pills in it on top. 

Iverson smiles, the dimple in his cheek showing, as it always does when he is genuinely happy. “Good morning,” he coos.

Haskell stirs. He opens his eyes slowly, peeling them apart. Blood and tears and God-only-knows what else is tracked down his cheeks. He feels like death. Lying on a plastic mattress on the floor, utterly naked save for the carpet of bruises and cuts and scrapes that layer over his skin like a half-finished oil painting. His shoulder burns like hell, slipped out of its socket and then not-so-gently put back in by someone he doesn’t remember. He puts a hand over his face for a moment, wondering if he can just ignore the noise and go back to sleep. 

“Hello there, little one,” says Iverson again, stooping down to look at Haskell.

Haskell groans. He can’t ignore the noise. The pain smothers any hope of that. “Jesus Christ,” he mumbles, a sort of prayer of frustration. It turns into weeping with the sheer agony he’s languishing in, the knowledge that his exposed and bruised body is revolting against what it has been put through.

He tries to drag himself off of the stained mattress he’s lying on, only to find that almost every inch of him is cut and bruised, and the motion of dragging reopens cuts and snags bruises. He reaches out for his boxer shorts, crumpled on the floor a little way out of his reach, and then collapses onto the floor, halfway off the mattress. “Fuck,” he groans, but it comes out more like two indistinct syllables.

“I wouldn’t do that, darling,” says Iverson. Haskell tries to look about, to see where he’s standing but can barely see through swollen eyelids. Iverson puts a hand on Haskell’s head and pushes him back down. “You’ll only hurt yourself more.”

Haskell tries again, reaching out towards his clothes again, and there’s a sharp crack from his shoulder as it slips out again. He barely reacts, just sets his head on the floor with a whimper drawn from the depths of his chest.

“I told you, hm?” says Iverson.

Haskell whines again. “Help,” he tries to say. “Help me,” he sobs with a mouthful of blood. He’s met with a leather glove under the chin, a thumb trailed along his bottom lip. Haskell hears Iverson kneel down and reaches out with trembling hands to grab onto Iverson, clenching fists in the cool fabric of his coat, burying his head in Iverson’s chest. 

“Oh, my darling,” Iverson mutters, running a gloved hand through Haskell’s hair. Haskell sighs contentedly as he cards his hand through his hair, teasing out the mats and knots, then immediately feels his stomach drop as he realises he is leaning in to Iverson’s touch, like a cat to its owner.  He pushes Iverson away from him with a start, looking at Iverson with a look of irritation. “Eugh,” he exclaims. Iverson just raises an eyebrow at him.

“Cover yourself up, come on,” says Iverson, and picks the crumpled trousers and boxer shorts from the floor, handing them to Haskell. 

Haskell grasps them with broken fingers, pulling them tentatively over his flayed feet and up over bruised hips. “I’m… not getting up,” he says, and swallows a mouthful of blood. “I can’t. You fucking… put me through the ringer.”

“I’m not expecting you to. Sit up properly,” says Iverson. Haskell feels around tentatively, trying to find a way that doesn’t hurt to sit up. Iverson tuts, impatient. He puts his hands under Haskell’s arms to pull him up to a sitting position. 

Haskell hisses through his teeth, but eventually finds his balance, leaning against the wall. Iverson watches him for a moment, as he pinches the top of his nose, trying to smooth out a headache from sinuses full of blood. He holds up the paper cup. “These should help.”

Haskell looks at the cup. “What are those?”

“Painkillers. You can trust me, or you can not have any. That’s up to you.”

“If you… if you fucking… dare,” he begins, leaving the sentence unfinished. If you dare drug me with an aphrodisiac. He swallows sharply.  “I will knock myself out… against this floor, right here and now and you can deal with the paperwork.”

“It’s coedine. Like I said, trust me, or not.”

Haskell swallows the bloody spit in his mouth with an irritated sigh. “Fine.”

Iverson stoops down, rattling the paper cup. “Tongue out,” he says. Haskell opens his mouth tentatively, and puts his tongue out, feeling it catch against broken teeth where it’s already torn open. Iverson empties the two pills onto his tongue and then picks up the metal bowl from beneath the tap, filling it with a little water. He holds it up to Haskell's lips and lets him drink.

Haskell swallows sharply. “Gone,” he croaks, opening his mouth again so Iverson can see.

Iverson sets the metal bowl down back where he found it. “Good.”

“It better fucking be coedine.”

Iverson tuts. “Relax. I want you to be lucid. There’s someone asking after you and I want you talk to them.”

“I don’t… I can’t do that. My… mouth hurts,” Haskell scowls at him, slurring his words and drooling bloody spit as he tries to form the syllables around the swollen mess in his mouth. “This is your fault.”

“Then those broken teeth need to come out,” Iverson says- and he smiles.

[gbhbl]

Tooth Gore will release his explosive sophomore album, 'For Losers, By Losers', on Friday 6th June. In this interview we talk all things horror with the artist.

[allaboutherock2011]

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[punkrockmixtapes]

Tooth Gore - Ghoul

[mj-iza-writer]

It sucked getting a tooth pulled out with pain management. The sounds, the pressure, everything going on inside of your mouth and the room. Healing it after. The stitches. To think I will have to do it again for my wisdom teeth. Tooth whump is definitely for real.

I love a good teeth extraction scene during torture. Pulling each tooth out while a whumpee cries or tries to bear it. The whumpee licking their gums after realising that the tooth had been pulled out from the root. A messy extraction without pain killers. Bits of calcium still left inside the gum. It's throbbing, it's painful. Blood from each extraction.

Eventually the whumpee just cries for it to be all over. That they can't take any more of this. That this is their limit.

I love it so much.

[tea-the-not-understanding]

I was wondering, like

Nautila, what whould she be in Dandy Wasteland au from @fizzyboy?

MINOR GORE WARNING ---

Have you seen her? She's like death in the game idea I had. While in the Dandy's Wasteland au, there are phases.

She would not survived through phase 2 at all, not even halfway and with her lack or survival instinct and seeing herself as below then everybody, she would've just accepted her death immediately. Even while being like this, all she wish was death due to how much pain she's suffering at the moment.

Not only that but I bet that she would get mauled easily by many creatures in this Wasteland.

[sluckythewizard]

YOU JUST HƎARD IT FROM [HIS MOUTH] FOR SURƎ!!!

[sweettoothvn]

🍡

[calypsosystem]

CW gore talk

it's so funny sometimes when people write heart's eyes being stabbed and there's just blood. like bro , eyes are organs, there would be entrails, there's a nerve connecting the eyes to the brain called and optic nerve and that shit is noodley, the actual eyeballs themselves. they're mostly made up of clear liquid and like a fucked up water balloon... imagine what would happen if you would puncture it. (they're pretty squishy if you touch them try it)

like I get it's not supposed to be real but comeeee onn :[ go harder or go home, it's like your liver being sent to the shadow realm, you aren't going to be the same. eyes are sensitive to damage and if they're stabbed, nothing's going to remain, let alone be enough to even partially see.

if you're gonna have a gruesome moment then go all in or don't. you can't have your cake and eat it too,

please try to learn how to write disabled characterrsssss it's good as writers to think about how a character's quality of life is impacted by their disabilities. not every character will be comfortable to write, and that's okay, the important thing is trying to understand and learn.

[operation-cursed-sweet-tooth]

Part 2 collab with

@sunburnt-pengin

@rynandstuff

@geszti12

Cameos

@toonirl

@photographyace

Tysm for the patience and assistance for this part ^^ it’s been fun to work on it ✨ hopefully from here I’m able to keep up more “consistent“ updates if I don’t burn out too often

Will note from here on I’ll be posting YouTube links for the music!!

⚠️BLOOD AND GORE WARNING!!⚠️

Rookie? Are you alright? You look awful… no offense-

Sheesh- you wake up on the wrong side of the bed today, buddy?

*groan*

I haven’t slept at all…. Like… for 2 whole days I think…? I’ve lost track of time again…. And I have a really bad tummy ache….

Has it even been 2 days….? Or has it been 3…..

Have… either of you seen where Ma is….? I didn’t see her in her office…. I wanted to ask her something….

I’m afraid I haven’t quite yet myself, Rookie… what is it you wished to ask? Cause do note you were called into HQ today so it’s not likely you’ll be let off now that’s you’re already here… if that’s what you’re planning to do-

I- …. Ugh… ok I get it- I’ll just…. be in the lobby then…. Just please don’t send me out today…. Please…. I’m really nauseous….

No promises Rookie… you know I can’t take your word for that after having used that excuse many times already….

Oversleeping or under sleeping won’t be taken for excuse either that’s your own fault

I lost my EPF phone… I only knew I was called in because it was sent to my regular phone too…

*sigh* I’ll look into that later- I asked you to quit losing those so often- they’re not exactly cheap to replace

I know… I’m sorry, G- *sniff* I’ll… be in the lobby…

Ugh… everything’s spinning again…. I need to just go home….

Don’t ya think that was a little harsh of ya, G?? I mean he looked pretty sick to me-

I’m not risking another dumb prank from him today…. I’m already not in the best of moods…. Im anxious…. I feel like something will go wrong again this week I’m not taking chances-

Ugh you’re worrying way too much…. Just try to relax a little will ya, old man?

I’m not old…. I’ll try to calm down but I just… can’t do that right now….

Whatever ya say✨ I’ll be back in my studio working on my next costume, don’t stress yourself a bald spot while I’m gone *snicker*

Ugh… she’s just too optimistic about things…. She needs to try and be more serious about this-

Excuse me sir…. Urgent….

Hmm? Oh, Byte- what’s the issue?

No time to go into detail…. Case folder came in….

Case… folder…?

We can discuss later if you’re able to, sir- I must get back to my work….

W-what do you mean case folder-?? Byte-!

As if I couldn’t get more stressed…. What’s… this even about this time….? Please just be a missing jacket or something….

Well…. ‘Disappearing Act’ doesn’t sound too bad…. Maybe my guess is onto something?

What’s with this note… I don’t have to take something this silly to another room… what’s so bad about this that requires me to do so-

GHA-?!

Oh god-!! Holy shit…

No…no no… this… I-I’m just seeing things again… this has to be a joke right-???

*nervous laugh* yeah that’s it- this just a sick… twisted joke-

Gary? Is everything alright, dear?

YES-! *clears throat* y-yes ma’am everything is perfectly fine!

Wait…

Arctic-! I-I thought you were still busy-

I’m taking a small break from that… needed to get something to drink-

What do you have there, dear?

J-just the paper! Nothing to worry about ma’am- I promise-

Oh? Just the paper? Then let me see it if it’s one of my papers-

Shit… no no- it’s ok! It’s uh… one of Sam’s papers-

Gary….

Move… you’re testing my patience….

What’ve you been hiding from m-

Well that’s a new one- what’s dat alarm mean?

Nothing good….

A red alert…? Oh dear…. What could probably have happened this time- it’s not Herbert again right??

H-huh?! What’s a red alert mean-? What even happened!

I’m not sure but I don’t think we’ll have to wait long to figure it out…

*groan* oh cmon…. No noise please…. My headache…. Oh this is gonna make me even more sick….

Head spinning again….

Oh my- c-calm down everyone! It’ll be ok- please don’t go into a panic, mates- please-

Gulp no-! Don’t you even think about taking a bite out of the door!

Flare, it’s ok- just try to ignore it ok buddy? I know it hurts your little ears…

GHA! Blast no!! Stop that now-!

Oh cmon… I just got started…. Did G have a panic attack or something?

Whatwasthat?!?!

Red alert! All top agents report to the lobby this instant! Not a drill!

!!GORE WARNING!!

[punkrockmixtapes]

Tooth Gore - I Want Your Skin

[croszukis]

nick & his chipped tooth (that lasted less than 24 hours)