#tooth horror

[reachartwork]

TOOTH MACHINE 8.0

mastication machine, extraction machine

cavitation machine, salivation machine

[stagelightwhump]

Thinking about the horror of having one's body changed against your will, and not knowing why or what you're being changed into.

Perhaps you'll be injected with padding, or heating elements, to be kept and snuggled against your will.

Perhaps you'll get your teeth sharpened, your nails replaced with claws, and forced to fight against others until you're a bleeding, broken mess.

Perhaps you'll be turned into somebody else's favorite character, redesigned, from the ground up, demoted from real person to flanderized replica.

Perhaps your limbs will be torn from you, replaced with cold, unfeeling metal, to make you taller, or shorter, or buffer, or perhaps, just maybe, to make you quadrupedal.

Perhaps you'll have your organs replaced with mechanical pumps and reactors.

Perhaps even your eyes and ears will be mechanized.

One thing is for certain, however.

You'll never be the same again.

[brightgoat]

quine's paradox

LORE UNDERNEATH CUT

When Cinna R. Addison got captured by Scroll, she managed to escape, but not without losing her arm and landing a nice big bite on him. Through that bite, she happened to consume a bit of his blood, and his cannibalistic code, which gave her a taste for... cannibalism.

She ran away to the Deep Web, and slowly gave in to the appetite. Becoming enraged at the City and manic with her new 'strength', she started her own business: The Rainbow Buffet and took on the persona of 'The Waitress'.

She had her own distinct cooking style, focusing on more raw foods and theatric preparation, which resulted in her feeling an effect of cannibalism that Scrollon doesn't get to as much: Code mutation.

... Which for the most part works in her favour, she is much stronger than a regular Addi, but is of course a dangerous practice and made her grow... much more teeth than she needs

[bunnieswithknives]

You know how reckless magic use causes mutations..? Anyway here's monster David.

[littlehornedoak]

so it's been a week lol

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[cyberneticlagomorph]

In all your life, very few people have ever seen you angry. 

They've seen you hurt, scared, annoyed and upset but never ever angry.

Until now. 

Standing hurts, breathing hurts, but that's fine.

You can handle hurt, you've handled it all your fucking life and today won't be any different.

"What do you think you're doing?" Says the hole where your hearts should be.

You stumble to the bathroom, leaning on your IV pole for support as you do. Null is there in an instant, holding you steady.

"That pole isn't going to do much for you, my dear. Let me help."

You smile at them, your wound shrieks.

"Get. Away. From. Me." Your open chest hisses dangerously, each word punctuated by a spray of ink.

"Shut up." Your tone is... alien to say the least, devoid of love or light. Even Null stiffens, eyes flickering between curiosity and discomfort.

But it seems like your smile is enough to assure them the harsh words are directed at the mouth, "Pay it no mind, old friend. I think it's afraid of me! Ha! What a silly thing to be. I'm perfectly harmless."

You practically throw yourself at the bathroom sink, gripping the porcelain hard enough to leave deep scratches in it. Your reflection in the bathroom mirror stares back at you with eyes full of a deep cold rage that seeps into your own bones and makes you grit your teeth.

You look disgusting.

Eyes bruised and blackened, face crusted with tear-salt and dried snot. Your hair is a mess, your lips are dry and cracked, ink has settled beneath your fingernails and made them filthy.

Your chest looks worse though.

A vertical slit full of pulsating meat, ringed with human teeth that wiggle and squirm with all the dexterity of fingers. Beyond the initial stab wound is Nothing, a warm wet void right above your hearts.

It looks like a nightmare rendition of a vag, and under normal circumstances that might be funny but after all the hell this thing has put you through you just want it GONE.

You retch, bringing up a pile of soggy paper balls that scuttle helplessly in the slippery sink. The wound laughs and laughs and laughs.

You grab one ragged edge and dig your nails into it.

It hurts.

And that's OK.

The wound screams, trying to bite you but you grab the other side and force it open. Ink and blood and worse forces its way up your throat and out of the hole. You cling to your own meat and struggle to stay upright.

"What do you think you're doing Jack? You're just hurting yourself, you're just making everyone worry. But you like that, don't you you little attention whore?" The mouth's words sound distorted and desperate as it struggles to speak around your probing fingers.

Don't acknowledge it, don't give it anymore ammunition.

"Even if you shut me up, I'll always be apart of you, some dark and slimy part of your missing soul that you hate."

You shove your hands in, both of them at once. "There's a lot about me that I hate so please get in line."

The mouth snaps shut around your wrists, teeth sinking through flesh until they meet metal. You bite your tongue to keep from crying out, tears rolling fresh down your cheeks.

Be angry, be sad, be upset, it's ok but don't just sit there and let that THING speak for you.

Not now not ever.

Crunch!

Teeth meet metal.

Crack!

Metal meet teeth.

Teeth break, blood floods the maw your hands are trapped in. Thick and slick, you pull your hands free.

Mangled, trailing broken bits and wires.

But free.

The hole hisses in rage, spitting bloody broken teeth like bullets and curses.

"You HURT me! You hurt YOURSELF you FREAK!!"

"Yeah, I do that a lot." You chuckle, slightly manic. The voice sounds... quieter now?

Weaker?

It starts to say something else but you grab a dangling tooth and pull it out.

The wound screams and screams but softer than before.

You drop the tooth in the sink, the expression on your face is wrong and strange but that's OK.

"You break everything you touch like some kind of badly behaved CHILD... that's all you are aren't you? Just some overgrown fucking child running from one replacement mommy to another like the next one is going to fix you." The hole is writhing less now, the squirming movements of its teeth seem labored almost like they hurt to do. "Nothing can fix you."

"Well... you're right about one thing." You meet eyes with Null, your Nothing, as deep and endless and beautiful as the crushing void of space. The horrible creature that smells like Home in the Worst Way. "Nothing CAN fix me."

[wilsonthemoose]

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Hi!

1. Childhood friend pushed me off the foot end of a bed once (over the rail) and because I have the survival instinct of a dodo or other similarly long extinct creature, I landed tooth first. Guess who has a chipped front tooth?

2. Have had numerous ghostly experiences. The house my family lived in for a few years was severely haunted, pretty much every family member had an encounter there, as did some guests.

My most memorable one was at my Dad's current place though, it was a grey figure, standing completely still opposite my room for a good few seconds, then it was gone. Thankfully, Dad was with me helping assemble an Ikea chair so I wasn't as scared as I might've been.

3. A barking deer licked my hand once.

[muddlemore]

He is so fine

[reachartwork]

TOOTH MACHINE VERSION 7.0:

"MASTICATION MACHINE", "EXTRACTION MACHINE" "CAVITATION MACHINE", "SALIVATION MACHINE"

[vivianwrite]

Excerpt from The Claws of the Ounce (Chapter 12)

As Ash looked through the inner pockets of her bag, she found two things she’d forgotten she still had: the arcade machine keychain from Emma and the little plastic bag holding her old teeth. She picked them up to look at them.

In one hand she held a reminder of her old life, black screen staring up at her. In the other she held the reminders of how that life had cast itself away, still faintly bloodstained at the roots.

She considered throwing both of them out. But she felt that the keychain had cost too much to just toss away, and she didn’t know how she’d go about properly disposing of the teeth. So she should keep them, at least for now.

She definitely didn’t want to keep the keychain out of nostalgia.

She definitely didn’t want to keep the teeth as a reminder of what she had once looked like.

[carrionhand]

@szlachtas

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Tooth Fairy by Ana Gomes

This artist on Instagram

[welcome-to-alice-in-helll]

[st-just]

The reason I can tell that on some bone-deep and fundamental level I am temperamentally a liberal is that, like -

Even if all the wonky neo-trad arguments about the declining marriage rate and the collapse in church attendance/thick inherited community obligations and etc etc were entirely correct on the object level and (to the first approximation) everyone really would be happier and more fulfilled if we ended no-fault divorce and brought back shotgun weddings and arranged marriages -

My incredibly powerful visceral reaction is no, not worth it. The dissolution of all unchosen bonds is a terminal value to be pursued for its own sake. You are a citizen of a the world and a cousin to every living soul, all else is (should be) as fleeting and contingent as your passions and whims. Concessions to reality on this are purely temporary and pragmatic.

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

I hesitate to say pro-lifers have been dropping the ball on this, per se, but it seems to me we could be highlighting the grossly inappropriate hospital miscarriage care (or lack thereof) that has resulted from a pro-abortion culture, and the concerted effort within the medical profession to turn victims of miscarriage into Schroedinger's Baby. "It's only worth grieving over if the mother is grieving, so don't act like grief is the default reaction." Meanwhile, the quietly grieving mother is treated by hospital staff like her highly medicalized miscarriage is a routine procedure, nothing is wrong, no one has died, and she's not a mother.

[yellowrabbitfurry]

Yayayaay I’m finally done!! Thank you guys for being so supportive, and giving me the motivation to actually finish something!!

So without further ado, my first fanfic on tumblr!

Nest —————————————————————————

Nightmare tossed around in his bed, groaning and growling. He hadn’t been feeling himself that day, so he had stayed in bed. 

But he was restless. 

Nothing was comfortable, and he could barely even think. 

He didn’t know what was wrong with him; this had never happened before. 

Not this intensely.. not this bothersome. 

Though, he had a pretty good idea of what it was.

He had pushed down his instincts for so long, and now it was coming back to bite him. 

The only person he could think of that would be able to help was Dream- the only other person he knew who had such instincts as his own.

His brother.. for just a second, Nightmare considered going to him for help. 

But no. 

He wouldn’t stoop so low as to go to him. 

He was a strong, powerful king of negativity- he was practically a god! 

He’d just deal with this on his own.

He laid restless for quite a while, before giving up completely on “toughing it out”. 

He couldn’t stay like that any longer. 

There was only one person who knew what was wrong, and that was himself, right? 

He just had to let his instincts take over.

He laid there for another moment, trying to let himself give up control. It was hard; he liked control. 

But he’d rather be a backseat driver than deal with the unbearable discomfort in his bones.

He just needed to give into to his urges- he’d suppressed them for so long, he’d forgotten what they even were. 

No sooner than he let his natural instincts back back into his mind, he felt the need to get up and make a nest. 

He’d had the urge before, and he had plenty of bedding to use as materials too. 

But he’d never actually done it. 

It always seemed childish to him, especially when he already had such a big and lavish bed. 

But he wasn’t going to question himself, not now. 

He was just going to do. 

So, he got right up and began the destruction of his bed. 

He ripped off every single blanket and pillow, throwing them to the floor in one big pile- afterwards starting off to his closet on a mission to gather more. 

He had an abundance of blankets and pillows in there as well, considering how frequently he needed to change his bedding in the summer. 

He dragged them all out and almost started construction on top of the bed, before deciding that it was just too tall, and his room was far too open. 

So back to the closet he went. It wasn’t a huge walk-in closet by any means, but it was still rather sizable. 

The perfect size for a makeshift den.. that perfect place to build his nest. 

He constructed the pillows in a large nest shape, before covering them with blankets and bulking it out. He packed them in, rolled them up, tucked them around the pillows. 

And then he threw one or two over the nest for good measure- to cover up with. 

After he was done, he practically collapsed into the nest of bedding, curling up and getting comfortable. 

In the dark of his closet, and the coziness of the nest, he was definitely much more comfortable. He thought maybe he could finally sleep…

But no. 

Something was still wrong, and the king was still without rest. 

The nest felt empty.. far too empty to sleep in. 

He needed something to fill it with. 

And so, going with the theme of the day, he didn’t stop to think about it. 

He just got up from the nest and left his room, going off to wander the halls of the mansion in search of what he needed. 

He stalked the halls for a short while, before halting his tracks as he heard the faint sound of voices. 

It came from the kitchen- but he was sure the boys were out right now. Who was here? 

Well, there was only one way to find out. 

He made his way to the kitchen, silent as a shadow as he peered into the room. It was Cross and Error, who were supposed to be on a grocery run. 

Maybe they’d gotten back early? Maybe he’d just been in his room for that long? It didn’t matter all too much, Nightmare decided. 

As he gazed in their direction, watching them chat and snack on their chocolate, something clicked in the king’s mind. 

This was what he needed, cuddle buddies. 

That’s why his nest felt so empty. 

And they were only talking, too- he was sure they wouldn’t mind a change in location. 

He crept closer, the two smaller skeletons oblivious to his approach as he made his way. 

He remained completely unnoticed, until he was right behind Cross, one hand rested on his shoulder. 

The poor knight jumped in surprise, causing Error to jump as well. 

There was a quiet, tense moment where the two just looked up at Nightmare. 

They looked anxious, and Nightmare knew they both thought they were in trouble. 

He didn’t like that, despite his usual love of others negative emotions. He didn’t want them to be nervous- he didn’t know why. 

After a while of standing there, Cross spoke up in a small voice. 

He was so quiet, Nightmare would’ve thought he went back to when the knight first got here. 

He was so shy back then..

“B- boss..? Is everything alright..? I- I thought you were sleeping-..” he stuttered, but was quickly silenced as the king grabbed him up by his armpits, and pulled him close to his body. 

He had one hand on Cross’ ass, and one on his back as he held him like one would a small child. 

The poor knight just stuttered and blushed, unable to process what was happening. 

Error also looked surprised, but before he could question Nightmare’s actions he was grabbed up by a tentacle and pulled close as well. 

He was place over the goopy king’s shoulder, held gently in place by a tentacle. 

And with nothing of importance left in the kitchen, Nightmare started back to his room. 

The two tried to talk to him a few times, but they got no response outside of a hum, or “everything’s fine”. 

On the way they also bumped into Killer, who Nightmare could recall was left home from the mission (to his disappointment) in case Nightmare needed something. 

He stared at the scene before him in confusion, before grinning at the three. 

“Well damn, boss, if you were that needy you coulda come to me~!” he teased, laughing at his own crude sense of humor. 

Nightmare just stared blankly at him for a few moments, before suddenly shooting a tentacle forward and snatching him up as well. 

Killer yelped in surprise, completely caught off guard by Nightmare. 

He got a bit huffy about it, but his questions were also left unanswered, with Cross attempting to soothe his concerns with a soft “just calm down.. boss wouldn’t hurt us..” as Killer was begrudgingly dragged behind them. 

Once they arrived at Nightmare’s room, they were quite surprised to see his bed as bare as it was. 

No pillows, no blankets- just the sheets. 

Of course, the king didn’t give them a chance to question it, and just took them straight to his little “den”. 

He placed them all into the nest, so gentle with them you’d assume they were made of glass. 

He liked the look of them three in there, a mixture of fondness and amusement at the sight of their confused little faces. 

Of course, he was rather annoyed that his little collection wasn’t complete.. but he’d just have to wait til Horror and Dust got back. 

He closed the door halfway to make it darker, before climbing into the nest as well. He curled his body around the three, pulling them to lay against him. 

Cross tried to get up once more, and attempted to question seemingly feral king.

“N- Nightmare..? What.. what are you doing..?” he stuttered, looking quite anxious, “what’s going on..?” He was nervous, and Nightmare couldn’t blame him. He didn’t want to scare any of them.. but his brain was so hazy, he couldn’t find a way to comfort them properly. 

So he just pulled Cross back against his chest, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

In his mind he might’ve whispered that it was okay, but he wasn’t exactly there enough to tell if he was talking or purring. 

It didn’t matter, though, because soon enough the closet-den was filled with an aura of calm, and the three started to relax. 

It was better not to question the odd things Nightmare did, anyway; they’d already learned that. 

It wasn’t like this was anything harmful either.. why not get comfortable? It was so, so comfortable..

In the end, thanks to Nightmare’s comforting aura and embrace, they all fell into a comfortable sleep.

An hour or so later, however, the king awoke. 

Alerted by the feeling of familiar magic entering the mansion, he knew that the last two boys must finally be home.

He crept out of the nest, careful not to wake the others as he slunk around the castle in search of Dust and Horror. 

It didn’t take long, given how easy it was to sense their magic after a mission.

Heightened soul rate, adrenaline, excitement.. they must’ve had a good time.

He slunk into living room, finding them laughing with each other. These two had always been pretty close.. 

Nightmare found it quite sweet to watch.

They were talking about the mission, making fun of the Star Sanses- from what Nightmare could gather, the enemy had arrived far too late to stop the mission.

It didn’t matter too much to him at the moment.

“So do you wanna give the report?” He could hear Dust ask, “or should I do it?”

The reply was a soft, “I dunno.. we could probably.. just do it together.”

“But shouldn’t you start dinner?”

Horror just shrugged, chuckling to himself, “it can.. probably wait. If they were so hungry.. everyone would be bothering me by now..!”

Dust just laughed with him, “yeah, you’re probably right.”

Nightmare almost felt bad for cutting their conversation short. Really, they always seemed to enjoy talking to each other. 

But he felt like he would explode if he didn’t bring them to his nest.. they’d just have to resume their conversation another time.

He finally made himself known, purposely approaching loud enough for them to hear.

They jumped slightly, having not been aware of him before then. 

But they were quite used to Nightmare doing such things by now.

“Oh, boss,” Dust smiled at him, “we were just about to come find you.”

Nightmare didn’t really understand why Dust was smiling. Maybe he was happy they didn’t have to actually look for the king, maybe he was happy Nightmare finally got out of bed? 

But he didn’t care, it didn’t matter. 

Dust was smiling at him, and he wished to keep it that way.

They both started on their little report, Nightmare drinking in their cheerful voices and soft laughter. 

It was the only positivity he would tolerate, from his boys..

However happy they were giving the report, though, he had to cut it short.

He would much rather this not take too long.

He walked closer as they spoke on about their mission, purring at their delicious laughter.

They didn’t seem to notice until he got a bit closer than he usually would’ve, confused by his behavior. 

“Uhh.. boss?” Dust questioned, before being cut off by Nightmare scooping him up into his arms.

He gave a startled squeak, but didn’t squirm or complain like Cross or Killer. He just.. didn’t care.

The king grabbed Horror too, holding him gently in his tentacles as he carried them both back to his nest.

Dust tried to question him at least once more, but Nightmare already had such a calming aura in the moment that they didn’t feel the need to question.

Once back at the “den”, Nightmare happily placed the last two nest, purring at how wonderful they all looked together.

The two snickered slightly at the sight of what they were seeing, and Dust immediately got comfortable in the nest, prompting Horror to follow.

“So this is why nobody bothered us when we got back, huh?”

Nightmare thought he might’ve answered, but really his only reply was a soft growl as he clambered into the nest after them.

He curled up in the middle of them all, wanting them all against his body. He held them close with his tentacles, making a small exception for Cross, whom he cradled in his arms.

The first three might’ve stirred a bit, but they were quickly lulled back to sleep by Nightmare’s loud purring. 

Dust and Horror were quick to join them.

Nightmare loved this; he couldn’t help but love this. 

He’d never had them all so close before, and it was like heaven. It was soft, it was comfortable.. it was home.

He didn’t think he was letting anyone sleep in their own beds for a little while.

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Thank you for reading!! Though I am only writing for fun, I am willing to take a bit of criticism as long as you’re nice about it! So please, if I’ve made any grammatical errors, or a sentence doesn’t make sense, feel free to tell me! Any hate will be ignored, and the commenter will be blocked.