#tw // open wound

[arty-e]

Tw blood

Just a happy family

[godteri-takk]

Cringetober day 30 🧛 Supernatural/monster!

As drawn once before here's my vampire sona! That other character is Randy Jade, he always has these wounds on his hands from fighting swans so i thought they'd be perfect to drink swan germ infected blood from :) Randy is such a pathetic whimpering mess in game as well so i feel like this fits him :D

[butterscotch-goat]

[m0thmonster]

"I fantasize about open wounds Allotting time just to dream them through Rage is the itch I'm not scratching I guess I'm overreacting"

[foundcr]

@gynaiko   sent   "   where   does   it   hurt?   show   me   "   (vaggie)

despite   their   history   of   charlie   taking   care   of   vaggie,   she   never   liked   it   when   vaggie   took   care   of   her--    when   their   roles   reversed.   she   only   got   nicked   by   an   exorcist   while   in   the   city   helping...   albeit,   pretty   badly,   but   it   didn't   warrant   her   panic,   she   was   fine,   she   always   would   be.   her   orange-y   blood   made   a   damp   spot   on   her   coat's   sleeve   as   she   took   it   off   and   rolled   it   up,   showing   the   long   cut   across   the   top   of   her   forearm.

"    i-   it's   not   a   big   deal...   i   promise,   i'll   be   fine.    "

even   if   it   did   hurt,   even   if   blood   was   still   dripping   from   it,   she   hated   seeing   vaggie   worry   about   her.   she   was   the   one   meant   to   worry   all   the   time,   charlie   was   known   very   well   for   it,   but   it   felt   so   awful   and   guilt-giving   when   vaggie   had   that   look   on   her   face.   that   sense   of   worry,   distaste   for   angels,   and   everything   inbetween   that   the   princess   could   read   from   just   quick   gazes   between   them.

"    i   just   need   some   bandage,   okay?    "

[machiavxlli]

Claudia flinched slightly. "I need some water for it..." The cut was stinging, and the woman feared it was infected. The nest was like nothing she had ever seen. Her mind cross-referenced it to her room, it would take some getting used to but she would be fine...she hoped. Claudia tilted her head to the side. "You're leaving?" The woman moved to cut off his path, neck craning up to meet his gaze. "Axis, stay please. I have no idea what..." She trailed off. Claudia would stand her ground, no matter if the look in his eyes broke her heart.

"You have brought me here with no preparation. I have no idea how I am supposed to talk to your people, or what is and is not offensive. I am basically walking in the dark here." Claudia wasn't sure if there was anyone she shouldn't talk to. She was completely blind.

She reached out to touch a tallowed hand. "Could you please abandon your anger? Stay here, with us..." She knew her father would meet his end at Axis' hand no doubt, but the king was sly and cruel and Claudia feared what would happen to Axis if he were to go back there.

The entire journey, Axis could feel it—her unease, like a threading whisper. He could hope it wasn’t directed at him, or at his raw edges But of course, he played a crucial role in it.

And somehow it wasn’t enough to temper, to contain him.

He led her through stony corridors, their footsteps echoing in the dim, cavernous space. The path opened into a towering chamber, its ceiling disappearing into shadows. Several bridges connecting occupied nests. It was mostly made of rough, carved stone, unornamented, means to an end.

His kin occupied each nest, most of them adult-looking, and only few seemed to be a bit younger. Their sharp gazes flicking toward the pair as they passed. The silence was loud with unspoken questions, curiosity— and some understanding. Claudia's smell was somehow familiar to them, and the volume in her belly a clear sign of what her presence meant.

Axis led his mate to his nest: Most of it rock, including one carved to be sat. A pile of clothes over a pile of straws.

"Stay here" he said. His hand gently found her face as he took one more look at her wound, his jaw clenching hard once again at the sight. It infuriated him to see it. "You are kin, now" he said. He stepped away, approaching the pile of fabrics, and pulled a (mostly) clean cotton one from it. He handed it over to her to clean her face, before turning away to leave.

[brambleandblood]

❛  there's no way in hell i'm doing that.  ❜ (tick-tock)

"'Because that's for mortals and people, you prat?'" The other fair folk finished the rhyme in lieu of Tick-Tock's rickety voice. "No, I know. You never liked being a Small Folk, never want to be properly social. That would require a level of humanism, wouldn't it?" Bramble Rose sighed. Being by this part of the pond, amidst the reeds and a touch too close to what was in the water, was never that good of an idea. But her thigh was still bleeding and, damn it, reeds made good and flexible bandages if they were cut right. Necessity bore even further necessity. So Bram had made this a bit of a habit: go to the bond, throw the crock a metaphorical bone (or sometimes a literal one, if she was lucky), clean herself up, cut reeds, and get the hell out.

If there was one thing she could at least assume that she and Tick-Tock had in common, it was their respect for the nature around them. Both of them had a working relationship: one to a flower bloomed in blood, and one to a crocodile hungry for the same ichor.

"Still... I hear Fletcher talk about you sometimes. And I can respect... What you're doing." Her little blade cut through another ribbon of reed. "You have your friend. And if that is all you need, fine. I've been spending a lot of time with only one other..." She trailed off. Lover? Person? Living Corpse? How would you describe me to her, Sunlight? How would you describe me as I am now to anyone other than my living soul? "I spend a lot of time with my other half and very few else." With practiced hands, Bramble Rose wrapped fresh plant-life around her wound, let it soak up what still oozed from her open skin. "But winter is over. To a certain extent, seeing others is inevitable... But not always negative." She stood and took to her wings then, but not before nudging her packaged present between the foliage where Tick-Tock could clearly see it. "Anyway... It's savory scones this time. They've got seaweed flakes in them. I made them hoping they would work as food for your friend, too. I don't really know what upsets crocodile stomach, so..." She shrugged. You don't usually talk this much, you know. It's almost lovely, hearing you brattle on. Is it because you know that her listening is a coin flip. "Same time next week?"

@tycktock

[freeroamingllama]

St Sebastian and James Fitzjames

Sorry but I have watched this guy checking his bullet wounds an unhealthy number of times now...

[oat-pup]

you guys still like dandy's world right

[i-can-not-art]

Guess who my favorites are, I bet you can’t

[shmooseee]

My preliminary headcanon's for Jason's face over time:

Explanations and uncensored version below the cut:

TW: gore

1.Jaybin

Headcanon that once Jay was living with Bruce and Alfred, he got a lot of baby fat on his face- he has wavy curly hair in my head. Teal eyes - very smiley.

2. Jaybin :(

No way that explosion and building collapsing didn't do some physical damage. In this the skin below his eye has been torn and ripped open, it was ripped to the bone - and his left cheekbone was fractured- I also imagine tears around his forehead and back of his skull from the crowbar - but kind of hidden by his hair. Also his hair was frizzled by the explosion and smoke.

3. Post revival - pre-utrh

I was gonna draw him at his revival but forgot :( -might draw this later but I imagine his mortician reconstructed his face - and since it was a closed casket funeral it didn't have to be super clean. His skin was kept together with staples -

post revival- in his time in the hospital catatonic, it healed super wonky and (based on my own surgical scars) it keloided in some areas and sunk in in some others - and because he wasn't able to treat them- they're super tough and pull at his skin and don't fade properly to white like they should. The scars from the staples are still there. The scar is also a little shiny where it keloided- idk why but my scars do it in certain lighting.

His face is a lot more masculine and older but it still has a decent amount of baby fat (he's still super young). This is about 2 years post revival so hes around 17 - very recently after his time in the pit. (I feel like 15-17 for a lot of kids has huge body and face changes so imagine mentally 15 yr old Jason suddenly so grown- might revise this to make him more baby looking)

The white hairs just begun to grow - i kept the baby curls because of course i did.

I bounce between whether or not the pit healed his scars or not because I find both so compelling- but as an artist i like drawing cool scars more.

4. Post-utrd

His face is a bit more defined again. - now featuring the batarang scar. I haven't put to much though into his other face scars yet so these may change yet again.

His scar has faded slightly but it still tugs on his face massively - it won't go white. He cant smile without it tugging uncomfortably- sometimes even hurting. He smirks instead. He frowns as his resting face both because hes a bitch but also because of the position of the scar.

Featuring the batarang scar yayyyyyyy- i also headcanon that the doesn't treat it correctly (do you think he has time to massage it and moisturize that many times a day??) so it tugs every time he turns his head.

The white hair has fully grown out and he got a haircut.

I also did one for his body scars - and one for arkham knight jason but i want to redo them with a little more research - quick preview of that though - arkham knight - dealing with the effects of malnourishment from his childhood and from his year with the joker - only grew to about 5'3. And mainline jason that didn't die grew to about 5'6. Will do a comprehensive headcanon list for different universe jays.

[tsarjozinzbazin]

guys I just realized I didnt post these here only in the server

(og fitzconte wedding picture by the beautiful @evilfaggotyuri <3)

[pansy-picnics]

Happy halloween vampire au is back who cheered

[butterscotch-goat]

oooohf angsty aster doodles (feat ghost Charles) (cw, open wound, stitches over scars)

[avephelis]

local loserboy under the impression that skin grafting is when you sew your flesh together (wrong) (homo)

[beaulesbian]

THE TERROR (2018) S01E08 "Terror Camp Clear"

No doubt you made the best decision for the problem you thought you had. But, as it turns out, it was trumpery. And it its place, we've an even worse problem. You've traded an imaginary invasion from without, for a real invasion from within!