#tw body horror and creepy stuff

[himbo-in-limbo]

Alien invasion/Fnaf AU oc got a redesign!

Meet Cotton Tail!

[maslosstuff]

It's quicker and easier to eat your young

[sme-esh]

again, sorry for being inactive. art block is a bitch but i wanted to try and design an alt mark

(old art)

[calf-cover]

I made a thematic challenge for this October!

Its goal is to draw seven artworks per month - on seven topics from the list, in any order and with any interval.

This is a soft challenge created more for fun and relaxation. Personally, I'm going to draw both SCP fan art and some vent and illustrations during it!

Have fun, and don't lose your head!

[theunderscorwolph]

'sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me'? I don't believe that.

If we are comparing words to skicks and stones it would merely cause some amount of damage and heal up after awhile, and with the aid of some medicine and bandages.

Thinking about it, that comparison is false. Words are more like needles, that stuck in you skin after they are said. At first it just hurts, but you won't bother taking them out and so they stay there and get irritated and infected. But then the skin heals over it and now its stuck there, eventually you start to realize that this pain and irritation has slowly but surely taken over you mind.

Then something stupid will happen, wether it was a bad decision you made or someone else's. it will sink deeper, until you eather let it go and have someone else help you remove it or it sinks so deep that you can't feel that part of your body any more.

The needles collect over time aswell. They can be from others or your self, and after awhile they start to make you look less and less like your self, until you don't dare to look in the mirror at what you've become.

[3amclothesmonster]

TW// Body horror and semi bright colors

Finally came up with an offical design for this oc who I posted about once, they don't have much of story mainly just facts about them

All I know is that they're A parasitic creature thing that has some sort of connection to Zalgo (Not in like,, A family or romantic sense more of just a creature that happens to kinda work under/with that mf)

[r0tt1ngv4mpyr]

MAXLEY HEADCANONS!

(REQUESTS OPEN)

//TW FOR SH//

MY MAX HEADCANONS:

•is hispanic

•has vitiligo on his hands and a bit on his face and wears gloves and foundation to cover it up

•has autism/adhd

•used to sh that's why he started skating is to not think about stuff as much

•is trans (ftm)

• has a skinny hourglass body by the hates it because it makes him look less masculine

•listens to more rock and metal but in general listens to mostly all genres (except slow songs, jazz, classical, country)

•has snakebites, septum, stretched gauges on his ears , and industrial piercings and a bell button piercing 😻 (also has a wolf cut)

•bi (pref male

MY BRADLEY HEADCANONS:

•is half american half italian

•he has freckles

•has ocd/anger issues

•loves black coffee with a little milk

•finds max's piercings hot

•would never get a piercing himself (scared of needles, doesn't think they look good on him, and his dad would never let him)

•has fluffy middle parted hair that was cut short but grew out to a shorter mullet

•religious trauma and daddy issues

•gay (mlm)

MY MAXLEY HEADCANONS:

•when they make out bradley puts his hands on max's waist/hips and sometimes he puts one hand on his waist/hips and grabs max's hair

•bradley was max's first time

•max will pick up random creepy ass bugs and bradley will be like "put. that. down."

•bradley is like 6,1 and towers over the 5,5 max

•max is very touch starved but isn't very used to touch (said in a headcanon earlier) and will do anything to get any affection from bradley but is really nervous when he gets it then just kinda melts

•definitely have some sort of history but max forgot and bradley didn't (maybe like childhood friends or smth)

•both unironically love the song "romance is boring" by los campesinos

•max loves horror movies and bradley hates them (they still watch them together tho)

•max says the most out of pocket shit and bradley just stares at him with his head tilted like "wtf?-"

OTHER PEOPLES HEADCANONS I LIKE (credits are included)

•bradley needs glasses bc he is nearsighted but doesn't wear them bc it takes away his cool - @thecat_inthe_cherryhat on tiktok

•bradleys mother died making his coexistence with his father uncomfortable, he does not hate his father, in fact he loves him but he does not know how to be and live with him, he does not want to admit it - @thecat_inthe_cherryhat on tiktok

•bradley's father is his weak point, he became conceited and rude as a way of defending his father's expectations - @thecat_inthe_cherryhat on tiktok

•he likes Britney Spears' music and has records but hides them from the - @thecat_inthe_cherryhat on tiktok

•Bradley is a law student, he was forced to go there because of his father but he still likes it a little - @thecat_inthe_cherryhat on tiktok

•he has a masculine image but his hygiene care makes his friends tell him that he is feminine, he uses lip balm because he doesn't like having dry lips - @thecat_inthe_cherryhat on tiktok

•When Bradley was in Middle school he used to wear baggy overalls has messy hair and wearer braces - @h4z3l_quits on tiktok

•Bradley used to be a kind and loyal kid! But when he got adopted by a rich family he started getting rude bc he was “spoiled” and he was raised to be perfect that’s why he’s competitive - @h4z3l_quits on tiktok

•max actually likes Bradley genuinely and just pretends that he likes roxanne and like tries desperately to get Bradley’s attention so he gets jelly - @chrys_linn on tiktok

•max is left handed so bradley is on his left side when he gets the chance just to see if one day they'll hold hands - @somnusgallery on tiktok

•max likes to play with Bradley's hair and Bradley gets embarrassed and ends up blushing every single time - @cassie_m328 on tiktok

•Max is ALWAYS bruised and patched up due to trying extreme shit with his skate and Bradley being the meticulous guy he is always brings stuff to patch Max up - @crowking.jpg on tiktok

•Max and Rox broke up due to them being young and immature and Max is mostly over it but he does feel he's not relationship material or isn't fully on board with one afterwards but THEN HE MEETS BRAD - @crowking.jpg on tiktok

•Max may be shorter but the moment he rizzes Brad up Brad loses his MIND like man's weak AF for Max's smooth ahh attitude - @crowking.jpg on tiktok

•Brad loosens up around Max overtime and let's go of his fragile masculinity and embraces open queerness and things he limited himself away from - @crowking.jpg on tiktok

•Brad and Max bring out the best in each other due to their competitive nature and ambition for improvement - @crowking.jpg on tiktok

[heartfullofleeches]

envisioning zombie yan suggesting his creepy loser lover to wear a condom when he fucks his other holes just in case but creepy loser lover just doesn't gives a damn.

He's going to get his dick wet with zombie boy's blood and other liquids!!

[18+, TW: Body horror, wound-fucking]

Zombie-Boy suggests it only to be mindful and not gross his partner out, but deep down he wants his creepy love dick-deep in his guts as badly and literally as they're inching for the same exact thing. This loser has never been shy about their wants, but Zombie-Boy still can't wrap his head around their depravity. Their twisted pleasures and labored breathing in his ears drive him absolutely mad - he always wanted someone who wasn't afraid of his.... "extra holes", but for his darling to want to fuck said holes with no remorse? It's all the proof needed that they're meant to be <3

[Tw stuff under cut

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"Cheeeth-"

Posing his index and middle fingers at the camera, your boyfriend tries his best to smile while keeping his phone on the both of you. It's a little difficult to hold it steady with your hands wrapped around his head like that - and even harder to grin with the backs of his lips and teeth brushed by your cock head as it rams against the healthy wall of his left cheek. Saliva and precum drips from the torn flesh of his right - conjoining with the thick blood congealing from his gums. Light flickers distantly in his glassy eyes at the mixing of your fluids. Snapping his prized photo, your boyfriend's tongue measures the extent of your length as he sticks it through the hole of his cheek, the tip of the pale muscle reaching well past the norm for any normal human. You wince at the suction of his gash as you pull away from the side of his face - dick throbbing and dyed crimson.

"You're... such a freak...."

Your boyfriend flashes you a proper smile. "Says the guy sticking their dick through my cheek. Quit your whining and get down here and kiss me already~"

[cybercl0ne]

Mine. // Stalker Shigaraki x f!reader // Part: 1

Summary: shigaraki has you in his arms and doesn’t plan on letting you go.

TW: 18+, stalking, non-con (rape), knife play, mentions of breeding, size kink

You wake up hazy and not in tune with much of anything. It’s pitch black and the atmosphere feels cold and thin. You frantically tried to remember the events that led you to this predicament but came up short when you blanked.

“Finally, you’re awake. I started to think I gave you to big of a dose.” A voice echos. You move your head in an attempt to identify the scratchy par-asocial voice. When you head the small chuckle the mystery man let out your mind glazed through the horrors that you forgot. You tried to move your arms and legs but quickly found out that they were bound. You mustered up your pride and opened your lips to beg.

“please just let me go. I won’t tell anyone anything. I’m begging you-“ you plead, rambling unknowing what the intention of this man was. Your face felt sweaty with fear as you felt the man’s hand graze your body. His hand tracing your collar bone, slowly traveling down your sly, clothed breast and down to your sleek calves. You shivered unintentionally under his touch, his slim cold fingers still feeling present on your skin.

“I’ve waited so long to have you. 2 years darling…~” the man says, lowering his fingers to uncover the blindfold that was attached to your face. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness you say clearly of the man’s features. His blue and frizzy hair that looked unkempt, his slim appearance with an ounce of lean muscle, defined enough. “W-why are you doing this?” You cry out, looking for sympathy in the situation. But when you say the way his eyes were shielded by hearts and sinister thoughts you knew there was no sympathy to be given.

“To be honest I’m not so sure myself. I saw you one day and knew you were different from everyone else. You had a spark that ignited something in my dim world. I’d only been in your presence for a second but it felt as if I’d known you my entire life.” He rambled, his tent in his pants growing as you squirm to get away from this all to creepy confession. You swear you saw him drool as he confessed, his face locked on yours.

“I know this isn’t ideal but it’s something that we’ll work on together, and maybe soon you’ll even warm up to your new life, then we can start our family. Oh I can’t wait to stuff you full of my cock and breed your cunt.~”

you shiver on the last part, your eyes growing but as you realize your situation. You looked around for any sign of life. You screamed as loud as you could, tugging and fighting against the hard restraints. Shigaraki rushed to close your mouth, wrapping the blindfold over your mouth.

“Darling I know this is a hard adjustment but trust me when I say screaming is not in your favor. If you wanna make it through our first time together without losing your tongue I strongly suggest keeping that voice down.” He warns, flashing his knife to your face. Your wide eyes trace it, mewling and whimpering as it drew closer to your cheek. you tried to protest as best you could, only gurgling nonsense through the gag in your mouth. “I’ve wanted to touch your precious body while you were awake for so long baby.~ I promise we’ll have lots of fun.” He says as he traces your chest with his lips. You whimper under the weird sensation of skin to skin, as you try to wriggle away. For the moment you completely ignore the fact that this man is responsible for all the weird and unexplained events that happen in your life that you always quickly dismissed. You squirmed harder, yelling muffled curses at him as tears fell down your face. “I wouldn’t be so quick to move.” He warns, bringing his knife with his lips as he moves to your supple breast, kneeding your nipple through the cheap thin fabric. You continue to whimper and fuss under the gag, it getting darker as it collects stray spit.

“it’s so lovely to hear you sing whimpers for me~ I want to take your gag off? Can I do that darling? Can I trust you’ll be a good girl and not scream?” You don’t respond as you continue to mewl under his touch, feeling and watching as he closes in on your pussy. Shigaraki unwraps your gag off your mouth, his face leaning into yours as his fingers glide to your wet panties.

you shake your head, closing your eyes in embarrassment, not wanting to see the man’s face as he smirked. “All for me baby? Your all soaked for me? I’m flattered.” He snickered as he took off your clothes, your bottom half coming off first, your upper half growing goosebumps as he shook it off of you. He slipped your homemade gag off in the process.

“p-please don’t I-I’ve never done anything like this before…” you whisper, your face feeling heated as you admit it. If Shigaraki could he would cum right now, the only stopping him is that he was saving it for you. So much of his cum wasted on his hand when it could be inside your body, a piece of him with you no matter where you are. Not that you’ll be going anywhere anytime soon.

“don’t worry we’ll go nice and slow~ at least I’ll try.” He added, whisking his fingers over your unprotected pussy, your slick coating his finger as he pushes it past your barrier. You arch your back instinctively, his long fingers reaching places you wouldn’t have thought they could go.

“I knew you’d like my fingers darling, I’ve seen the way you masterbated. Never being truly fulfilled by rubbing your poor clit. You need someone to satisfy you.” He ranted. Your pussy only grew more wet as he explained while thrusting his fingers in and out of you. “p-please… I-I don’t want it!” You begged, huffing as you pleaded, your body betraying you as a wet spot grew on the bed.

Shigaraki laughed, adding another finger in while thrusting his thumb onto your clit. You screeched, moaning for him to stop. “You know you can’t deny me! It’s what your body wants. You might be spewing no but your body tells me what you really want. What you need.” He monologues, giving your pussy a strong slap. You both listen to how your cunt squirts a small amount. You feel your stomach coiling as his hands speed up, your cunt squeezing around as he hits plush parts of your organs.

“I-I can’t hold it any longer! I-I’m gonna-“ you groan, closing your eyes tightly as you squeeze against his hand feeling yourself lose control. “yes baby, that’s it, cum on my fingers like the happy slut you are.” He says, placing his face close to your cunt to get front row seats to your cum. You rut your hips into his fingers as they ram their way in and out of you. As you arch your back you release, squirting hard over his fingers and face. You stick your tongue out as your mind goes blank. You’d never felt that way in your life, you saw mini sparks flying through your vision as your clit throbbed. Shigaraki happily slurped any parts of you he could catch, cunt hungry as he went into your pussy to suck and prod at your pussy for more of your sacred juices. You moaned, trying to shield them with your hand over your mouth, your cunt hitting his mouth heavily. “It seems like your sweet pussy wants this.” He chuckled under his breath, lapping up the last of your juices. You flinch as he gives your lips a hard smack, your slick bouncing off of your needy cunt as it clenches around nothing. “P-please just let me go… I-I promise I won’t tell anyone if you let me-“ He quickly hushes you by pressing his lips on yours.

“Darling why would you wanna leave now? The fun’s just starting. This is just the beginning of our new life together!~” He rambled, kissing back down your body as he stroked his cock above your pussy, his pre cum dripping down your stomach. You observed his dick, watching as it twitched while you made consistent eye contact. Your eyes grew wide as he leaned his tip into your slit, lining it against you. You felt the small yet tense pressure as he gently pressed it against you. “N-no way! I-it’s not gonna fit!” You shrieked, wriggling around. Shigaraki pressed his hand down on your thigh, gripping you in place. “It’s bigger than it looks. I’ll make it fit baby, don’t worry you just lay down and keep crying tears for me~” he teases, stroking your face with his available hand. You shook your head, groaning at the tight intrusion as Shigaraki starts plowing through your cunt.

You arched your back, feeling your body set on fire as he kept going. Your eyes could shed tears fast enough as shigaraki finally bottomed out, finally inside you. You panted hard as Shigaraki paused for a quick intermission, taking the time and to kiss up and down your face, peppering you in praise. “You’re doing so damn good, taking my cock like a good girl. I told you it would fit baby, don’t you see my cock bulging your stomach, twitching just for you? Isn’t it beautiful?” He questions, staring at you smiling as brightly as possible while you closed your eyes and begged for this all to be some really fucked lucid dream. The searing pain went slightly down, your wincing slowly turning into neediness. Shigaraki took note on your reaction and took it as a sign to continue. “Is my cock hungry whore desperate for more? I guess all that begging was for foreplay.” He adds, coming close to your ear, rutting gently in and out of you, your stomach squeezing at every vein that hits past your walls. Shigaraki bends down to your face, kissing you passionately, also taking the advantage to thrust. You moan into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue as he locks his lips with yours. “Does it feel good honey? Do you like your lovers fat cock ramming inside you?” He playfully teases, pulling all the way out before slamming back in with a speedy pace. You cry out, for what you can’t be sure anymore. At first it was about being let go but now your mind was blank and the only thing stopping you from passing out from the rough pace was shigaraki’s soft yet menacing voice, scratching at your ears in the right place. You nod hesitantly, tears blinding you from clearly seeing his face. He grunts, his cock twitching as if he’s about to explode. “I said…” he winded up, pulling out of you and rubbing his tip on your clit, his twitching rose colored tip glazing your bruised hole. “Do you like my cock ramming inside you?” You wriggle to purposely pop his cock where it belongs, only to look desperate. You whine, feeling your close climax winding down, your cunt clenching around nothing. “Say it baby so I can stuff your pretty cunt~” “Say it so you can cum with me…” He glares, waiting for your words to fall from your lips, his red eyes blazing down on you. “Y-yes! Yes I love your big fat cock ramming into my little cunt!” You give in, swallowing your shame for sweet release that awaited you. Shigaraki made no attempts to hide how pleased he was with your lewd confession, slowly yet happily sliding his cock deep in your cunt, easily gliding to your cervix. You arch your back, the tense shock of intimacy driving you mad. Shigaraki loses control, feeling your neediness for him drove him over the edge as he grips your thighs, taking a bite of them as he pounds you crazily. Your tits bounce around so hard you get fearful they might come off. Shigaraki kisses praises into your collarbone, biting and licking it, leaving his mark as he feels himself drawing close. “g-gonna cum…g-gonna cum again!” You scream, clenching onto his shoulders, looking down at your pussy getting demolished by the fuck machine above you. “Shigaraki! D-don’t stop! God so good!” You say, your nerves sensitive as Shigaraki grunts, his eyes filled with desire as he dives for your perked breast, biting the hyper sensitive nipple.

“gonna cum to baby, cum on my cock. Go on, cum for your man!” He shouts, feeling himself drive over the edge. You cum, closing your eyes as they spark. He follows close behind, slamming on last time as deep as he can inside you, unloading his cum. You touch your stomach, tired and fucked out, you feel the warmth that burrows inside you as shigaraki slowly pulls out, his cock still twitching. He lays beside you, wrapping his arm around your naked body, his other hand holding your waist tight. “So fucking good, you’re such a good girl…” he whispers, kissing your hair, falling asleep.

As you come down from your high, your heart goes back to sinking, your pussy inflated with cum that’s still dripping out, and your mind a jumbled mess. You stare into the darkness, deciding that you’d wait a couple of minutes, hell, hours for him to fall asleep before you try and get up and move.

The clock shined bright, 6:00 A.M, the only thing in the room with light. You slowly got up, plucking his hand from your body carefully. Shigaraki rustles, grunting as he tightens for a second. His face growing into a scowl before he transitions back into a peaceful rest. You sigh a short lived breath of relief, not wanting to think about the consequences if he found you doing this. You got up, walking. You didn’t know where you were walking to. You didn’t even know if you were in an apartment anymore, you did know you needed to keep moving. So that’s what you did. “If I can just find anything…” you whispered to yourself, a sad attempt to soothe your fears. You felt like you were walking on pins, taking any wrong step could result in him waking-

“going somewhere?” Shigaraki said blank. His voice was flat and surprising. You jumped and didn’t dare look behind you, knowing whatever face he was making, he wasn’t gonna be any happier to see yours like this. He doesn’t wait for your reply, instead gripping your hair rough and clicking his tongue, disappointed. “Y/n I’m not new to this. I’ve stalked you for a long time now, you don’t think I wouldn’t notice that you weren’t sleeping? I’m almost hurt more by the fact you’d try that on me more than I am about your little “attempt” to leave me.” You kick and scream, shouting every curse in the book but he doesn’t respond, only gripping your hair tighter and dragging you down the hall. “I was just getting a drink! I-I wasn’t leaving! I-I needed to pee really bad I-“ He cuts you off, throwing you in a room. It’s almost as dark as the one you were just in, the only light that sourced you was the natural light of the sun that beamed through a very small window. “When you’re ready to behave and come out with a changed attitude we’ll try again. Until then, I’d recommend getting better at tricking me, don’t worry you’ve got a few days to practice.” He says, closing and locking the door quickly before his quiet footsteps leave you alone.

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@kai-213

[keikakudori]

                 They were a beast and the heart of a beast. Here, in this moment, they were once more thrust into opposing sides. Here, it was here, in this moment, that Aizen Sousuke had understood one thing; that this Quincy had done something for which SHE COULD NEVER AGAIN FIND HERSELF FORGIVEN.

                 How swift the Hollow that lurched and moved, claws catching flesh but not enough, not nearly enough to satisfy the wrath which howled within vein and bone, a raw sensation that unfurled like vast wings. It subsumed thought into the impulse to sink those rows of fangs into the soft and yielding surface of the girl's throat. How easily it would rip open for his desires if he was to do that very thing here.

                 There was no thought of the viper yet, for he was not as important as the dark-haired girl that had done this.

                 Yet inattention was a compounding thing for the flickering blade was quick to lash at his shoulders, splitting arms from their moorings and making them drop towards the ground. There was a roar that staggered the air, a bellowing of rage and pain, that grinding cry of a Hollow even as the sky seemed to crack above them.

                 For it was true that Hollows could call out for aid, was it not?

                 The dark figure didn't stop, however. Brown swirled like streams of seaweed caught in underwater currents, flowed about the broad shoulders in curling swirls that did nothing to hide the sudden flowing of fresh limbs that burst into view. Naked from bindings, the cut straps were starting to sag even as the beast's head whipped about and a noise almost like a WHINE escaped the Hollow, a sound that was not something made by a human throat.

                 Why are you hurting me? it seemed to say. Why are you hurting me? I am not your foe.

                 Naked arms spanned out to his sides, hands blackened with the color creeping along those forearms until fading once more into the naturally tanned skin that was Aizen's own. Dark talons curled in long points of glassy ink as the monster seemed to hesitate for a second even as the blade rose and was set to that chest. Blank depths of white widened for a second and a thick chirp that was unsettled sounded.

                 Something in the monster seemed to recognize what that stance was.

                 Then the blade became an eruption of pain, plunging again and again and AGAIN through that figure, a torso left punctured time and time again, sending puffs of blood into the air with each protrusion of the weapon through him. It knocked the Hollow back, step by agonized step, the beast letting out snarls of agony as taloned feet flexed and curled to try to grasp at the ground that was not there. The air itself let out a loud metallic SCREECH as those claws raked upon it, seeking to bring him to a proper halt from the motion which had left him hurled back.

                 Yet still the beast did not drop whilst the fang made from sharp-edged carbon steel bit through that body again and again, puncturing organs, nearly tearing the body apart. Every blow left speckles of shards, glistening like an unseen constellation within the flesh. How bright it must have shone to the awareness of the revenant stepping forth to do war upon the figure of the man he had once named his own captain.

                 But neither of them were who they had once been, were they?

                 How the monstrous form hunched forward when the onslaught suddenly ceased, ragged straps of what remained of those bindings sagging where they had not been destroyed entirely, slithering with blood-wet PLOPS upon the ground beneath his feet. And still the monster stood, those pale eyes focused less upon the Quincy and far more upon this figure that he knew. There was an understanding here. He knew who this person was. He knew--- somewhere within that head was a voice, crying out, howling a name that seemed to expel between his fangs.

                 ❝ Gih--... G-... ❞

                 An attempt to vocalize.

                 An attempt that failed.

                 The arm lifted, and those eyes went wide again before a snarl was ripping the air apart and the half-clad monster was moving again, less than a blur and more of a thought, distance put between them. Yet not fast enough. Not enough, even as the shards of blade were left to obey the command of the one who wielded that wakizashi. Flesh cratered and grew void in the impact of poison that raced through his torso, one shard, then another and another, all expanding outwards like supernovae, the hearts of stars bursting asunder and devouring the flesh they were embedded within. It grew, like poisonous flowers speeding through the gestalt nature of bud to blossom, eradicating the housing of meat and bone alike.

                 The sound was grotesque, more akin to a balloon engorged with blood being slammed into a flat surface and exploding on impact. What had once been the form of Aizen Sousuke -- his body, at least -- was left being DEVOURED BY THAT POISON.

                 How that day echoed endlessly between them, bouncing ever in a Moebius strip between them both.

                 From the waist up did not remain much of the proud man's body, not with those pieces flung aside; regrown arms and head flying to separate landing points even as the lower portion of his form was left to collapse down upon itself. The remnants of organs were left to slew across the ground, the raw septic stink of ruptured bowels rising to the air while blood flooded outwards. The slick red-purple containers of the body's secrets were left to disgorge themselves upon the terrain at hand, thick heavy slops of organic matter a spewing mess of ruin, ragged edges fleshy and bright with coloration that seemed somehow wrong from where they spilled out. Gobbets of meat were scattered about from where the devouring bursts of that poison had hurled them like fleshy shrapnel here and there upon the landscape and they still quivered with the force of impact that had left them decorating their current housing. Red-glossed shards of bone could be picked out here and there, if one looked close enough, yet so much had been devoured by the poison contained within those fragments.

                 But not enough.

                 It was not enough to stop him.

                 Had that not been established on that day two years ago when Gin had reached his hand out, just as he did now, and commanded that poison to consume Aizen's heart?

                 Did he not own it? He had owned it for so long. It only made a certain sense that the one who was Aizen's right hand had the right to devour that heart.

                 It began with the spine.

                 The jagged ends began to move and close, forming a complete vertebrae before it was stretching out like a growing snake, from lumbar vertebrae to cervical, a bud swelling at the tip into a proper skull. Ribs suddenly swept upwards and around to complete the latticework of anatomical foundation stones, conjoining into the bone of the sternum. Yellow fibrous filaments of nerves were next, slithering through the vertebrae, followed next by the tissues which were part of the spine, sacks of fluid that cushioned each one in visible nature. One bone was left stacked atop another until the skull began to grow in a strange inversion of Rudobon's own ability where those endless soldiers would be born from the so-called fruits of the skulls. How quickly if formed, teeth visible from sharper canines to bright molars, gleaming brightly and sharply in that moment.

                 Clavicles beget shoulders, arm bones extruding like the branches of a tree's branches and forming the groundwork for those limbs. Then came the sudden engulfing of muscle fibres, rising along the established bones, skin growing over it and sweeping to conceal the bones which had been left so naked. Accompanying those muscle fibres were the branching network of veins sliding alongside the nervous system that grew, waving about and then laying flat against the body, forming the network of arteries and capillaries bound by tubes of further tissue. An unwinding, an undoing, fueled by the power of the Hogyoku itself for it would not permit that to last. All in breathless heartbeats, organs starting to repair themselves even as that immortal body knitted itself together. Strands of hair began to sprout from that bald pate as muscle and tendon and skin all covered it, thick spools of brown sprouting and extending outwards, brows and lashes coming in like grass rising through the lingering snows of winter.

                 Perhaps most unsettling had been the fact that the Hogyoku had indeed dropped to the ground as well, but even in the midst of the body rebuilding itself, it rose and flared with a brilliant incandescence. How it vibrated, glowing with an inner fire akin to that of a newborn sun. How it echoed that day in its own right, glossy red-white muscles vanishing beneath the expanse of skin and still that orb glowed as if to remind them both of the bridge that they shared, the connection, intricate bonds that were unable to be spoken of with any coherence that others might understand. Was the crumbling orb now the heart of this monstrous immortal?

                 Once, Gin himself had held that very thing before everything had changed. He had known it for years. And it had known him.

                 Now that sphere was sinking into a chest left bared, the bindings no longer wrapping around that body, hiding nothing of that moment as it nested into that portion of his chest where it had once been housed. How it returned, pressing against skin before melding into it and still it pulsed, flickering like a star caught against the velvet throat of night.

                 That black mask came next, into a shield of coal-dark hardness, whilst the void in his chest suddenly manifested once more.

                 The air suddenly crackled with a sudden swelling of power before it split with a ROAR. Once more, the jaws were agape and the screaming of the Hollow could not be denied this time, a rising howl cresting like the height of a wave as the ground beneath them TREMBLED. On and on and ON the sound went, the screaming of a soul bared and naked, which had sunk into a rage which could not be so easily stopped. How the earth shook, as if the world itself quaked in terror at the birth of the creature which had once more returned.

                 Had there been a vague sensation of hope and victory for the Quincy? Surely not. Not with the fact that Aizen had already gotten back up once already. A blade through his head and how he had dropped. No one else could claim this life but the silver-scaled snake that had long ago been given a home within that rib cage. Who better than him to take that life again? Who better than this serpent that had been allowed to sink into a place no one else had ever occupied in the life of the traitor? Gin had ever been given a place no one else ever had. And never would Aizen permit another soul to get so close again.

                 Losing Gin meant he would ever be closed off to others. He would never trust another soul in that way. He would never give anyone else what he had given freely to the viper that had ever been at his side.

                 There was no help, no aid. That body launched itself from the ground, taloned feet left to grasp upon a chunk of fallen masonry as another of those howls bulged upwards throughout the atmosphere, a cascading roaring filling the air.

                 It was the outcry of a wounded heart, broken, broken--- a terrible sound. That sound was the cry of one who had struggled for their whole life and were filled with a sense of loss that cut beyond flesh and bone. The wound was one which bled with no sign of healing ever have begun. How could it have? How could he ever hope to heal with the understanding that the fault LAID UPON HIS OWN SHOULDERS? And thus that howling, a raging noise that laid everything out in those moments.

                 In that noise was howled all of the grief, the anguish, the sheer PAIN that had been left to consume Aizen Sousuke in those two years hence. Words could not have conveyed the depth of LOSS that came through in that sound, an agony that was worse than the poison which had once more consumed the heart of the man who dwelt beneath the Hollow's mask. It was the screaming of the man's soul, a scream that had been echoing on and on, an endless refrain that had left him steeped in the deepest of sorrows. That loss could bring tears to the eyes, a scream that had bubbled up in his throat and remained caught for two years from that awful day finally being unleashed now, a scream of horror and of wounding, of unutterable emotions that could only be conveyed in this singular moment. It was a scream that could make many flinch back from what the sound held so tightly; a suffering, an awareness of one's own suffering.

                 A grieving that had no parallel. No healing. No path forward.

                 It was a sound that echoed something that made whatever the Quincy think was felt pale into insignificance.

                 There was love in that sound, an echoing of it even now. If one were to but cock their head and listen closely enough, perhaps one might hear something beneath the howling. A love that was of such boundless depths that it might startle those that had known him, to comprehend that Aizen Sousuke was not so heartless as all of that. Were the masks of Hollow not there to protect their heart, though? Was he not seeking to protect his own heart?

                 Yet how that voice seemed to echo in the sound, how it seemed to reach out, imploring, pleading for recognition, for the man who had come to eclipse and predominate so much of his outlook on life, who had become something that he had ever sought in his life -- who was the sole recipient of all that guilt and remorse, who was proof of the self-loathing and hatred that was directed at the would-be god. How he hated himself.

                 How this encounter pained him.

                 Gin--! Gin, please...! Gin! I'm sorry, Gin!

                 But that was if one knew what they were listening for.

                 Then the sound was cut off and the beast was snarling again. Bared from the waist now, with strands of hair draping across broad shoulders, power now unbound was left to blanket the area in a swelling tidal wave of immense pressure. He had always been powerful and had ever kept restraints on himself. Yet this was a power that could perhaps stagger even Gin in this moment, for he had only grown in strength in those two years, outclassing his already prodigious power that had swelled to new heights on that cold winter's day. So it was left to blanket this place and the Hollow was charging, moving without warning. The lack of the restraints meant that power was left to be a restraint its own.

                 Between one moment and the next, he was there before Gin.

                 Black-clawed hand lashing out, he was quick to grasp that slim wrist and twisted his grip with such quick speed that there was no chance for bones and tendons to withstand the pressure or the torque involved and a deep HISS erupted as the Hollow was quick to yank in the same motion with enough force to dislocate that arm from its anchor point from the shoulder. Then he was turning and the transformed godling was HURLING Gin with ferocity towards that plane of flattened terrain with such force that the air itself might be ripped from those lungs which held only a parody of breath. It'd be a miracle if those fingers retained their grip on Shinso and, if the blade had dropped in the wake of that break, the head of the Hollow tilted to look down towards the wakizashi before it was stooping, crouching to slide fingers out to the pale blue hilt with a sharp keening of sound.

                 With great care, the hand scooped up the blade before he rose and turned that pale stare towards the Quincy. Another snarling of sound before the beast began to pace towards her, each step wooden and dreadful in its gait. This was not the civilized, courteous man that had likely drawn the focus of Yhwach. This was a monster unleashed, the Hogyoku's brilliance contained in the chest which had once more formed that empty void within his chest, holding it suspended in that Hollow's hole.

                 He was going to kill her.

GIGI'S ORDERS TO DEFEND HER STILL REMAINED, RESONATING IN HIS HEAD. The moment that beast emerged, lunging forth to fling the Quincy from Gin's midst and into a pale tall tower reduced quickly to rubble, Gin was firing his Bankai-active blade once more to skewer into that deformed flesh. He aimed for the shoulders, both, rapid-succession swipes seeking to render the feral beast armless and incapable of mauling his master outright. He'd have to use teeth, fangs, that strange mask upon the face which once resided there in wide-eyed and distraught emotions, Gin seemed so distant and yet aware of the fact that he was cutting down Aizen Sousuke again and again, causing that evolution to surge forth tirelessly.

Such was the nature of this new and improved dance of theirs, death again and again, both of them lifeless and both of them incapable of truly dying. YET GIGI CALLED OUT TO HIM NOW, NEAR-BEGGING HIM TO STAY ALIVE. It seemed funny, almost enough to make Gin spit out a laugh so hoarse and empty it could be mistaken for a sob. Stay alive, don't let that thing kill him? He was already dead, he wasn't alive, and this thing had already killed him once before.

Aizen's rampaging called for heightened measures, and that restraint which once had Gin willing to forget, or pretend he forgot, about the poison which ran deep inside each particle of his blade... well, it was slipping. Slipping, perhaps, thanks to the fact that Gigi's thoughts also alluded towards poison of a different nature; the inherent opposites of Hollow and Quincy called for a rather poisonous encounter when Hollow inflicted Quincy with a wound seeped in their tainting reiatsu. Gigi was in pain, poisoned, so Gin sought to return the favor.

He couldn't stop himself, after all. HE HAD TO STOP AIZEN FROM HURTING HER ANY FURTHER. Shinso moved, aligning itself with the hilt placed at the center of his chest, both hands bracing around the weapon to firmly keep it steady. Aiming towards Aizen, Gin uttered a simple command.

❝ Buto: Renjin. ❞

An eruption. That was the best way to describe the immediate storm of blades so tightly plunging together that they were indiscernible from one another, a mass that was not visible in motion -- only in the brief split-millisecond moment that they spent skewering every inch of Aizen's body. Roaring, the sound barrier snapped at the same time as the blades receded, invisible in motion save for the delayed woosh of air as it was blown via force of the unfathomable speed. Stabbed over hundreds of times within the span of the same fraction of a millisecond, Gin also relinquished several pieces of his poison-laced blade whilst Kamishini No Yari delivered its grueling strikes. The terrain that stretched eight miles beyond Aizen Sousuke's husk was now terraformed, flattened, and pulverized into rubble.

Gin lowered Shinso, wakizashi-length once more and notably missing a sizable sliver of steel from the center of its now-bloodied length. Onwards he stepped, needing to near himself to properly activate what awaited within the hundreds of wounds freshly afflicted to the Hollowfied beast. Limb outstretched, yet did not touch, as a empty reenactment commenced with the vacant-spoken words drifting into the air between them.

YOU'RE GONNA DIE WITH A HOLE IN YOUR HEART, JUST LIKE YOU ALWAYS WANTED.

❝ Kill, Kamishini No Yari. ❞

[katiekatdragon27]

Remember how I said I might turn that horror Rayman art into an actual Infection AU? Here it iiiiiiiisssssssss~~

Designs maaaaaay change, but I'm sticking with these for now.

There's a plot for this, so I'm going to give a quick synopsis for it.

"The heart of the world has corrupted, Polokus has become inactive, and a deadly infection has run rampant. It is altering the lums of the world, making them sick. Many have taken matters into their own hands, while many of the Glade's heros have fallen ill to the sickness. There is no clear solution, but many have a feeling that a certain missing nymph may have the answer. Polokus needs his muse back; they just need to find her."

That's enough to not be too spoilery. More to come tho :)

[TW: BODY HORROR, CREEPY THING]

Progress and Rayman stuff under cut:

The infection impacts thingamajigs differently from other creatures of the Glade. Most being (dream and nightmare) turn to mossy stone statues. Others, like the nymphs, are conditionally immune.

Thingamajigs however...

Yeaaaaaaah. Not the best look bro. He needs a snickers.

Also, @rainbow-wolf120 🙄🙄

I'm open to any questions people might have as long as they aren't too spoilerly lol.

Have a lovely day fellas.

[analexthatexists]

so i had one hell of a dream last night

i know i said i was gonna stop talkin' about wreck it ralph but lemme have this one last mention because this revolves around wreck it ralph and yeah

so if i remember correctly, there were these, like, hero's duty people patrolling through The Outlet because "there was a new, dangerous threat/virus in the area", and there was this general commander character that wasn't Calhoun.

So...turns out that virus in question was King Candy, and this is where everything goes to Hell.

TW: Body horror, transformation mention, gore(?), parasite/infection mention (NOTHING VISUAL, ALL OF THIS IS DESCRIPTIVE)

Ok so SUDDENLY, the commander guy's body starts glitching out profoundly and he stumbles forward while the other men with their guns look over. Hard cut to the commander's legs and feet as HE SCREAMS AND HIS BODY DOES SOME RESIDENT EVIL "SKIN BURNING OFF" CRAP ALL WHILE YOU CAN SEE PARTICLES OF, LIKE, CLOTHING AND SKIN HIT THE FLOOR.

and then the camera pans back up to his face and BRO TURNED INTO CYBUG KING CANDY. but like, some of the features were uncannily off; I don't know how, but parts of it just didn't resemble Cybug KC. That, and his head/face was supposed to be Turbo's, but something about it was just... not...right... Not too creepy or scary or anything, it just looked off.

He was cackling and stuff, and as the camera zooms out to reveal the full body, this low-quality voice just screams out saying

I HAVE BEEN RE(BORN?)

(At least I think that's what I heard, but the audio was horrible especially near the end...)

and this isn't even the first time this exact scene plays out. because guess what APPARENTLY THIS ISN'T JUST A ONE-TIME SCENE BECAUSE KING CANDY HAS BECOME A INFECTION OR SOMETHING BECAUSE THE SAME THING HAPPENS TO LIKE TWO OR MORE PEOPLE.

WHAT

THE FRICK?

[yanderesimp2000]

(Im back) alastor x fem Cat demon chap 1/???

This is not sexual/romantic since al is aroace but it is dark he is fond of you but in a master/pet type way this takes place in an alt universe where alastor dosnet go into the Hazbin hotel

TWs: you fate is worse then death, Physical abuse, degradation, fearplay, and everything you expect from alastor, Reader gets angry easy, user does cat stuff

Your life isn't  the greatest even when you are alive your life sucked there's always too much debt and people chasing after you because you're in a Rival gang And one day they just got to you shot you point blank and that's how you ended up here and literal hell trapped in this ugly cat body and even then you got in trouble with loan sharks they just kept chasing you no matter what you did So eventually you got desperate what about the  horror stories of what happens to people who sold their soul but you would do anything to get these loan sharks off your ass the next day you were thinking about who to Sell your soul to but then one of the loan sharks came beat you bloody and took your wallet eventually you were left on the Alley Bleeding Out

As you are blacking out you heard someone coming after you you thought it was one of those loan sharks coming to finish you off you couldn't see you were too weak to open your eyes but you heard a strange voice " oh dear do you need help don't worry I'm not like those cruel evil debt collectors I'm a gentleman and I'm wondering if you want help " before you could even respond to that question he scooped you up in his arms and started caring you somewhere you struggled a little trying to escape thinking whoever this man was he was going to hurt you but he just kept holding you that same static voice came back on again " be careful dear you're wasting energy I'm just making sure you're okay what type of man would I be if I didn't " you try to struggle again but you are too weak too eventually you pass out and wake up on a bed with water next to you and that same man looking at you then you realize who he is the radio demon who massacred Lots of the strongest overlords suppose you going to do to you was he going to kill you hurt you those are you could think about he came up to you and said  " oh I'm glad you're awake I thought you would never wake up if you want to Coma that would be very unfortunate " he then leaned down and started to touch your ears a big sensitive spot of yours he was scratching them gently maybe trying to calm you down but it just got you on edge you slapped his hand away and growls " don't touch there " the demon found your effort amusing and said " oh dear I'm very sorry" he patted your head and said " I'm so sorry that happened to you how could anyone do that to you "

The demon looked down at you that creepy smile still there before he said something again " I have a proposal to make I will keep you safe and protect you from any of those pesky loan sharks coming after you again and you can just do a couple things for me so what do you say do you want to make a deal" you still not wanting to accept but feeling obligated because you are at his Mercy and he is one of the most powerful overlords in hell so none those Loan Sharks would come up after you raised one of your paws and gently put it in his hands another part Of Your hellish existence is that you have no thumbs so you can't really carry anything or grip onto anything plus your just slightly bigger than the average house cat you've only been in hell for a year  and you get how bad it really is the demon grinned an even creepier smile and said " good good you're very smart Kitty " he giggled while rubbing your head this made you mad but you are too weak to speak up about it just didn't have the energy " so I'll just leave you head of rest yell if you need anything " alastor said before walking out the room

1 week later

life with alastor hasn't been so bad your pretty much recovered from your attack and just lounge around his house its weird he hasn't asked much of you and he's gone most of the day so you just do what you want that was until the incident today happened you were lounging on a wooden kitchen island when he walked over to you and started to pet your ears you didn't like it and tried to get up and jump off the counter but he used his other hand to gently keep you on the counter you told him to stop multiple times but he didn't seem to listen eventually you were scared you were gonna start purring which is a sign of weakness for you so after one has scream for his to stop you unscathed your claws and swiped at him skimming his left arm before you hissed and said "DONT TOUCH ME THEIR IM NOT YOUR FUCKING PET" he didn't seem to react other then a light giggle "oh have you forgot the deal we made" suddenly a greenish chain appeared around your neck and he pulled you off the counter senting you falling to the around "ơ̵͈h̷̡̆ ̸͕͋ṁ̷̜y̷̧̛ ̸̗̇n̴̡̽ả̶͖i̸̼͠v̵͉͘e̵̘͂ ̷̨͊l̴̩̒ỉ̷͕t̵̹͐ţ̸͒l̴̮̍e̶͔͝ ̵̡̀k̸̓͜i̷͓͝t̵̫̿ṯ̶̋y̵̦̿ ̶̣̓I̵̤̒ ̵̺̈ŏ̴̡w̵̗̚n̴̢̅ ̶͖͝y̴͍͝ö̵͔́ǘ̶̮ ̷̢̈́ń̵͕o̴̻̒w̸̲̓ ̶̲͠a̴͙̕n̸̻̏d̶̳͠ ̷̛̤I̵̯̔ ̸͙͑c̶̦͂a̸̠͗n̶̯̏ ̸͍͊d̸̜̚o̶̧̾ ̷̿͜w̴̢͘h̷͔͂ä̵̻́ţ̴̿ ̵̬͠I̶̩̐ ̸̹͝w̵̗͑a̴͍͐n̷͍͝t̷̨͐ ̶̳̽w̶͔͝ḯ̴͔t̴̢͑ḧ̷̲́ ̶̲̚y̶̲͑ó̵̫ű̴̲" his voice was horrifying and disturbing he yanked the collar towards him sending you with it, it bruised your neck and you were right by his feet he then picked you up by your scruff and said "d̶̬͊o̵̠͑ ̷͚̚Ḭ̸̂ ̴̙̈́h̵̟̐å̵̱v̸̫̈́ë̴̼́ ̵̳͑ẗ̶̳́o̷̬̚ ̴̯͘r̷̥͛e̴̪͑p̴̈ͅê̸̞ȁ̷͍t̶̤͂ ̴̨͌m̸͂͜ÿ̴̪́s̴̲̓ẽ̵̺l̵͓͒f̸̣́" his voice was low and staticly you were shaking and trembling in fear "y-yy-y-yy-yes" you said in fear his tone changed and he said "good good my dear I don't want to do anything rash to my little pet" he said it nicely but it sounded oddly cruel you were still dangling from the air when he sat down on the couch with you. Then it hit you like a truck you just ruined your life for the rest of etenerinty will just be as a pet you couldn't hold I back you just started crying into him the demon giggled "there there my dear let it all out" you buried your face into his coat and were gripping onto him just crying he seemed to get a sick and cruel pleasure from this he just kept petting you and giggling "every thing will be okay dear just trust me

THE END

Hope y'all liked it my last "first post in 2 weeks" got taken done sooo yeah

How I imagined you crying into him looked like (except you aren't husk lol

[beelsbignaturals]

🦂DEMON FORMS: ASMODEUS 💄

AN: Unfortunately, the concept of hypnosis is a major theme for my OCD so I can't really write him as creepy as I want to. Alas, I tried. Fucked up Asmo supremacy. also I was tryna keep this sfw in terms of *spicy* content bc thats for a different post hehehe. As always, feel free to check out my obey me world building tag for more demon headcanons and since con is over I can work on requests!

Inspiration for this part: literally everyone who has ever drawn Asmo with a scorpion tail like he DESERVES also @noecoded bc they have the BEST Asmo art ever. Also @princessasmosprincess has been such a major help in writing this! ily Michi 😘 thank u for letting me pick ur brain bby

TWs: Bugs (scorpions), mind manipulation, alcohol (part 4), vauge reference to nsfw stuff (part 3), demons being demons, body horror? Maybe?

● Level 1.5. you know, in the Percy Jackson books, how Aphrodite appears as whatever you think is most beautiful? Asmo is kinda like that. Not fully, but if you are more attracted to say, dark hair, he will have darker hair. (Cute note: if you fall in love with him for realsies, this stops happening, and you just see. Him.) Like Belphie, he is alot more… mental with how he freaks people out. Even without hypnotism, if he asks you to do something, you feel like you want to agree. Only Asmo can make you think taking out the garbage when it's his turn is YOUR idea. He glows under blacklights because… scorpion. His teeth look normal from a distance, but up close, you can see how sharp they are. His eyes shift through every possible color, changing each time he blinks. His pupils are heart shaped. He gets cold really easily and will make it everyone's problem.

"MC! I'm going to freeze to death, please, save me!" The overly dramatic Avatar of Lust drapes himself across your lap, intent of using you as a personal space heater. Nights in the Devildom just get so cold! His poor, beautiful heart can't handle the subzero temperatures! And of course the last argument between Levi and Mammon managed to complete destroy the heating system. So it's your solemn duty as Asmo's favorite human (don't tell Solomon) to keep him warm!

● Level 2. His nails get longer and sharper, and even when talking, it sounds like he's singing. If he actually starts singing, you will find yourself dancing or lulled into a false sense of security depending on the song. He actually caused the dancing plague this way! He is capable of using his carapace as a sort of natural corset, controlling each segment to give himself the desired silhouette. Somehow, Asmo is wonderful at knowing exactly what you desire. Not just in a sexual way, he can figure out your ambitions after one conversation. If he decides to talk to you, everything else will kind of...fade away. How can you focus on anything when his eyes fade from pink to purple to blue... What were you talking about again?

Asmo thought the house was empty, that it was safe for him to sing without consequence. Unfortunately, you came home early, which led to the awkward incident where you began dancing the moment you walked inside. At first, you thought you were hit by some curse, screaming in surprise as your body moves on its own. Hearing your shrieks, Asmo rushes downstairs, fussing over you. Luckily, you weren't under his spell long, so when he stopped singing, you stopped dancing. He was very apologetic after that.

● Level 3. He grows several extra limbs on his sides. They are small little insect legs that are basically useless. He likes to annoy his brothers by tickling them with his weird lil bug arms. But otherwise, Asmo is EXTREMELY self conscious about them because bugs aren't stereotypically cute. He can keep his wings bc they are cute. BUT HE ALSO HAS A SCORPION TAIL. The stinger is heart-shaped. It's adorable. It also has venom capable of making you so horny you die! Which is... slightly less adorable.

It was quite the sight, seeing Asmo, shirtless with several small arachnid limbs, covered in a hard exoskeleton as he chases Satan around the house, claiming he needs to be less grumpy. Satan threw a pillow at his brother, causing you to laugh. Bad move. Now Asmo has locked his eyes on his next target. You.

● Level 4. You know how so many Greek monsters are giant creatures with the face of a beautiful woman? That's Asmo. He has the body of a scorpion-if a scorpion was the size of a horse - and face so gorgeous, you might cry or go blind. He sings so sweetly to lure in prey. Basically, he's a siren-scorpion monster from hell! He usually won't take this form because, honestly, he thinks it's ugly. So for the most part you are only going to see a scorpion with Asmo's face scuttling around if he is feeling particularly emotional. Like when he gets a little bit too tipsy and his insecurities plague his mind.

It was rare Asmo would get properly drunk. At least the type of drunk where he is miserable. Usually it's a very... drunk girl in the club bathroom who just LOOOVES your shoes and wants to know who did your eyelash extensions 🥺 sort of energy. So hearing straight up wailing from his room after a long night at the Fall was...unexpected. What was even more surprising, was what you found when you opened his door to try and comfort the demon. A large scorpion with the head of the Avatar of Lust, standing in front of a broken mirror with mascara streaming down his face. You only hesitate a moment before making your presence known. Asmo starts to cry more, sobbing about how terrible he feels having you see him like this. In the form that he considers the definition of ugly. You are quick to reassure him, naming each thing you find beautiful about his more demonic looking self. Like the way his armored body catches the light, reflecting rainbows across each segment. Or how his stinger is heart shaped. Or the fact that even without proper hands, his hair and makeup is still flawless. Aside from minor damage due to his tears. Soon enough, you have a giant scorpion sleeping on your lap like an overgrown cat. You decide not to mention it in the morning.

[theunderscorwolph]

Why do I constantly have the strange unyielding feeling of wanting to bite my flesh off my bones?

[ccasey0]

CORRUPTED!!

Wooo! gonna get this done with since these guys are super hard to explain. I do have some references so that'll help i think

Before i get into this, TW!!! Blood, gore, horror, uhhh body horror? creepy stuffs. it's sort of as bad as it sounds this time.

alrighty. So Corrupted are the result of a lab experiment that was meant to make trees produce more oxygen, but someone tampered with the trees and they began to grow faster and mass produce strange spores. the spores spread all throughout the area that the lab was at, and started to infect other trees as well. with basically a whole forest making these toxic spores, you can imagine the stuff spread like a weed. and the world's fate was sealed when it reached the first cemetery. immediately, the ground began to shift as corpses broke out of their coffins. their bodies became mutated and their bones cracked and were sealed back together with new corrupted flesh in horrid, backwards joints and uneven limbs. they instantly began attacking people, ripping their bodies to shreds and leaving only their hearts intact. it wasn't long before the new corpses were corrupted as well. people started hunkering down in bunkers and running to the military for protection. the whole world was in chaos within a few months. finally, some of the last few safe countries like japan, most of the UK, ect. began sending out supplies to some of the military bases that were established by all the different countries. although they didn't last long. most of the bases were walled off camps or underground bunkers. the bunkers lasted for a while, but the camps all had floodlights or some kind of illumination that the corrupted were attracted to because light. the longer the bases had outside lights, the more the corrupted tried to get into them. it didn't take too much time for those camps to fall. eventually, some of the last living world leaders managed to gather in one spot and discuss what to do. they decided on dividing the world into a bunch of different sectors. since most of the countries in the world had turned into corrupted playgrounds, it wasn't too hard to just establish new borders. there were no more countries. just different sectors. the sectors were all named after the largest or most prominent city or country that was still standing inside of them. examples being the New York sector, the Japanese Sector, the Tula Sector, ect. Ill get into the safe zones more later, but as for the corrupteds, have some pictures. all of these were drawn originally by me:D

i just drew these ones, so they are kinda lazy lol.

but these ones are older and, in my opinion, much better

these next ones are my first concept designs, so they suck. but imma include them anyway cause i dont have enough images of these guys or references -_-

tada!! i hope this makes enough sense to ya'll. if you have anymore questions, just ask cause i'll be very happy to answer :)

more info on the Au can be found here!