#tw descriptions of gore

[lorespill]

My Bloodline Will Die With Me

Finally, my first fanfiction! This is a somewhat angsty, plot-focused rendition of Final Destination: Bloodlines but Erik survives and tries to keep his cousins and Aunt Darlene safe.

(bonus art i made for this fanfic bc i could :D)

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Waking Up Is Harder Than It Seems

The first thing Erik noticed when he woke up was the smell.

The chemical smell was almost overwhelming. It filled his sinuses and clouded his head, making him dizzy and nearly knocking him back into unconsciousness.

Despite the smell, he realized he was breathing through his parted mouth, not his nose. Ow, his nose. He didn’t dare try to breathe through his nose, that was gonna suck for sure. Well, not that he could even if he tried. The next thing Erik noticed was a scratchy gauze fastened over his nose, completely covering his nostrils.

Erik knew he was laying in a bed, and he knew that he had to still be in the hospital. But where was everyone else? Where was Bobby? As much as he wanted to fall back asleep, Erik needed answers.

Erik slowly opened one eye and was immediately flooded with the sterile brightness of a hospital room. He squinted through the overwhelming whites and tried to take in his surroundings better. As he shifted himself to lean against his pillows instead of laying flat on the bed, he sensed some movement approaching him.

A woman’s face entered his vision, eyes soft yet professional. She was dressed in a nurse’s uniform.

“Erik? Erik Campbell? Are you conscious? Blink if you can hear me.”

Erik didn’t really want to blink. He wanted to ask her a hundred questions, but his voice wouldn’t work yet, so he blinked. He found his eyes began to adjust better to the hospital room, so maybe blinking was for the best.

“Excellent. You’re doing great. You’ve been in a… strange accident, to say the least.”

Yeah, no kidding, Erik thought.

“I know you must have some questions–and frankly, so do I–but you shouldn’t push yourself right now and you should get some more rest. I’m Nurse Sun, and here’s a call bell you can use in case you need anything–”

Oh, no, this woman isn’t leaving me yet. There was one thing Erik needed to know right now. He opened his mouth and coughed, clearing his dry throat as much as he could.

“Mr. Campbell, please don’t try to–”

“—Bobby?” was all Erik managed to get out before he fell into a coughing fit. Well, that was embarrassing.

Nurse Sun looked at him with concern and produced a glass of water with a straw from his bedside table, guiding it to Erik’s mouth. He grabbed the glass and flicked the straw aside, sipping some water directly from the glass in an effort to relieve his throat.

“Bobby…?” Nurse Sun finally asked, seeking some clarification from Erik’s question.

Yeah, this was annoying. How on earth was he gonna ask this woman he’d never met before that he needed to know if his little brother didn’t get himself killed from an allergic reaction?

Erik’s memory began to recall more of what happened before landing in this bed.

He remembered seeing how scared Bobby was at the idea of having Death relentlessly chase him. He remembered how there was no way he was gonna let his little brother end up like Dad or Julia. He remembered getting him those (not unsalted) peanut butter cups from the vending machine. He remembered seeing him eat them and begin to struggle breathing. He wanted to stab him with his EpiPen then and there because he could see how much it hurt. Even though Bobby was bigger than Erik, he looked so small and scared, which only made killing him more painful for Erik, but he had to make sure Bobby died before bringing him back, so that he could be safe from Death for good.

But then… The MRI machine turned on. And Erik’s piercings all flew out. Each one ripped out his flesh and sent burning pain through his skin. Erik tried to hold them in, but he only had two hands–not enough for all his piercings. Maybe he should have taken them out after the incident at the tattoo parlour…

Erik remembered dropping the EpiPen while trying to hold his piercings in, and Bobby leapt for it. Erik, despite his pain, knelt down and tried to grab the EpiPen away from him. Erik didn’t know why–it was instinct, it was part of his plan to keep Bobby away from his lifeline.

He should’ve let Bobby have the EpiPen, since things were already going wrong.

The last thing he remembered was a wheelchair flying towards them.

“Erik?”

Erik turned his eyes back on the nurse, who now had a grave look.

“Bobby… He was the boy who was with you?”

Erik felt a sharp sense of unease and dread. He tried his voice again, which came through easier now, thanks to the water. “Yeah. My brother.”

“Your brother? Oh, I’m so sorry. He… he didn’t make it.”

No. “No. No.” Erik’s face twitched and he shook his head in disbelief. Bobby can’t be gone. They had a plan. He was going to flatline, which was risky, sure, but they were in a hospital. It was the best place to save his life, so what went wrong–?

“I heard noises coming from the room you two were in and metal items were flying for the door. I walked in and saw you bleeding from your head on the ground and Bobby was beside you, sticking an EpiPen in his thigh. There was a wheelchair that was stuck in the MRI machine–I have no idea what you two were doing in there but that machine should not have been on.”

So Erik must have gotten knocked out by that wheelchair when he knelt down to Bobby. Good thing he wasn’t standing, or else he might’ve gotten caught by that wheelchair and–well, ouch. “So then what happened?”

The nurse cleared her throat hesitantly. “Bobby noticed me in the doorway. He stood up, asking me to help you. Then… out of nowhere a coil from the vending machine behind me flew out towards him. Went right through his…” Nurse Sun’s eyes darkened and she pointed at her head.

Erik stared at the nurse after her recount of what happened. He let out a breathy scoff. So Bobby was dead. Gone. He was never gonna see his little brother grow up.

Death really was relentless.

Nurse Sun now avoided Erik’s eyes. “To be honest, I wasn’t sure what to make of the situation at first. Admittedly, I freaked out and three other people rushed into the room, calling out to you two. I suppose they were friends, or family?”

“I came here with my cousins and aunt…” Erik traced his heart brand, which still stung from the fire at his tattoo parlour from yesterday. He was still trying to comprehend what Nurse Sun just told him. To think that what happened with Dad, Julia, and the tattoo parlour was insane enough, but now Bobby?

Nurse Sun let out a long sigh. “Is this a lot? I think it’s a lot. To be honest, I really shouldn’t have told you all of this yet, but surprisingly you are taking this in better than… most, I would guess.”

Erik mustered up an expression that said something along the lines of: Lady, you wouldn’t believe the week I had.

Nurse Sun shockingly might have gotten the gist of Erik’s internal dialogue, because she raised one eyebrow and leaned back. “Interesting life you must have,” she muttered.

The door opened and a tall man with long white hair and a long white coat walked in with a clipboard. Nurse Sun immediately straightened up and turned to him. Clearly, this man was his doctor.

“Hello, Mr. Erik Campbell,” the doctor said, his tired eyes flicking between his clipboard and Erik. This guy clearly needed some coffee. “I’m Dr. Frances, I see you’ve already met Nurse Sun. Are you able to talk?”

Erik opened his mouth and simply said “Yeah. Ow.”

“I can imagine. To give you a brief rundown of your condition, you had a concussion from the wheelchair striking your head. It did give you a deep gash in your temple region, but we patched that up just fine. Nonetheless, you will need some rest from any hardcore physical activity so you don’t make your concussion worse.”

Erik raised a hand to his bandaged temple tentatively. Wow, Erik thought. Despite that wonderful summary, it still felt worse than it sounded. Bobby got a concussion once from a brutal football game, but Erik was never aware of how much it sucked.

“As for your… Smaller injuries…” Dr. Frances glanced at Erik’s nose and ears. Ah yes, his spontaneous piercing-removal procedure. Fun.

“We disinfected those wounds and patched them up as best we could. We can provide you with some painkillers if you would like them. All in all, we have managed to stabilize most of your injuries, so as long as you don’t have any more accidents, you can make a full recovery in two to three weeks.”

Two to three weeks? Yeah feel free to wrap me in bubble wrap while you’re at it, Doc, Erik bitterly thought to himself.

His recap done, Dr. Frances tucked the clipboard under his arm and nodded to Erik. “You can expect to be discharged tomorrow. Good day, young man,” he said before shuffling out of the room. Well, all things considered, Dr. Frances seemed like a pretty good doctor. Erik appreciated his straightforwardness.

Nurse Sun got up from her seat and gave Erik a quick smile. “I know you’ve been through a lot, but you should get some sleep. We’ll contact your family to let them know how you’re doing.”

His family. “Wait,” he called out to Nurse Sun. “How long have I been here?”

She glanced at the clock, which read 3:56. “It’s almost 4 AM right now. I don’t know when you arrived, but we picked you up around eight hours ago.”

He’d been out for at least eight hours? Was Death still after the rest of his family? Were they still alive? What did they do about Bobby?

Despite Erik not getting all the answers to his questions, the information he got was still enough to fill Erik with exhaustion. He really needed some sleep. Since the incident at the tattoo parlour and Julia's accident, he hadn’t gotten much rest. The nurse walked away, wishing him a good sleep and dimming the lights in his room. Erik sunk into his pillow and closed his eyes.

The last thing Erik thought of before drifting off was Bobby’s outstretched hand towards him.

[doostyaudi]

Ok yea so like i made these guys like a few weeks ago. I drew em on my computer :p

I have ideas of what to do for most of the sprunki cast, tho my motivation was lost lol

If u want some examples: gray. I would've done the same thing to him that i did to wenda, except to a lesser extreme and his horns would have gotten longer and no longer resemble cat ears

Tunner. I had the idea of having his arms tied to his neck, possibly to his legs too so everytime he moved the ropes would get tightened. He got shot in the head so he's kinda brain dead but is forced to be alive, so he'd look absolutely soulless and hopeless

OWAKCX would be burnt on his exposed flesh and parts of his skin infused into itself, immobilizing certain parts of himself. Owakcx is a very high energy guy and i thought it would make sense if he looked like living burnt rubber, that kind of thing

I have many more ideas but i rather not write a whole essay on here lol. If u want to know more feel free to ask!

[ballpit-offical]

I mean if you keep anyone in here long enough they'll never escape, and either turn into an entity or meet an untimely death leaving only their corpse to slowly rot and be consumed

Welcome to the ballpit, there’s no going back now :))

I forgot to put my main here oops my mains @roxygen17

Do not bring Officalverse-offical here Pls, some comments she has made make me extremely uncomfortable, and I would prefer to not interact with her.

[saturnray]

Today I am thinking of the deer I saw on the road.

I was in the car, next to my mom, driving back from my very first time at a support group for teens with dead parents or family members.

it was smeared twenty feet,

organs and blood and eyeballs and all.

it hadn't been in the road on the drive to our location, and only was seen after an hour and a half of discussing what we would say to our dead parents if they suddenly appeared in front of us.

and suddenly I knew the answer.

"that's horrible. it's fresh, too. it's probably still warm."

and I knew what my mom would say

"it's probably still warm." She echoed.

there is more poetry there I cannot yet find, because the idea is too raw.

it's horrible. it's fresh, too. it's probably still warm.

[kalpeavaris]

To Be Among Stars

Find the story on AO3

(sadly, tumblr acts like like the AO3 URL itself is 'not a complete link' despite working just fine when send to other people or used as hyperlink, so this will have to do-)

Some doomed Jessa, a one-shot I wrote :] This is not canon to the other MD AUs/stories I have, so no worries- anything happening in the one-shots stay in the one-shots.

This one in particular experiments with the "What If" scenario of J not surviving her injuries aquired in the fall she took in the final battle against the Solver - and how it'll end for her.

Please heed the tags/warnings. o7

[genderlesspersonx]

Tw: mentions/topics of animal death, description of gore (kinda), subjects of death, mild description of traumatic experiences, trauma art (blood and a bit of gore included)

Yesterday i saw a black cat run across the street. I knew this cat. I've seen it often running around in the bushes. I also pet it a few times.

Today around 7:40 AM it was dead. It's insides across the street all bloody. It traumatized me and I've been distressed the whole day. Couldn't focus on anything and zoomed out constantly.

Normally I don't have a problem with seeing dead things but seeing this kitten looking like it's stomach exploded gave me flashbacks of past traumas (my first 2 cats got hit by a car) and a new trauma. The whole day i was thinking about what the owners of the cat felt when their found their beloved pet like that on the street. The kitten was still very long and could've lived way longer.

But seeing this also distressed me bc i also had a dream about dead animals that night and someone trying to murder me and my family (I'm not going to describe the dream as it would be too long and probably too graphic).

I've also been thinking about death a lot recently. Not like my own death, but much rather about the death of my beloved ones. My family, friends, pets, etc. I'm not scared of my own death but I'm scared of the death of the people around me. Mainly about my pets recently because there are a lot of dead rats lying on the streets in and outside our village and a few days ago a dead dog was found in a field.

I'm so scared that moppi and Garfield could die anytime soon. They are the cats that have lived the longest with me. I've had moppi since 2017 or 2018 and Garfield around 2021 or 2022. I've bonded with them more than with my other 3 cats I've had before and I'd be lying if I'd say I don't feel some kind of guilt even though their deaths wasn't my fault. But to me it would feel like that i loved moppi and Garfield more than eddie, ignatz and örni even though i love them all equally the same.

But what also made it traumatic for me was that I've figured out how i died as a cat in my past live. One of my theriotypes is a black mainecoon cat. I never knew how i lost my life as one but i was pretty sure i was killed by a car or something (but never was 100% sure). I got flashbacks and memory shifts that were new to me (but not nice ones). Walking across the road, worrying about nothing until a big engine with bright lights hits you in seconds, not even having the time to run away or figuring out what is happening, until it all went black.

Theriantropy isn't always nice as a lot of people say. As you can see it can also be really traumatic depending on your experience

When I'm coping with something i draw it because i know the paper I'm drawing on won't and can't judge me for my feelings.

It's just scrabbled but it's not meant to be beautiful. It's meant to be meaningful.

I couldn't bring myself today to finish cat drawing requests or any of my art that includes cats. The only thing i was able to do today was draw this.

[just-an-emo-fsh]

Two and a Half Angels

Chapter 1: My Angel Baby

Summary: Kelly Kline was prepared to die to birth her son Jack into the world. But when she wakes up in the room where she was to die, she panics, holding her newborn in her arms, wondering what happened.

Tags: Canon Divergent, baby!Jack, What-If?, Season 12 finale reimagined, tw: blood, tw description of violence, major character death

Word count: 1,358 words

A/N: This is probably the most twisted fic to spawn in my head (so far). However, I still wanted to share it with you all. :) Will be working on this intermittently, though mainly when I am taking breaks from my other fic. Enjoy!

Read Now on AO3!

[daily-airimomoi-vitamins]

[As you learned more, you have more and more...questions. You didn't want your mind to wander thinking about them, so it's better to ask now]

"What...what have you been giving me...giving all your customers?"

Oh? I presume you're referring to my vitamins?

[you nodded, a stark expression cemented on your face]

Well...this is still a pharmacy...when you walk through those doors, you do see cough syrups, pain killers, allergy medications...hah, I even sell flowers..How funny is that?

"that's not what I'm talking about."

..mgh...I know. You're talking about my vitamins. Well, they're just like any other! Plain and simple really.

You for one...should be very familiar with their side effects.

"...wh...what are they made of."

Vitamins

"N-No..like. what's in them"

v..vitamins????? like. Vitamin D!!! or...Vitamin C!!!

"No!! the ingredients."

v-

"say vitamins and I won't be the only one ending up in that meat grinder."

..

I mean, I wasn't planning to have only you, but...our other guest hasn't arrived yet~

[what the fuck?]

"the fuck does that mean"

Nothing. ^_^

[you clenched your fist because GOD...how annoying could someone be!?]

[you need to move on]

"You what I'm asking about. Explain. Now"

hmmmm you're no fun....

[The pharmacist started to walk around you once more, rolling her eyes]

alright, I'll 'explain'

[She put air quotes around 'explain', no good sign...]

I told you just now, Grief takes on many different forms...and I had also told you, it's like a drug.

You'll get addicted to the pain and constant grieving...so much so you'll forget you're even in despair.

...

"..That..didn't explain anything????"

[The pharmacist looked down, silent for a second. You always hated these moments, the moments where she seemed humane]

..Do you know how hearts work?

"..huh?"

I said, do you know how hearts work?

"I-I mean, I get the jist of it..w-what does this have anything to do with my qu-"

Its so funny, Peac-.

[The pharmacist stopped talking. She was silent again, before picking herself back up with a smile]

Mm...

Its so funny...the human heart. Everyone portrays it as a symbol of love...and care and compassion and the center of everyone's emotions...but it's just an organ, really. Everything is just a gear in the giant ticking clock that is your short lifespans. If anything, your brain holds more than your heart.

...

You should know how a broken heart feels.

[I don't want to]

You should, shouldn't you?

[No no]

Fleshy and warm, all before it's death. It turns cold, becomes useless.

..well not entirely.

[She faced away, her shoulders raising in a giggle]

mmm..haha....ha...

[The distance in her tone felt unwe-]

[oh.]

[as you were thinking, she pulled something out from a drawer near the machine]

[it was.. fleshy]

[you could see the open veins and dried blood on it, the places where the valves used to connect]

[no. nono no no no]

"..."

[you let her words sink into your mind]

[Grief...is like a drug. It was this entire time. Her, ]

[..Your grief.]

[you felt disgusted with yourself for letting this happen. You. Oh god oh god. The more you thought the worse it got. Detailed scenarios started to play out in your head, things you wished you'd never have to think about. You. Oh nonono no you don't want to think about this. You want to move on from this]

[I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on I want to move on]

You seem...ill. Is everything okay? Hm?

[She spoke with a condescending tone, as if you were some useless, grieving child. A moody teen, someone to be looked after like a toddler. It made you furious.]

[you were angry...at her, and her, and...yourself. You.]

[You.]

[..]

[me.]

[The pathetic excuse of remains of a human heart lay in the pharmacist's hand]

[normystical]

if you comment under literally any video of a tv head "wow haha it looks like [popular character]" you deserve to be boiled alive and fed to your family as i slowly rip their gizzards apart with my bare teeth and coat your dearest belongings and assets with their shredded entrails. btw

[achronicmasochist]

tw: homicidal thoughts

the urge to simply scratch and claw and bite someone(/dir) until their shrill screams finally fade into a blissful silence and their body is completely unrecognizable- dripping with blood as i watch their eyes grow hollow, plastered into a final look of regret as the tears begin to dry to their face….

[doostyaudi]

It's so obvious that the sprunki fandom does not understand the true horrors of body horror. The main horror isn't from how "scary" the designs look, it's from how the design reflects the character.

What's the point in using body horror if the character doesn't become a grotesque mess of all their traumas, their fears, their hatred, ect. Get more creative PLEASE

If you want an example ill give you one

What if in the (fanmade) 3rd phase, Simon wasn't just Mouth Get Bigger, but what if his upper half became a mouth. Hes skinnier, his teeth grind and clamp down against each other, thick saliva uncontrollably pouring from his mouth. He is hungry. He will forever be hungry

Isn't that more scary? Yea it might not be visually horrifying, but narratively it does SOMETHING....

Just sayin

[doorman-official]

oh fuck- AH

*she held her chest as she coughed up a liter of blood, her eyes widened as her body was lit up with a burning and oh so loud pain.*

Oh elders- I- *wretch* I’m not making it am I-I

*her eyes went far away as her brain disintegrated first, falling down brain dead and dying*

[eyesstillbleeding]

I feel like I've been stabbed in the stomach and all my viscera has been ripped out. I'm in the final moments of my life

[fenns-atlas]

getting online therapy TM is so wacky because.like. Hello yes random woman on the internet with a degree. Hi yeah I’m worried about one million different things. Oh ya I try to write about that. Oh haha you can post writing on this app? No I’m not sure that my writing is appropriate. Yeah it’s pretty dark ahaha. Yeah. If I post my little silly story about this guy’s body dissolving as he takes a shower. Uh. Yeah I think I’ll get canceled.

[the-lunacy-system]

FLYING. CLUMP. OF. FLESH.

[the-sonic-crew]

pulls sonic out of his tank because WTF other anon

/Another TW/

His body has burns and his once blue spines and fur, is now stained with blood and red flesh. He twitches and cries painfully in the Anon's arms, struggling to try and get away, no longer trusting any Anons.