#tw gore ?

[blackberry-s0da]

Commission for @owlways-sleepy, thank you! 🎣

[marskiiii]

am i late? maybe

[newtkelly]

alternative s8 timeline where buck doesn’t push gerrard at the end of buzzkill. he bleeds out on the station floor. this sets off a completely alternate chain of events, and buck is absolutely haunted by the idea that he could have saved him—but he knows there’d be a catch. see, he has to live with the gore, the guilt, the memory of that moment, but he has tommy to lean on. they make sense of it together. the horror brings them closer, it exposes the depth of their love. but buck can���t help it. he has this weird feeling in the peach pit of his gut that if he had been able to shove the captain out of the way, had he narrowly escaped witnessing the brutality of gerrard’s gruesome death, he’d have to sacrifice something else. he holds tommy close at night, cause he knows. deep down he knows. it would have been tommy leaving instead.

[pekoposting]

some peko doodles i've done over the past year, ft. my two main artstyles

[venelona]

Cult of the Lamb DTIYS for @skyartworkzzz 💜 It was hella fun to do!!

[that-g3-artist]

Thought I'd put all of my pristine cut countdown pieces in one place :) i'm genuinely proud of myself for finishing all of them lmao

[clartidk123]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Run rabbit run rabbit

Run run run

[westaysilly]

gift.

click for better qualityy >__< (please!!)

doodles under the cut! :-)

swap au by @/Helado_jpg on twt x) !!

[unvexes]

hand in unlovable hand.

[honkceasar]

Whoopsie daisy!!!

[double--hh]

I REMADE THEIR SPRITES RAHHHHGHH

below the cut are some dopples, tw for gore!!

edit, shoutout to @generalissimomayhem for the inspo, fixed the one dopple :3c

[shortcakeart]

Contender for most metal warrior cats line

[s0lar-ch3ri]

LOOK AT MY FREAK WEEK FIC BOY (CANNIBALISM) (INVOLVES MENTIONS OF GUTS, BLOOD, AND OTHER SHIT LIKE THAT) ("a mouth to bite with; wouldnt your corpse just look so nice?")

It’s bad. Very bad. Vyncent halfway is understanding the words here. He’s found little to nothing to eat, and most has been purged only minutes after consumption. His throat is clawing its way out. It needs something it can process. Something like home. Something that he can survive and live with, because the gods know even their place in the terrain was due long ago.

His eyes, hurting from just how different the light here was, lock onto someone. A random passerby. His head hurts. His stomach hurts. His teeth are itching for something. They’re just right there. He didn’t know them. It’d cause him no harm. It’d be fine.

He remembers this feeling too well. It’s not his first time. Vyncent remembers many a time the hunger would hit him, never just was this needed for survival. He knew what skin could taste like. He’s wrapped his tongue around things that were just too humanoid for comfort. He knows how blood is meant to taste. It felt wrong on those rare occasions he indulged, washing his mouth from the tastes. It was never wrong, it wasn’t right, it was just more food. Just more food.

He wiped his watering mouth.

He was not the worst at stealth. He however was not aware how loud he could be, his ears feeling filled with water. They turned around just as Vyncent wrapped his fingers around them. They were a bit shorter than him, a struggle at it too. Rounded ears that barely jut out from the face, and shrunken eyes with rounder pupils. They were smaller then what he knew them to be, he figured it was a fear response. He normally had a half mask as to block out the strange air, but he dragged it down, accidentally catching a lick of his carnivorous teeth, sharpened and ready for this moment, hungry.

In the small area between the tall and strangely constructed figures, the dark surrounded them, one where he felt most comfortable, the light shining at him better with the setting sun. It felt earlier than what he was used to, but everything here is not what he’s used to. The person struggles in his arms. He finds it may be best to start with a blade. Might have protection or be poisonous.

He bites in.

It is not the flesh he knows. The taste difference is minimal, but there. The path to the bone feels less blocked. The meat inside is less thick. Feels like the arm is thinner. Of course, his path starts at the shoulders, sinking in his jaws. The fabric is minimal bother for him, he tears through easily as he pulls back, flesh coming with. As he spits out the fabric, he sees the blood spurt out like a fountain. He wipes his mouth, he knows he’s not done yet.

They do what Vyncent can only assume is yelling. As they try to flee, he grips their arm, flipping them over his head and onto the floor. He hears the faintest crack as their legs hit stone. Tears stream their face, looking behind Vyncent at the world there he never understood. Holding this arm and on a knee, he bites into the wrist, hitting bone quickly. He manages to almost tear off the hand, yanking off the little bits left attached. They’re stuck in fear as they watch him use his teeth to hold onto bone and remove them out, eating what’s left. He feels weak pushes and loud screams as he goes for the motherload. Wielding his dagger, he plunges it into the chest and cuts up, getting the full thing. He rips the cut wide open with his hands. He pulls out guts that seem different than regular ones and rips off flesh bits from the opened wound. He can taste the blood. It had a more distinct metallic taste. It wasn’t too horrid. The meat held good value in its texture for sure. He couldn’t help but to dig in, he was hungry, and you don’t waste good food.

As they scream, its words that bounce off his ears, cries that are left to unknowing ears. One may say it felt wrong, the way his teeth could so easily pierce the flesh as he tore out chunks and pieces. Maybe a bit of a shiver went down his back as he looked in eyes that lost shine, chewing down scraps of skin to satiate something. It couldn’t have been any rewarding, as he heard drowned what he could figure were concerns through ringing ears, loud sounds behind that he thinks were attached to the strange metal beasts. He had to go. It felt strange to hold someone once more, even if they felt slightly off and were not breathing anymore. He knew he couldn’t just leave it here. He’d get hungry again.

He’d need to carve a way to survive again.

[akamavarii]

avery posting jumpscare

[cryptidbait]

Kombatember Day 10: Fatal Blow

[genesisvirus]

some folks we don't draw enough lmao