#tw meat imagery

[noxchievous]

Banger art i made of my fursona some time ago.... rlly good reblog immediately!!

[purplemang0z]

I love angsty stuff :D

[gongedtornado]

afraid.

[chamaleonsoul]

The Salt Grows Heavy, Cassandra Khaw (2023)

"There is nothing wrong with being a monster."

Their mouth bends. "You always know the right things to say."

[boardsofdesires]

☆ ☆ ☆ || ☆ x ☆ || ☆ ☆ ☆

@aredeemantagonist here you go love <3

[pixelpathogen]

[inky-evergreen]

The 2nd sleep paralysis demon is now here!

I just want to let you know that these are like entities that live in Anthonys' head, not like real things (well they're based on real things but you know what I mean). Also, all of the paralysis demons help each other out by making my boy suffer like sharing their "powers". Anyway enough with that lengthy intro meet Mother Williams! The embodiment of Insecurities and Self Loathing.

[starbornrei]

Did I cook?

"I want to feel your skin tear as my nails dig into your soft, supple, sun-lacking flesh, feel it rip beneath my rough fingers. I want my digits to delve into your blushing, bleeding muscles. Feel them give into my relentless probing.

I want to peel you open, your sweetness coating my hands, my lips, the inside of my mouth, my chin, my neck, making my fingers sticky and smell sickly. I'd smell of you.

Hook my fingers underneath your pith and pull, leave you bare and shivering. Sink my teeth into your sweat-ridden neck. It's like marble. It unhinges my jaw, moulding it to make it fit only you, ruining me for anyone else.

It will be messy and it will feel as if I have been starving for years.

When i pull away, I will be stained with your ichor, dripping from my lips like the finest wine that I will never be granted the right to taste again."

[brainrot-stitch]

This is the void btw

It knows things I dont☹️and also watches me. Tone indicator slash negative style

[goremet-chef]

"that damn dogs still runnin' around out there..."

my son!!!! this is a dog i saw in a dream back in like 2021. he was missing his leg and was kinda gored in parts? but he wasnt in any pain. and his head was a skull n he carried his leg around.

the dream itself was scary for me so he was like the comforting part of it, love him sm

heres the old old art of him!!!!! im havin fun making horror characters and wanted to do somethin spooky with him

also heres a version with a less vhs shit so you can see better

NOT MUCH but a bit, hes running so i motion blurred the shit out of him which is FUNNY cuz i put a lot of time into his like. fur n shit SKFSJF

[clumzycrowz]

if u point out anatomy mistakes ill cry

(( click for better quality ))

[carlbrutananadilewskifan]

セレン

[one-hell-of-a-showtime]

Some emojis from emoji kitchen that I like I guess idk TwT.

1/2

Tw: artistic(?) blood, eyes, meat, bones

[calicorobin]

couldnt decide whether the meat png made the image worse or not so heres both versions

[sapphicslaylist]

On Borrowed Paths: A Tiny!STP Fanfic

Putting this one up as the full navigation for the fic since there's quite a number of chapters to this one! Designs by me; lovely character lineup by @feraljayce !

Plot: This is a Borrowers/Secret World of Arrietty STP Crossover (note: you do not need to be familiar w Borrowers to read) which focuses on a world where the princesses are mouse-sized and struggling to survive a world pitted against them. When seeking shelter from Quiet's abode, all parties involved begin to entangle themselves with shared pasts and an uncertain future at the hands of humanity. This fic is heavy, but intended to focus on trauma & recovery in a realistic manner. Please take care when reading if the below are sensitive topics.

Fic TWs: Cannon-Typical Violence, Black Markets, Dehumanization, Animal Death, Genocidal Themes, Detailed PTSD, Mithridatism (Self-Poisoning), Prisoner-of-War Imagery, Manic Episodes, Minor Character Death, Suicidal Ideation, Predator/Prey Imagery, Cannibalistic Elements, Internalized Ableism. All are well-researched & handled respectfully.

On Tumblr:

Chapter 1: Eye of the Raven

Chapter 2: Gladiators

Chapter 3: An Awkward Meat-Cute

Chapter 4: Death's Echo

Chapter 5: The Scorpion's Tonic

Chapter 6: Borrowing Trouble

Chapter 7: Stillness Interrupted

Chapter 8: Under Capture, Under Siege

Chapter 9: Beneath The Brine

Chapter 10: Markets and Mealtimes

Chapter 11: TBD

More:

Full Fic On AO3

Borrower Taxonomy

STP Lore Recontext Notes

[lullabyes22-blog]

Snippet - Fusion - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Jinx, no...

tw: gore, disturbing imagery

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

"That will be the least of our problems if the Void eats her!"

"Not eat. Fuse."

"What?"

At the same time, Vi breathes, "Sweet fucking Janna."

The two men's stares flick her way. As one, they refocus on Jinx.

She has stirred. Her hands, clasped over her nape, unfold. A tiny sigh, like a child sated with sugar, escapes her. Then her head turns, and something bruise-dark peeks at them from between the nebulous blue veil of her hair.

"You came," she whispers.

The blackness of her eyes is absolute.

Vi's heart forgets to beat. Her lungs forget to breathe. In a matter of bells, her sister has gone from a mystifying enigma, to a maddening brat, to a halfway recognizable girl, to—to this. A changeling saturated in darkness.

"Jinx," Vi says, barely recognizing her own voice. "It's me. It's Vi. I'm here."

"I know," Jinx purrs. "I've been waiting."

She uncoils from her pose. It is the slow, sinuous movement of a cobra rising. When she stands, her body is a cobra's too: all lithe muscle and supple grace. She is bare from waist-up; just a pair of shorts and knee-high boots. The rest of her is all curves and angles. Her clavicles and hipbones jut like axeblades; her ribs flex like fingers against the skin.

It is the body of a girl on the cusp of womanhood—the body Vi herself once had.

It is also the body of an ancient deity: carved from marble and imbued with primordial hate. There is something luminous about her nudity. Every exposed inch gleams, iridescent, as if dusted with stars. Adrenalized sweat, Vi realizes. Her sister is drenched in it. Even from the distance, Vi can see the rapid pulse beating in her neck. Her pulse is in overdrive; she's jacked up on more than adrenaline. Something dark and primal is riding her, and it is ravenous.

It is the Hex-gem.

It nestles, equidistant, between her breasts. Not on a pendant, but embedded in a bloody starburst right into living flesh. The ragged edges of muscle ringing the wound have a crystalized gleam, like the crusty redness of a steak from the deepfreezer. No blood pulses from the hole. That's how Vi understands it's not a wound at all.

It is a fusion. A melding of meat and magic.

The Void is taking root inside Jinx's body. And it's using the gem as its vector.

"Jinx," Vi says, throat a knot. "What the fuck have you done?"