#tw open wounds

[i-can-not-art]

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

[pansy-picnics]

Happy halloween vampire au is back who cheered

[justdrawlynn11]

Tw: A small bit of Robot gore:

Okay so-

I’ve kinda been a bit of a constant listener of this song since I discovered it via this cool animatic-

And I wanted to put my own spin on one of the lines, specifically an angsty spin-

(Note: It’s established that Sun and Moon do NOT see each other as related in MaSm)

[magnusthepuppet]

your heart is still beating

*click for better quality*

walten files redraw !!! there are a couple of scenes i’d like to remake (car crash, molly and edd at the window, molly and edd in wonderland) but this is the one i chose to start with. poor susan 🤪

[circusclowne]

// tw open wound, gore? and ii spoilers

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ii15 doodles (it's all taco related)

[critterishere]

I drew this when my pain meds didn’t kick in,,, I should draw him crying and sobbing and throwing up more❤️

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Draco Malfoy, twelve years old, who sees his father sneak a small book into eleven year old Ginny Weasley’s cauldron at the bookshop.

Draco, who recalls seeing it before at the Manor and knows very well this book is important for the Dark Lord.

Draco, who steals the book back and sneaks it into his pocket while his father isn’t watching.

Fast forwards a few years to Draco’s sixth year at Hogwarts, when he’s on his mission to assassin Dumbledore, a task he’s been given by the Dark Lord himself.

Draco Malfoy, who gets caught in the hallways one night and dragged by the ear into professor Slughorn’s ongoing party, at the hands of Filch. Draco, who overhears a snippet of Snape’s conversation with Slughorn and Harry Potter himself.

Draco, who can’t help but gain suspicion when he learns that Harry Potter is suddenly a master in potion making, which would explain how he managed to win the Polyjuice potion earlier that year…

Draco, who remembers sneaking a glance at Potter’s Potions book and seeing scribbles all over it, and slowly connecting the dots.

Another suspicious book at the hands of Harry Potter. Draco suddenly worrying about the horrors the things written in this book could do…

Draco realising that he could use said horrors to his advantage, and at the same time manage to steal the book from Potter and make sure he won’t do anything he’ll regret with it (not that Draco’s worried, or anything. Simply curious.)

Draco, who one way or another manages to steal the book one day, flipping through the pages while his eyes widen.

Draco finding a curse he definitely wouldn’t mind to use…

And then…

Drarry microfic (Angst) by @yourlocalbadgerscales ~ Sectumsempra

“I know you’re up to something, Malfoy!”

Draco spins around, suddenly alarmed by the voice behind him, a voice he knows more than well… he doesn’t even have the time to wipe the tears off of his face as he turns his back to the sink.

“Tell me.” Potter slowly takes a few steps further into the bathroom, and when Draco grabs a hold of his wand and points it at his face, at those unfairly green eyes, Potter does that same with his. “Tell me what you did to Katie! And to Ron!” Potter looks… shook. He staring at Draco with confusion rather than anger written all over his face. And Draco hasn’t even started revealed anything to him yet. Not that he’s planning to.

Draco has had enough. He casts a silent but strong spell Potter’s way, and a lamp explodes behind the other boy. Potter gasps, waving his wand through the air and aiming a spell of his own right at Draco, who blocks it with ease. His breathing is fast and loud in his ears as he sends a spell to make the bins behind Potter explode, completely ignoring the loud cries from Myrtle. Potter, for some reason, is still silent while fighting.

Potter’s next spell misses, he trips, and Draco doesn’t hesitate a second. He lifts his wand.

“Crucio!”

And even now, Potter doesn’t scream. Draco learns why pretty soon.

Potter lies on the floor, his hands covering his face, as if that would help against the Torture Curse. But he isn’t writhing with pain, he isn’t crying out loud. Suddenly he jumps up again, holding his wand firmly in his hand once more. He points it at Draco, whose mouth is agape.

“What?” Draco can’t help but let out a frustrated curse.

“Seems like something went wrong with your spell”, Potter says simply.

Draco casts Cruciatus again, and again. Potter winces both times but doesn’t seem to experience any pain whatsoever. Draco’s blood boils at the sight of his face relaxing slightly.

“You have to mean it, Draco. The Cruciatus. Or else it won’t work, won’t cause me any harm at all. Has your auntie Bellatrix learnt you nothing?”

Suddenly Potter’s face is radiating pure rage again, and Draco grips his wand tighter, memories of a furious aunt Bella standing over him as a kid, laughing maniacally as she casts Cruciatus on him over and over again, until he’s nothing but a crying mess on the Manor floor… the memories, the memories…

Draco gathers all the fury he has in him, before attempting to cast the spell again, aiming at Potter’s chest… but somewhere in the middle he changes his mind, and before his brain catches up with his lips, he’s uttered another spell. He sounds confident as he screams it at the top of his lungs, and his hand slips only a little.

“Sectumsempra!”

A sudden sharp intake of breath, cutting through the air as a razor blade as the spell hits… not his, but Potter’s…

Potter’s eyes are halfway shut before he falls to the floor, a glimpse of green catching Draco’s eye half a second before he sees the red blood. And then Potter is lying face down in the water flooding the bathroom, and Draco takes a step back, breathing heavily.

He counts to two, and then he sees the blood again. This time he sees it in the water, a big pool of red starting to show in long streaks of red as it surrounds Potter’s body and soaks his clothes.

“No, no… no. No!”

Draco quickly recalls seeing the blood pour out somewhere near the right side of Potter’s chest, as the spell had just hit him. Draco stumbles forward, almost tripping over himself and then over Potter’s lifeless body as he falls onto his knees. The blood in the water reaches him within seconds, and he whimpers at the sight of it. “No, fuck’s sake, Potter, Potter!” He fumbles as he does his best to turn Potter to face him, and when he finally succeeds he’s quick to run his fingers over Potter’s shirt. He immediately finds the spot where the blood is the darkest. The spell has hit the right side of his ribcage…

The whole time so far he’s been chanting Potter’s name, letting it slip over his lips like a prayer to anyone who is listening, and now his desperate cries for help grow louder. “Potter… Potter no, listen, you have got to answer me! Potter!”

He can hear Myrtle screaming behind him. He doesn’t know how he feels about being found here, like this, but Draco finds it hard to care. He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know what to do. Potter’s face is pale, his lips parted and pale as well. Draco tightens his grip on one of Potter’s arms, pressing the other hand to his chest, trying his best to be as gentle as possible so he doesn’t cause any more harm than he already has.

Potter’s eyes suddenly open slightly, and Draco’s chanting stops. The hand he’s held on Potter’s arm trails up to wipe strands of wet, charcoal hair out of the pale face looking up at him. Those green eyes are hauntingly empty of any emotion.

“Hold on, stay with me”, Draco mumbles quickly. “Don’t die on me, for fuck’s fucking sake, don’t die on me, fuck I didn’t mean to fucking kill you, why did you have to come in here in the first place? You’re an annoying prick who doesn’t deserve to fucking die, Harry, don’t die, He wants to… himself… I’m not supposed to… Draco, calm down, calm down. Harry!”

Myrtle’s screams have turned into loud howling mixed with sobs. Potter’s eyes fall shut again and he lets out a muffled groan, his head tipping from one side and then to another. Draco keeps frantically wiping strands of hair from Potter’s forehead, being careful not to make the round glasses slip out of place. Potter has closed his mouth, his lips pressed together before falling slack again. He’s showing signs of still being alive, then, thank fucking Merlin. Draco’s hands are shining with blood. Potter’s chest is heaving. Draco keeps muttering the boy’s name under his breath, Harry, Harry, Harry…

After what feels like an eternity, someone enters the room, and Draco collapses in the water next to Harry while his whole body shakes with uncontrollable sobs.

[kythecorg]

‼️TW: GORE, FLESH, REALISTIC ANATOMY, MELTING SKIN, OPEN WOUNDS, HORSE‼️

“I̴ ̶h̶a̸v̴e̷ ̷f̶o̷r̵e̸s̶e̶e̷n̶ ̴t̴h̷i̷s̷ ̸i̴n̸ ̷y̶o̶u̷r̵ ̷d̴r̷e̷a̴m̶s̷,̸ ̷b̶u̶t̷ ̵n̶o̴w̷ ̵i̵t̵ ̷i̸s̴ ̸a̸l̶l̵ ̷n̶i̵g̴h̸t̴m̸a̸r̶e̴s̴…”

[furrysauce]

drawn last night

[ahamkara-apologist]

happy pride here's aeris showing off the wedding marks he got from Taniks as per last DnDestiny session where he had the genius idea to bite Taniks in the throat without realizing that was essentially the Eliksni version of a wedding vow (and the motherfucker reciprocated)

+ bonus version with him covered in Taniks's blood

[i-can-not-art]

Frozen Emotion

[Security Personnel—(彩虹劉)Caihong Liu’s personal recounting of her experience during the █ █ █ █ incident on █ █/█ █/█ █ █ █ at █ █ █ █ █, resulting in Dr. Iceberg’s average body temperature dropping to -7 degrees Celsius.]

This is like only my 3rd time making a comic so forgive me for bad composition/writing (also tips plz 😭)

[bat-luun]

omg bro what if we gay kiss rn?? what then bro?😳😳

also gave gillion pectus excavatum because i have it and i like projecting onto fictional characters hehehaha!!! >:D

[clothless-sock]

“Infection” 5:8, ink on paper

By me! Really proud of this one. Made it for art class at school. The Corruption vibes are strong lol.

[lazaruswaves]

my employee 432 was the narrator's first protagonist, and the reason why he seems like he knows what is going to happen when stanley enters this exact same room.

[goofy-clan]

Congrats! You guessed correctly! Who’s the hanging cat? Don’t worry about it, THAT cat wasn’t the new guy you named! It never was! You’ll get new cat, but not now.

He’ll be here later on :>

TW:GORE, HANGING

[omendrawsrandomly]

Late post but

GORE-TOBER DAY3: GASHES

"Well well... looks like I've said somethin' that pissed off Lamb's pet cat ey?"

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