#u can have gore if u want

[teal-fiend]

preds eating tinies with utensils.

they don't break the prey's skin, they just use the knife and fork to scoop up the tiny. Or maybe they use chop sticks, because they cause less injury.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THIS THING IS SCUUUFFED AS HELL & ITS ALSO THE BEST THING I HAVE ANIMATED THUS FAR. IM SO IN LOVE WITH EMIZEL. JUST WISH I GAVE HIM MORE STUPID TATTOOS. NEXT TIME THO. NEXT TIME. I ALSO LOVE VEX&VIV SOOOO MUCH. charlies flavor of Deranged is my FAVORITE!!

[lemongogo]

anyways . silly thing

[feline-evil]

I've said this on twitter i forget if i've said it here but i'm still not over the scene where Cassidy gets chopped into little pieces to be shipped out in a box; because i said to my husband (who had seen it before) the scene prior 'oh if i wanted to get Cassidy out i'd chop him into little pieces and mail him' and then caught myself and went wait. That's just a Me thought there's no way they'd actually ever do that, this kind of shit doesn't happen in tv shows i just really like extreme and casual gore.

And then it happens and i celebrate like my winning team just scored a goal, for ONCE a tv show matches my freak, for ONCE they feed my little freakpervert brain!!

[crismakesstuff]

some wips

invincible royal (medieval) au

[paramounticebound]

* ☔ : action prompts inspired by GOTHIC HORROR, DARK ACADEMIA, ETC. || @vuulpecula sent in, 𝟶𝟼. sender takes refuge from a storm with the receiver in an abandoned church. || accepting.

Where, oh where, do the lines begin to blur? Where does the stone become glass, when does it shatter? She is like this, his pretty little head-- all lovely and fragile and transparent. Something like that in her eyes, he thinks, something swimming that should not have fins or gills. Or a heart not meant for the stomach.

The door creaks open, his fingers interlaced with hers like a lovers sonnet, lightning briefly baptizing the dark, old pews and splintered altar thick with dust welcoming in place of hands. Too many hands, though, too many had been here at the precipice of the world, when it was ravaged. A deep, resonant rumbling outside shakes the buildings, shakes him from the inside out.

Alexei's eyes in his skull and voice in his throat, but it doesn't manage to make it out of him before the next roll of thunder. Khan hasn't even gotten the blood out from under his nails, dragged too deeply on that apron thick with offal. Too quick to escape into the restless evening.

If only she could tell him, if only--

"No running," like a thunder to rival the storm outside, but his is embedded the troposphere of his chest. Marrow as rain, marrow as something worse as he drags his tongue along the length of her jaw, just before her throat. Just to make certain, he tells himself, just to know this choice is right as much as it is world-shattering. She looks so small in his overcoat. "Stay. Safe," a gesture with his hands, those filthy hands, "With me."

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

i completely convinced myself that there was a torture prompt for kinktober but apparently there isnt..... i really thought that there was torture on the 7th but apparently i just saw prisoner and was like. that's an excuse for torture

[neoluca]

i also have. one other wip. but it is NSFW

warning: gore also general horniness (it's just a sketch tho!!! nothing too graphic I THINK)

again it's rly pretty tame i think,,,,,, but i want to err on the side of caution!!!! especially considering the main content and audience of this blog

[dukeofthomas]

I think the biggest&most important realization I've had is that I enjoy fun, campy, goofy Batman media more than the super dark, gloomy, brooding stuff

[mysticusfreeze]

Do you want a book with canon gay characters, adorable woodland creatures living a cottage core life? Boy, do i have the book for you. Winterset Hollow by Jonathan Edward Durham. This book contains that and definitely nothing else:).

[espectres]

THE CLOUDS FALL DOWN and they are of crushing rubble and hazardous rods of metal. Puddles of blood dry quickly, and there is no shine that rattles through them as you step there, worn-out snickers pressing on the cement painted with liveless rust. It makes you think of the dead, the lives which has been turned upside down, tossed around before giving in under the weight of heartless cruelty, just like their bodies under the weight of their homes. You stand there in the middle, stranded and small and lost between the jagged ends of torn buildings and your own weariness, mesmerized with how you could look on the dead, the cold limbs and rotting flesh and eyes that speak of unfathomable last terrors- and still, you feel absolutely nothing. 

Because it isn't death that twists your gut brutally, and it isn't the unsightly things that unsettle you- never quite has ... & never will. It isn't death that brings you here, carrying your heavy limbs and restless mind and bright eyes along. They never really lose their shine, your eyes, even rimmed from tearing and hooded by sleepless nights, it's not really their choice, no matter how you look at it, it's never really your choice, either. They stare at everything and nothing, your eyes, at the chaos where you once stood, unstoppable and determined; at the city lights in the distance, how can they go on like nothing has happened ? at the hand that burns by your side, it hasn't recovered from your own recklessness.

What were thinking, anyway ? Housing all that energy within your core ? Was it empowering; to know that you've kept going for months ? Was it relieving; to feel how it fizzled and bubbled and thrived in your veins, alive and overwhelming and threatening to simply burst and kill you ? 

" Shou-chan, " A familiar voice asks, you've been aware of her for a while now, refusing to acknowledge the company as your whole being hides out of sight, stubborn and upset and uselessly invisible. You listen, though, you always do so, carefully. " Do you blame yourself ? " 

You raise your head, your powers falter away and so does your orientation, apparently, because you stare again, but it's as thought you've suddenly forgot all cognitive skills, looking so lost. Maybe you are lost, maybe it's answers that you've come here to find, to find out where did you go wrong, to stop your mind from thinking of what has been and what's to come and what could've been, to help you ease the frightened beating of your heart that refuses to cease, you're so ... you're so afraid ! What are you afraid of ? Isn't it over already ? What worse could possibly happen to you ? You don't know, you don't know, you don't know anything anymore. 

Intead there is the weight of life sitting ever so gracelessly on your shoulders, and the phantom press of hands against your throat, pressing onto your feeble pulse, and you can't talk, you can't move, you can't breath and you're terrified like you've never been your whole life. You couldn't do a single thing, you couldn't change a single thing, you could have done better, if only you'd have been stronger, if only you'd have known better- 

" You never had a chance. " She smiles, she might as well kick you in the stomach. But her eyes are kind in a way, just like your mother when she calls to check on you, just like your healer when he takes care of your reopened scars. None of that mattered, none of that could help you, none of that could save you. None of that could stop you from trying, even if you never had a chance - were you so wrong ? Was it all so pointless ? 

" It was completely out of your control. " She walks away, then. Leaving you behind to your staring and your confusion, the fresh wounds in your hands and the unshed tears, the palpable race of your heart and the unamed, chronic ache in your chest. 

[luck-of-the-drawings]

POOR GABRIEL MONTEZ! YOU NEVER SAW THIS COMING DID YOU? ALL YOU WANTED WAS POWER. SECURITY. SAFETY. & THATS EXACTLY WHAT YOU GOT! JUST IN EXCHANGE FOR YOUR BODY. LETS JUST HOPE NO ONE FUCKS THIS UP. LETS JUST HOPE YOU WONT HAVE TO CLEAN UP THE MESS.

[millionsknives]

*starts listening to the thg playlist*

augh -1 health

oof -1 health

ugh! -1 health

mmf -1 health

ugh! -1 health

augh -1 health

etc

GOOD that’s the effect i wanted >:)

[oddvanilla]

Like Tyler once said,, "This shit's so damn embarrassing like" LIKE YES. YOURE RIGHT. THIS IS WHAT IM FEELING RN. Girl said "I think she hates me now :(" like uhhh I'm glad you even suspected it or otherwise you're just DUMB? Then broski said "oh I'll cut her off if she hates you" and my face is like.....😐😑🤦‍♀️ I'm not INTIMIDATED because CMON tf I'm gonna do it both of them cut me off??? Cry?? NAHH I'll be living my life in rainbows between flowers 🌺 glitter and sparkles ✨ on my bed every morning!!! LIKE WHY DO U THINK I CARE SOO MUCH I DONTTT?? you're so setting yourself up to be made fun of..like this time when my friends ask me about you I'll give them all your socials for a good laugh ��💀

[nedsseveredhead]

One day the fog of war is going to fade and the IDF better hope the ghosts of the people they slaughtered are more merciful than they were.

[suffarustuffaru]

hey guys u know how like reinhard can come back to life right after dying anyway what if u decapitate him and then his headless body casually gets back up and calmly puts his head back on like how fucked up would that be haha