#cw gore
felt like using some saturated colours + using ibis paint again and thats the result-
also inspired by an old piece of mine teehee
I did another Yugioh manga recolor, this time a whole page!! I do adore the official colored version, it has a lot of colors I really enjoy but since this scene is so grim, I wanted to try my hand at recoloring it to be as disturbing of a sight I think it really would be to have an eyeball yoinked out of your head.
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DAVID: where is my mind?
HOFFMAN: god, it’s brutal out here
Drew a quick something for Amnesia’s 10th anniversary! Y’all know how much this game means to me. As cheesy as it sounds, it really was life changing, and there’s nothing I’d change from these ten years of being in this silly ass fandom <3 Congrats on the ten years, @frictionalgames ! Looking forward to Rebirth <333
The attention, the affection, the craving need for large hands at his back and shoulders.
He can only trick himself out of his loneliness so much, for so long. He feels a crippling pang of pain in his chest as the hands at his waist shatter into the aether, reminding him once more that he is alone in this large cold bed.
He remembers the warmth, the soft and thick fur under his fingertips. He reaches out into the empty space under the sheets, hoping to find a large warm hand. He finds no one.
He’s cold. The house is so cold without the other there.
He remembers the lingering weight on his back and head when he was leaned on, the low grumbling of a tired Charr demanding he hold still a little longer to cuddle. The often disgusting but amusing small bites and nips at his foliage, demanding his attention.
Kisses rough and full of teeth, near biting and threatening to scratch bark. Tender licks that made him recoil in disgust as they ran up the length of his face and pushed his leaves out of his face. The warm rich laughter that followed, and the loving squeeze round his shoulders.
He misses it all terribly.
The doctor stares at the ceiling for what feels like hours before closing his eyes and attempting to let his imagination once more run wild.
Memories and illusions of warm hands and gentle kisses are replaced with a grim visage. The memory of broken and leaking skin, a black ichor dripping from exposed fangs and flesh bare jaws. The heat of the others breath a hollow and cold wheeze against his neck and chest. He feels sick.
But it’s still him, it’s still his Weyther. It’s still the man who loved him, still the man who thanked him despite his failure.
He swallows the pain and disgust, reality and dream melding into a grotesque nightmare as he presses his lips to the broken and bloodied ones of his departed darling. It’s still him, it’s all still him, and he was willing to accept and live with that, letting that cold and foul liquid fill his mouth and choke him.
For a moment, he considered tearing time open once more, and pulling the other forward just for one more kiss, one more hug one more - anything.
He awakens, coughing. No liquid spills from his lips but his own spittle, no cold haunched Charr looming over him adoringly. No warmth nor love, just silence and the cold.
He sighs and lies his head back, now more frustrated than anything. Then the guilt rushes in like water to a storm drain, filling him up.
Disgusting, he felt disgusting. Wanting to bring the other back because he didn’t wish to spend another night alone. Wanting to hold the others hands in his, wanting to hear the others heart in the dark, wanting to feel the gentle squeeze of his beloveds arms around him as he breathed.
He scowled at the ceiling, then rolled to his side and tightened the sheets round himself.
Maybe tomorrow he’d give in and break his word to Weyther, just not today.
He wouldn’t be that selfish today.
I always thought Thor’s eye wound wasn’t gnarly enough. Like I know the movie is meant to be suitable for children, but it just looks so flat and in the theatre you could tell that the opacity of that layer wasn’t at 100% so you could see Chris’s eye through it… anyway it still bothers me when I watch Ragnarok so here’s this.
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For Inktober Day 4 here’s a concept for if The Thing crashed into the north pole instead of the south.
I imagine an instance where a caribou gets assimilated while sniffing for grasses and a polar bear later approaches what it thinks is an old carcass to scavenge, only to be attacked and assimilated as well.
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Corethulu: Polaris Part 1 of 2
“The rocks are being scientifically poked” - Dan
This is the kind of quality content I listen for.
POV: You’re Spencer Reid’s dead wife and he’s going dummy crazy to kill all the feral cannibals who’ve stolen your infant daughter in the desert.
Aka the weirdest crossover I’ve ever made but it came to me and I had to do it lmao.
Its heart syncs with his own
I think Grian’s skin will become stone-like, yknow since the Entity is becoming flesh-like. Something something equivalent exchange
Got another tattoo idea folks
Took a surprising amount of planning to get the composition right
I am not a woman, I’m a god
I am not a martyr, I’m a problem
I am not a legend, I’m a fraud
So keep your heart ‘cause I already got one
Imagine instead of losing a set of wings, one set of Lucifer’s wings were permanently clipped. Imagine the permanent reminder he has, instead of scars he could cover, he has a set of useless wings. The primary feathers are clipped, to signify he is flightless or at least with that set of wings. But he can’t hide these wings, he is constantly reminded of who and what he was and what he lost.
What if said wings were already clipped, and out of sheer wrath and rage, Lucifer cut them off….. yet somehow, they grow back again…. and again…. and again…. with searing hot pain surging out of the place they’ve always been….
And they aren’t like the other two pairs of beautiful wings….
They’re hideous, ugly, bony wings….. often dripping blood, giving off smoke…..
Lucifer would be stubborn about it and ritual cuts off the regrow. He very rarely lets it grow but it’s seems like the more he cuts them the quicker they grow back so he is in a painfully cycle. Now he can truly look like a demon from humans’ worst nightmares.
He is the Avatar of Pride but he takes no pride in these wings, they are horrendous. He tries not to let Diavolo or his brothers see them. (Probably only Mammon, Diavolo and Barbatos knows of these wings)
Imagine if they got more painful every time he tries and remove them and he begs for Diavolo/Barbatos/Mammon to hold him down and remove them. To not let him up until they are removed. Imagine the screams and begging.
Mammon would make sure Lucifer had tea or some sort of cream he can use when they start to grow back in. Diavolo always offers to try to use magic and Barbatos is more than willing to find a solution. But Lucifer always reject Diavolos and Barbatos offers, he was the one that caused it. He deserves the pain and the suffering.
Quick little life snippet comic for my boy Amar. He’s fiiine don’t worry bout it.
To celebrate Amphibia’s return in a few days (and also as an extra treat before I post my countdown art for today), I wrote my take on the “Sasha loses an eye” theory. If it does end up happening, this is what I think will go down. This is definitely not my best work but I hope you enjoy!
Warning: descriptions of blood and gore
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A scream erupted in the middle of the battle.
And Anne froze.
She turned and saw Sasha lying on the ground, not moving. Marcy, or what had been Marcy, was standing not so far behind. She was smiling.
Blood fell from her fingertips.
Suddenly in a quick flash, Marcy was standing right in front of Anne, staring right into her soul with those frightening orange eyes. Her smile dropped to a sinister frown.
“Consider this a warning.”
The thing spoke, Marcy’s voice merged and distorted with another voice that Anne didn’t recognize.
Then, as quickly as she arrived, she vanished, and the Newtopian robot forces began to retreat.
“SASHA!”
Grime.
He was running towards Sasha’s body. She followed him, dropping her sword. The Planters followed suit, dropping their assorted weapons as well. When they finally got to Sasha, Grime carefully turned her body over, and recoiled at the sight. Anne got closer to see what had happened.
And she gasped in shock, covering her mouth with both of her hands.
There was blood. Too much blood. Blood all over the left side of Sasha’s face. And there was just a big hole of blood and gore where her eye was supposed to be.
Her eye was gone.
Anne gagged.
Hop Pop saw the sight and immediately covered Sprig and Polly’s eyes, not wanting to expose them to the bloody sight before them. He too, recoiled in horror.
It was a miracle Sasha was still breathing.
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“…Anne?”
Anne sprung up from her sitting position, snapping back into reality after nearly dozing off for the umpteenth time in a row. Her eyes widened.
“Sasha.”
Sasha pushed herself up and sat up, looking at Anne in tired confusion. She then felt some sort of weird pressure around her left eye. She then realized she couldn’t see out of her left eye at all.
Sasha felt around the area where her left eye was supposed to be, but instead she was met with the texture of gauze and medical tape.
Sasha looked back up at Anne, a look of confusion and horror mixed up on her face.
“What happened to my eye?”
Anne said nothing. Instead she leapt up out of her chair and wrapped her arms around Sasha, being careful not to squeeze her too hard as to not make her injuries worse.
Sasha heard Anne begin to sob softly.
“I’m sorry.”
I relistened to taz balance, because it’s my comfort media. enjoy my take on this kinda grisly scene from the suffering game.
catching shooting stars
bonus little guys up close >:)
The Mysterious Case of Phichit’s Eye
Hello, everyone! Nico and Phichit’s human here, to share a story about lack of posts, sick beans, and freaking weird-ass medical mysteries! (Spoilers: there’s a happy ending!)
So, you may have noticed that our anxious bean has a growth beneath his eye:
He had it when we adopted him at 2-3 years old (they don’t band birds in Japan so we aren’t exactly sure), and they said he was born with it. The vets said it was probably just a fatty tumor, definitely benign as otherwise he would have died a while ago, and so we just let it be.
About a year ago, it started growing, like really fast. Because it was right under his eye (the skin around the growth is part of his eyelid), surgery would be too dangerous unless he was already on death’s door, and he seemed fine otherwise, so the vet advised us to just leave it. Then a couple of months ago, the skin started breaking and bleeding really easily, and this weird growing scab appeared on the front of the growth: the vet told us the tumor had broken through the skin and was now growing outward, and each time the skin broke, more was exposed. Still, nothing to be done except give him pain meds and try to minimize falls and bleeding. Even Nico was starting to ignore him, like he was already a goner.
One week ago, Phichit fell out of the cage while we were getting ready for our wedding,and all around where the tumor had broken the skin, it started bleeding really seriously. Like, welling up so fast we couldn’t put any coagulant powder on at first, so much that he would shake his head and blood would splatter everywhere. We were worried we would have to cancel to take him to the vet but a lot of blood and panicking later, we got it to stop bleeding. We ended up deciding that the best thing to do was let him rest and if he passed while we were getting married, at least he wasn’t in pain anymore. But, he was still alive that night, and made it through the week, though clearly miserable. The weight of the growth and the way the tumor protruded was pulling his eyelid down so far he couldn’t close his eyes, he wasn’t moving much and only barely eating…we planned to take him in for surgery or euthanasia soon because it was clear his time was limited.
Then this morning, we opened his cage to check on him and…
The tumor FELL OUT.
I kid you not. No blood, except maybe one drop on a single claw, no sound, nothing, just a much-more-energetic bird with a hole in his face and a giant gross scabby thing on the bottom of the cage. It literally fell out of his face.
The vet was totally shocked, said he’d never seen anything like it, but after examining the bird, Phichit has been given a clean bill of health, some antibacterial healing ointment, and orders to make sure nothing gets into the hole while it heals over and to bring him back in next week.
My mother’s theory, which makes a lot of sense, is that when he fell last week, the bleeding was due to the tumor being broken off from the blood vessels, but the tumor also acted as a plug and kept enough pressure on that he didn’t bleed out, but the blood supply to the tumor was cut off still. Then it dried out and he probably scratched at it last night and it just…popped right out.
Our bird accidentally did surgery on himself.
So now yay, hopefully the anxious bean will begin to recover and be happy and healthy again! But wow, what a freak series of coincidences, right? Whew!!!
And now, warning….gross photos of the tumor and Phichit’s temporary face hole, as proof this weird-ass thing actually happened:
Look at how big that thing was!!! No wonder he’s already so much happier and more active! And he can close his eye again!! Such a relief!!!
