#bit of gore

[abatilus]

Part 8: Catching a train

ALT text in case it's a bit hard to read the text in the images.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 (This one)

[walterdoodles]

Hey, how y'all doing? :)

Anyways, let's just say i've been busy and won't be able to upload until the end of December/early January. But red barrels did have an art contest which I participated in! Just a cute piece, wish me luck 😁♥️ It's got some blood/body parts so click read more to see image!!

Happy holidays to those who celebrate and happy days to those who don't, and i hope you guys are doing well sorry for the silence ✨♥️♥️

[hive-full-of-sweethearts]

Scp chaos is being joined, personally blame @andrew-imposter and the new existence of the new scp site involving others, not sure who this’ll turn into but thought would share what I had before I forgot. hope you enjoy since it’s a lot longer than planned even for my normal character stuff.

SCP-61302, known in files as “face stealer”.

Class: Euclid.

It appears to be a floating female human with dark chocolate colored hair that measures 6 feet in length, almost white skin, wearing an old fraying black sweater, black leggings, an almost featureless white mask it claims to have made for the purpose of retaining the form they favor being in. Itstates they change genders (read:pronouns) a lot. How they were contained is quite the mystery as in the years of 2000s reports of corpses randomly appearing with their faces torn off entirely along with their eyes having been removed. reports also had claimed the person had been walking around the day before the weeks old appearing body had been found. Scp-61302 had been found once a retrieval crew had been sent to [redacted] they had come across it fixing “masks” that were made of the corpses’ face including the eyes. When confronted it requested that it was at least allowed to bring its belongings as well. when it had been contained it had gotten out in the form of one of the corpses seeming to excitedly explore the compound.

It was placed back in its containment room before being explained that doing such things again it not allowed. Shockingly it can change genders with its masks. This has led to much confusion upon entering to find it appearing as another human floating above the ground.

containment procedure:

Scp-61302 is not allowed to wear masks besides the one for its “favorite” form, it is to remain occupied by crafts, daily activities and leisure activities such as reading, making masks with non-living materials, eating, listening to music, and sleeping. Media such as the internet is not to be permitted unless by a class C personnel, containment cell is designed to be the most enjoyable as to make it so leaving is less than desired. This has worked and may continue to work until Scp-61302 is attached to one of the personnel. If attached to personnel it is allowed to follow and enter other rooms of personnel along with other SCPs classified as “Safe”. If out of cell it must be with some form of musical device and three class C personnel.

[thewipartist]

Finally finished drawing my Lobotomy Corporation with a random employee. I also have the background available since they were too pretty to not post.

[marshmeleesstuff]

Ever thought what ingredients that's needed in Remus cake?

-Warning gross stuff-

- 2 cup of Powdered Carrot

- 1 and half of liquid slime

- 3 dice of septiceyes

- 1 bag of wet dirt

- a pinch of dandruff

Mixed them all together we have inedible cake that most likely finished by remus.

Alternate:

Bunch of diapers rolls that looks like a cake (you can see them from a shower party). I have a feeling he would eat them too.

[chuckling-chemist]

Yearly Ritual

Sticking a read more in here since there's some blood.

He had snake's eyes

As red as blood from a fresh wound

As smug like a good strategist

His face is a pale moon

Colder than winter's wind

Ready to strike his victim,

It screams as the blood impales,

The apple-red blood mixed with cold steel

His lips twist into a smile and his heart rate drops

He lays the blade down silently

Careful to keep it quiet.

He places a rose on the victim

As gentle as a warm breeze

His hands fold together, his head drops down

A small prayer escapes his mouth

The rush finally leaving his body in full

He takes the body and buries it

Occasionally returning to the site to mourn

Until the cycle repeats itself again.

[baraharem]

ok this is a little unpleasant to say but im trying to find out a bit of information

on say nerve damage and like physical effects of what happens if your hand is shoved into a garbage disposal for an extended amount of time, like more than o shit it turned on and im taking my hand out .0002 seconds after it went off

like it was shoved in and held there for at least 5-10 seconds

also i havent tried looking for this but possible effects too from large burns on forearms

basically this is all about my char robert and im trying to figure some shit out for him so it actually coincides with what ive been head canoning for years with him

i want it to be a little bit more plausible

essentially yea his arms are in shit shape, his right arm is pretty badly damaged, and has little feeling and trouble writing but not entirely useless and shitty, he still functions decently. ambidextrous from this, prefers to write with his left hand because of it

pretty much his whole body is a mess of burns, cut scars and in general just shit shape

[amosanguis]

Sixty Words 11/?

-z-

Chapter 11: ides

-z-

You had never wanted things to end like they were ending right now. But, on the other hand, he really did bring it upon himself.

"I'm sorry," he puts a hand on your shoulder. "I wish there was a way out of this, I do. But – I've got nothing."

You hear your high school teacher's voice in your head as he talks about Brutus' betrayal, and you absently wonder: if your father still had his tongue, would he describe his own situation in the same way?

Would Dad talk about how right he was? How selfish you were being?

Would he force you to listen once again about how your precious little Sammy was going to bring down the sun and moon and stars?

"Please, Dean," he rubs a hand through his hair – a nervous gesture you recognize. "I know this is hard for you."

You had never wanted things to end like they were ending right now: Daddy roped to a chair with you elbow deep in his blood and just salivating for more.

-z-

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