#descriptive gore

[woodenkanes]

pages 118-122 :DD

the day i picked up dazai - english

i managed to get them out in time, i was a bit busy today. (I EARN A LIVING :P jk it's just tutoring my classmates for $5 an hour)

content warning, violence/gore, it's pretty descriptive.

[aichmoph0bia]

thinking about Kenjaku never getting to Geto's body. thinking about Gojo taking it with him after killing him, bringing it back to his place and keeping it around.

eventually it starts to rot, the stench is everywhere, maggots crawling out of Suguru's eye sockets. yet Satoru still doesn't even let himself think about getting rid of it. even when the stench gets bad enough to make it difficult to willingly enter the apartment, even when the body loses its shape, even when bugs start to infest the whole place, even when he looks at Suguru, but can only see a bathtub filled with blood and all-moving, decaying muscle, actively being consumed from the inside.

because it's all fine. Gojo can live with that. after all, he finally got his one and only back, and nothing can possibly make him leave Satoru alone no more.

[firefuryofmyheart]

Left Behind

Summary: You were left behind at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, and you run into your favorite mascots. However, they aren't as friendly as you imagined.

BLOOD, GORE, AND DEATH WARNING

Beep Beep

You pump your fists in victory as the words "winner" cross over the machine's screen. A victorious smile was plastered on your face and you hurriedly picked up your little bag that lay slump against the arcade machine.

Your playing buddy had disappeared, and you wondered where they could've gone. They said that they'd be back after using the bathroom, and it felt like it had been hours. Maybe it has been. You glance up at the old fashioned clock that was hung on the colorful walls of the small diner. 8pm. Your eyes almost shoot out of their sockets as you realize how late it was. Didn't your mother say something to you about getting to the front door at 7:45?

You sighed and started to walk around the winding path of the arcade. Time wasn't the only thing you just realized. You realized how late it was, and the sound of jingling keys. You neared the sound and saw some guy outside of the restaurant locking the door. You ran as fast as your little legs could take you to the door, but the man had already walked away. You caught a glimpse of him. Purple uniform, brown hair, and a grin that seemed to forever remain on his face.

How could you not notice the lights were off? I mean the arcade is always dark, but still. You felt tears starting to swell up in your eyes. You shuffled around the place a bit, only stopping when you walked into something. You made a small 'oof' sound before tumbling back. You quickly sat back up and looked at what you hit. It was hard to make out since all of the lights were off now, so you reached a hand out. It was wood, a long piece of wood. "Oh!" You thought. "This must be the stage."

And you were correct, it was the stage. And if it was the stage, that means that the animatronics must be standing here. You reached forward and felt around. Your finger tips touched the velvet curtain, and you decided to hop up onto the stage. You've never gotten a close up look at the animatronics, and you've heard it was dangerous to get close. Something bad happened to one boy. But they were turned off, so it would be okay, right? You moved the curtain back and slipped into the backstage. You hit something soft, fluffy even. It was an animatronic.

Suddenly there was a sound of gears moving. A click of metal and plastic, and then the gears again. A soft, blue light shown on the top of your head. You quickly looked up and your eyes met with a bear. Not any bear's, but Freddy Fazbear's. You took a step back, obviously startled. The last thing you expected the thing to do was take a step towards you. The same sound from before was heard in your ears. Now light pink, and red lights were softly shining on you. All of them were looking at you.

The sound of a curtain drawing to your left made your head turn. Foolish. As you looked, where you could guess was Pirate's Cove, you saw a yellow light shining out. It would flicker every few seconds with a soft click sound. Foxy, was it? Ah yes, it seems the old lad wanted to see what was going on. What all the noise was about. Your head turned back to the three on stage, and you gasped when you saw that they were even closer than before.

It wasn't an unpleasant sound, but the last thing you heard was a curtain drawing and the sound of quick, metal feet running against the carpeted floor.

Gore Underneath Cut

The next morning was horrible. There was no more you.

There was blood, guts, skin, anything in the human body. Police, detectives, the building owner, and your mother and father. The police had to hold both of them back. They knew that if they saw the rest of you like this, they'd be even more traumatized.

Your mouth would forever be agape, since your jaw was ripped clean off. Your parents will never be able to look into our eyes again. Well maybe they will, but they just won't be inside your sockets anymore. Your stomach was ripped open, and a hook dug into the wound. You might as well have been split in too. Blood was everywhere, your guts were everywhere. It was like Christmas, but with no tinsel, just organs. The worst thing was that Christmas was just around the corner. I guess this was your parents' gift.

Everyone was sad, but it seemed that the only person who wasn't was the guy in the purple uniform who stood smugly with his arms crossed.

[eddsworldkin-resources]

Canon call from Admin Green.

I couldn’t think of anywhere better to put my call, I’m sorry for clogging your dashes.
 Hey I’m a Green Leader Edd and I’m looking for absolutely anyone. 
Memories under the cut! (Please read the TW’s before reading)

I remember Tord used to have a bow and arrow set that I had to take the arrow from and give him foam poles after he accidentally shot Pat in the leg. Paul and I would steal each other’s cigarettes and lighters when we were too lazy to ask or just messing with each other. Pat always got upset with the fact I stayed to work all the time in my room or the basement.


Our unique adventures I could remember were us going to the moon because we ‘accidentally’ hijacked a space shuttle from the military, I’m pretty sure Tord once got lost in France, the neighborhood flooded, oh and Pat became the king of England somehow.

Pat was the one to become a monster instead of Paul later on. Tord hated butterscotch and I think Paul had a pet bearded dragon. When I left, I said I was planning on finding some large engineering school to go to. 

Instead I met up with Tom and Matt, who I had already known for a while and trusted to help me form my army. The three of us almost shared the role of leader, but I was the face of the Green Army. We'd try and give important announcements in front of everyone, but Tom or I would sip a can of the alcohol mixed soda I kept near me and we'd start a drinking contest. Matt would try to stop us but would end up cracking up in the fits of "CHUG CHUG CHUG" from our soldiers. We were all really close. 

In 'The End', I came back but I don't think I broke into the house, you guys just left the door unlocked when you went to the firing range. If I could have done everything without hurting any of you I would have. Pat had sold the table for a large missile launcher, so I used a mobile work desk to replace it. It wasn't as great, but it worked.

My Giant Robot was pretty much a giant, robotic cat that got hit by the missile launcher when it was trying to fly away, just as what happened parallel to The End. This left my entire right side from my hip up completely burnt and scarred.

Tom and Matt stuck with me through recovery and we proceeded to do everything exactly as planned, except with me now having a robotic arm and an entirely bandaged side of my face because I hated the scars. Matt was the one who had to help me the most with the burns, but he definitely wasn’t gently by any means, he just wanted to make sure they were clean and healing. Tom laughed usually when they got cleaned.

Eventually Paul got lung cancer and both Tord and Pat brought him to me to see if I could save him, which I did, as long as Paul joined my army and one of them did as well. Tord ran before they got to decide, so Pat was stuck joining. 

Some of my higher-up soldiers began to get murdered by unexplained means and this shot my paranoia through the roof, to the point where I neglected duties and even taking care of myself. This led to me sentencing Tom to death when I thought he pointed a gun at me, but he wasn’t mad. I still don’t know why.

3 weeks after Tom was executed, someone (I believe Paul) came down from my window and struck a knife into the spot where my robotic arm met flesh so the weight of it would slowly pull itself off and take parts of my lung with it, and I barely had enough time to try and leave to ask for help. I know for a fact Matt was there when I died, he was trying to stop the bleeding.

I’m sorry for everything and I just really want to find anyone so I can apologize. Even if just a part of this seems familiar, please message me.

[eyeosre]

Oc lore

TRIGGER WARNING!!!: contains body horror and really descriptive cruelty. I dont condone nor DO any of these acts, I just decided randomly that I wanted to make this as an oc!!

Scroll away if you’re not comfy…

But if ur bores and ready? Keep readin :3

Oc's just a regular human being, more charismatic than usual but thats fine, maybe they're just charming

But whenever you point out that fact to Oc, and how it seems like people just gravitate towards them, they stiffen up and laugh it off And the person who confronted them abt it starts to get a little suspicious but doesn't dig too deep into it

After all they could just be surprised at how much influence they have on people

Anyways

The longer that the other person and Oc stay together

The more the other person notices that People dont just gravitate towards Oc

It seems like they're even attracted

But its not in the normal "oh this person has a good personality and looks nice so thats why lotsa people have crushes on them!" Kinda way

Its more so in a worshipping way

Like, if Oc so much as grazes an object People they've interacted with seem to be fighting tooth and nail for said object when Oc cant see them

↓

And its so SO weird to the other person, cus like, no one is THAT special without something else going on

So other person looks for dirt or evidence that Oc mighta done something to be so revered and almost worshipped by everyone around them

Oc doesnt notice since they regard other person as a trust worthy friends and reliable companion And other person really doesnt have any proof Oc is a bad person and cant treat them like they've done smthn wrong

After all, its the people around Oc that seem like theyre going insane, not Oc themselves

But other person soon finds out why Oc has such a charm to them

One day other person invites Oc out for a jog, because other person wants to take their mind off what has been happening with Oc lately and dont want to hold anything against them if it isnt confirmed

Other person doesnt tell Oc where they're going to go on a jog to

And Oc doesnt ask cus they really trust this person

That is until other person surprises Oc with a run down church-ish looking place

Saying how it looks good as a picnic area and wanted to surprise Oc with something nice sines they've been a bit distant lately

Oc looks mortified at the sight of the church and grabs other persons hand

A bit tighter than usual

And says in this serious tone that other person has never heard before

"We need to leave this place. NOW."

Other person looks confused and a bit hurt cus they spent ages looking for the perfect place and finally found one

And argues with Oc about why they're asking to leave so soon

The fight keeps going

And no one notices some of the rubble in the rundown church begin to shift a bit

Not until it was too late

"G-god?"' Says a raspy and old voice

As a creature, that looks like it couldve been human but not quite

Pulls itself out of the rubble weakly

Its skin looking burnt and peeling

Revealing pieces of pus and exposed wounds Maggots wriggling and burrowing deep into the already infected wounds

Its skinny, terrifyingly so

Maggots wriggling and burrowing deep into the already infected wounds

Its skinny, terrifyingly so

Its skin seems to cling to its bones

Revealing the outlines of its structure

The fight dies down as both Oc and the other person stare in horror at the creature Other person notices that the creature Seems to have enlarged, formerly white wings dragging it down

The wings look manually sewn on, one of them wearing down the pieces of skin it was sewn onto has separated itself from the main piece of skin Hanging on by the last pieces still connecting it to the main layers

The wings look heavy

It looks like its dragging the creature down The flesh exposed looking like its about to be infected

The infected looking near death

And the creature looking so pitiful yet so... oh so very relieved to see Oc

"You've co-come back!" The creature says pathetically

Its blown pupils seeming to grow even bigger as tears start to form

Dripping down its sunken features and dirty face one by one

Landing on the floor

Its blown pupils seeming to grow even bigger as tears start to form

Dripping down its sunken features and dirty face one by one

Landing on the floor

Its crawling pathetically towards Oc

Slipping on itself in the making

As one of its wings get caught in some rubble

But the creature does not seem to care

Treating the wings like a chain keeping it from meeting its 'god'

The creature keeps desperately crawling toward

Ripping off the last piece of flesh and string holding it to its body

A fresh wound opens up

Blood streaming down its back as it weeps with joy and reaches for Oc

The other person looks disgusted, mortified and even throws up

The sight fills Oc with dread and ever burning hatred for this creature

Oc grabs the thick branch of one of the trees nearby and rips it off

Walking slowly to the creature

Their face an unreadable mask

The creature becomes even happier at their 'god' walking towards them

Rambling on and on about how they "knew the would come back!" And "wouldn't leave then there all alone"

The creature struggles even more frantically towards Oc

Almost reach parts of Oc's clothings

But not before Oc raises the branch they were holding, both arms shaking as its lifted high above their head

And they bring down the branch with all the force they can muster

Catching the creature off guard and bringing it to the floor as tears of sadness begin to fall in place of those tears of relief

The creature can barely even get a moment to breathe or even ask "why?-" before another hit lands on them And another

And another

And another

And another and another

Andanotherandanotherandanotherand-

The creature goes still.

Its bones protruding from its body

Broken

And crushed

Its head is nothing but a pile of mush

Whatever was left of its organs begin to spill out

Staining the ground with its red

Some of its blood had gotten on Oc

And Oc wipes it away with nothing but disdain as it looks at the creatures corpse

No longer will it call them a "god"

Never again.

Anyways

Uhh so Oc is a former cult leader trying to escape the things they have done in the past And other person is pretty much immune to their charm

[rev0lver006]

mb for the sudden stop in posting

exhaustion kicked in and put my ass to sleep

but then decided to pull a dick move and gave me a gore-y ass dream of a middle aged man(who looked like Dr. House) getting torn apart limb by limb in an elevator rapidly going up

and it was cool at first but when it hit the top and crushed his body so much that his bones started popping out that startled me awake bc the sound of made

[b00sh]

Brain rot but I've just gotta really bad headache and need to scoop out the rot before it gets worse please please please stop just let me get rid of it I need to take the pain out of my body physically and watch it writhe in my hand before throwing it away I must be sure I got all of it I want to look in a mirror as I dig gross black-red stuff out of my skull until all is left is the grey of my brain and a pile of pain in the sink before I wash it down and away

[fightwithflight]

Rot head~

Silly carcass~

Fucking worm~

Death defying pissant~

Insufferable putrid waste of space~

Eat my words and spit the bile that flows through your rot you barely human hunk of pus~