#light gore

[kuroartsdotcom]

first attack of 2026 for @wuhwuh ♡ ww's toyhouse

[kendraanimates]

yo im kind of late to this but happy DHMIS day ✌️👀

dhmis was one of my first fandoms and it really means alot to me 🥹

[nondescriptrock]

[slimetheartx]

When your circle small but you're all crazy

[omega-ocean]

[WIP] Got your nose!

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[Not an accurate portrayal of the characters personality]

[loser1234capybaraa]

TW light cartoon GORE

Drew @new-cartoons-paper oc: Levolon in a style i haven’t used in a while. Usually when somone likes one of my posts i check their profile to see if theres a character of theirs id like to draw and i wanted to test out drawing some brains today.

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[bhellion]

Sharing an old short story. You ever been so itchy you write a short story about it? July 2020 fucking sucked man. It's called 'Grating her hand like cheese' so, uh, it's kinda gross. No blood though, the Itch would not offer such reprieve 😢

"That's disgusting," I told her, raising a lip in disgust. She bared her teeth at me, just short of snarling. Then she turned back to her hand and started licking her wound, setting aside the file. I could see flakes of her skin on it, like dust on metal. The thought of it turned my stomach, so I looked away.

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I found Nawet in the common room, crouching forward on the couch with her legs crossed, looking very focused on her hands. As I got closer, I realized she had taken a file, the type meant for metal and woodwork, and was currently scraping it through her fingers, grating her hand like cheese.

When she whimpered, I willed myself to look again, seeing she was biting at her hand, though she quickly started rubbing them wildly. Her eyes landed on the file again, her fingernails clenched hard around her right fingers.

Working on instinct, I grabbed the file and held it away, just as her arm had reached for it. She did snarl this time. "Give it!"

"You're not supposed to scratch it," I said. Much less scrape it off.

"It's itching," she complained, falling into a whine and bringing her hand up to her mouth again, biting and licking at the same time. For a moment, I saw a beat up dog licking at its own wounds.

"You're just making it worse. Where'd you get this from anyway?" I don't remember owning a file. Then again, my basement is full of whatever my parents didn't care to keep anymore. My mom had gone through a woodwork phase. She lost interest in it two weeks in, but dad then took it up in her stead. He lasted longer. About six months.

"I found it."

"You don't know what this thing has touched," I scolded, displaying the file. My hold on it was limited to the tips of my thumb and index finger—no way I was grabbing the thing for longer than I had to. She made a swipe for it, and as I swung my hand back, the file slipped and threw itself into the trash can.

I was quite proud of my accidental shot, and she growled at the loss of her file. Two birds in one stone. Three birds if I counted the annoyed glare she gave me. At least Nawet knew not to put trash on open wounds.

"If you would stop biting at it, it would heal and stop itching."

"I want it to stop now." She did attempt to leave it alone from then on, curling her fingers in excruciating ways instead. Watching her hand was a bit like watching an exorcism, but at least she'd stopped grinding it.

I kept watch on her for a while, following her when she got up. She went to the kitchen and turned on the hot water tap, letting it flow through her fingers. She hissed at first, but quickly slumped in temporary relief. It must help.

Her hand was red when I opened my mouth again, but she beat me to the punch by switching the water to cold.

As long as she wasn't self-mutilating, I didn't mind a raised water bill. I left her to herself. I didn't understand. Why was she here? She was moody, could not work computers, heinously allergic to boot (admittedly, this was news to everyone). Not only was she useless, she was trouble. And useless.