Art By Pale Caesar

18+ only, minors please DNI and leave this place; possible TWs: blood, violence, murder, horror, body horror, gore, characters behaving self-destructive, noncon & dubcon implied. Please, feel free to ask to tag something so you could avoid it in your feed, but please remember that this account is almost always abt something, somehow disturbing. Also feel free to ask if there is something you don’t want to see before diving deep into tags: I’ll tell you if it’s safe.

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To be or not to be

Dr. Solus never had plenty of time, but there was a room to return to Hamlet once more... now, from the other perspective

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Death Note. Fear not, it's juicy

You know, Kira. Serial killers only eat strawberries.

Yellow Box finale behind the curtain

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Welcome home.

Not a single candy here. You, bakemono.

No longer am I just justice. Vigilante justice, see.

- In nothingness L possesses that good old racket that he was buried with. But now, the day he and Light met again, the racket meets grave once more: as L said before, he is strong also physically

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There's no more, or longer, cats in Kirkwall

There's still no Sir Pounce-A-Lot in Kirkwall But there's Anders. With Anders comes Anders' insomnia, current episode one, two days one, two nights One, two, day after day, now manifesto after manifesto wall after wall, ninety nine, keep counting to thousands, counting keeps rage at bay Milk keeps cats happy Rage demons are ultimately simpler and less intelligent than any of their kin One doesn't need something something really sophisticated to attract and fuel one

Thirst keeps rage demons agreeing to something ultimately simpler than what could possibly quench it

Here kitty kitty

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Dark Souls. Regal Substitute

Again and still and ever: more to this so-called resin than meets the eye.

Imagination, imaginings and imagery. One finds them fertile, now ought to make them fecund, fruitful — seed with ideas, let the future gardens grow tall

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Pathologic. Gorizontik

Very right thing to do to keep the umbrella open, for it comes more than just a drop of not really stage blood

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Perhaps it is easier to be turned inside out?

Bachelor Dankovsky, after meeting the mysterious Steppe creature made of clay, sticks and bone, came to check on the Fated ones' health. One of them has the opinion on his methods that would make herself worth being made of the materials that make fool of human medicine

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TES III Morrowind. In the depths

For Azura's sake, what in the-

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Shaman King. Please, no more

"What are you. Big, big nekomata, yet crying like a kitten."

"I am just treating the oni… it's like your milk meals for him. He'll go all mellow so very soon, and he'll take his leave."

"Don't fret, I am not going to die."

"Nothing serious. Just blood"

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Enjoy your meal, eat it cold

After everything about the inauguration goes back to quiet, The Chosen of Bane mourns the loss… just how the one of fortitude should, it seems. But no; not over how what also "should" have been done, is done -- not over the throne hall butchery. But over how he cannot do that again.

After all, back there in hellhouse, he was called a miserable little whiner for a reason.

Before the hellhouse, there was one another: the one that sold him. Right now, he stands at these very doors.

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Pathologic. Nothing more. But nothing less

Them, idlers too curious, suppose that idle hours of her own Governor Saburov's wife spends all wining and dining. That's too much far from truth. Glued to the dusty closet drape, she waits and waits for that one particular girl that is about to bring her that particular package. Rats inside her skull, meanwhile, about to finally get done with what's little left of her brains. And before they get done (before what's inside the package will get done with them), she tries to get them out: by their tails, all the way through her ears.

Them, idlers too curious, suppose that Governor Saburov forced his wife Katerina to cut her hair like that, and for sure it has something to do with their marriage being fruitless. That's too much far from truth, too. (By the way, Alexander himself hates that hairstyle: black hair, shoulder-long).

She just need morphine

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No lullaby tonight, Tom

The final moments before it's done… how it's done, when it's a mother's love to do the job

Cradle toys supposed to be Albus Dumbledore's birthday gift against the evil eye

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Arcane Silco. You're just dismissed

Poor sucker

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Pathologic. Fifth wheel | Welter in coat

Ah, that February road mud, so fresh with yesterday's thaw memory and today's blood yet getting old with the ice just again. Hurts so much to lie in it and hurts so much to stay conscious. Pleases so much to realize there's Worms-drawn cart passing by: Worms do have hearts.

The Inquisitor was caught on and was broken in two: Diamonds do have violent taste. They ripped off his shoulder straps but left the mask intact to let it turn into the death one, dropped the business card farewell and moved on. Who could imagine someone else will go this road in the middle of nowhere: said cart, carrying stern-looking mysteries and stern-looking old man next to them, just on the right cart's side. Isidor Burakh also took something off from the Inquisitor: his hair, cut, as the offering to the soil that being fed with the blood just got starving. Pleases again that Worms do also have physical strength, they don't mind to carry a human weight.

Life saved, but maimed remains. Well, maybe some little ditties will do.

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BRAVE NEW GIRL The Night Orchid maid now has her shadow guards all around her, so frets not be it the gloomy forest before her… or the big bad wolf.

O woe is Shadowheart: Wisdom Check Critical Failure.

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SITTING UP I LOOK AWAY (AND SEE EVERYTHING)

Soot above and blood below

They say, it's been a long time since young Burakh granted Tycheek successor girl the new playhorse instead the of the old one, sadly lost to the Sand Filth area, and not a single change touched her height, her age, her demeanor. Kapella, the youth jealous hence youth wise, considers Taya should thank how rare there in Abattoir they do take the baths and wash their necks clean. Oh, the Abattoir. Soot above and blood below: Taya should keep her dad's gift clean from them both, still. Before it was the butchers' duty to help her, now it's a yoke around the former foreman's neck. Wasn't murdered old Oyun. He will die just like that, later, of those bad nodes on said neck. These days, he is the said playhorse replacement. And these days, Taya comes to understand: one can not reach the true power without getting their hands (and, sadly, feet) dirty. So she starts just changing the socks.

The wind instrument finally gets a name: Gonorrhea (blame Sticky and how deep he got his nose into Bachelor's Dankovsky medical books)

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The Duelist On their very deathbed, in their last haze, some people see their nearest and dearest ones. Some people see the ceiling right above said deathbed, some people see nothing at all. Some people see angels. This dying one's last moments of being able to see just anything belong to the vision of the death fighter, that just realized, seeing the man passing away right before him, what the weapon should be chosen next. Daniil Dankovsky coming to the idea of defibrillator engine. As the deadman is being taken said away and down below, to the fridge level, anatomical theatre proceeds to an intermission.

From left to right: old Telman; A., the author of the letter Dankovsky has with him on his Day 1; Pyotr Kroy, the inquisitor, disguised as a male nurse assistant; D. Dankovsky, thanatologist and the death fighter failed once again; Mark Karminsky, the inquisitor, giving the last one a reassuring pat pat, as if he was saying "don't you fret, heretic my dear, what a big deal: no one has ever survived death"; Dankovsky's player hater colleague named Konstantin, who is all eager to lash out whenever it's possible. Comes as it comes: death is only the beginning.