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macksartblock · 2 days

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sketches of the s1 kiddads bc i miss them

doomed children of all time

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #grant wilson #terry jr stampler #nick close #sparrow oak garcia #lark oak garcia #kiddads #me when Grant is both Isaac (his physical self) and the ram (his psyche) [sobbing rolling around on the floor]#i haven't been in the mood to draw a lot lately so hoping to get back to that more regularly soon lol #tw: blood #anyway edgy tj i miss you everyday projecting my special interest of vampires onto you immediately #[went on a tangent about how vampirism lycanthropy & classic zombie viruses could be mutated strains of rabies]#my artwork

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ashesfordayz · 3 days

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Damaged

I can't stop thinking about how traumatic Johnny getting his Chrome arm would have been 😭

#cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #keanu reeves #my art #ashesfordayz #artists on tumblr #fanart #drawing #videogames #cd projekt red #tw: blood

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linked-maze · 3 days

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What are some things that make Angel happy?

#tw: blood #linked maze #linkedmaze #tloz #zelda au #doodle #lm angel #inbox

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animepopheart · 1 day

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★ 【N.O.²】「ヨル」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me! insta • x • bsky

#yor forger #spy x family #sxf #anime girl #anime #tw blood #tw: blood #artist: N.O.²

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littlemagicalstardust · 3 days

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Orange Cassidy has said before in an old interview: "You can do whatever you want to me but the moment you hurt my friends, then I get a little upset." It really speaks so much truth when you realize... Orange has allowed Trent to hurt him and would never fight back. Until the moment he sees Trent has hurt Chuck, he's upset and wanting to get after him. He really loves Chuck and always has. <3

#tw: blood #tw: injury #everyone's okay #my gifs #freshly squeezed #orange cassidy #chuck taylor #chuckie t #sexy chuckie t #kris statlander #trent?#trent beretta #best friends #chorange #aew rampage #oc loves chuckie t #gentleman's club #kentucky gentleman

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mossomness · 2 days

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"Well, well, well. Look who came to join the party." - Dan Stevens looking far too sexy and living his best life as a vampire.

#dan stevens #abigail #abigail spoilers #frank #adam barrett #sorry for the shit quality #it's all i could find at the moment #spoilers #tw: spoilers #tw: blood #why does his swagger down the stairs do something to me?

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allelitewrestlings · 12 hours

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MOX IS BACK dir. Nick Mondo (2019)

#five years to the dot!!#jon moxley #nick mondo #wrestlingedit #aewedit #all elite wrestling #aew #ours: gifs #maker: s #*#tw: blood #tw: flashing gif

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romanomen · 2 days

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Kneading

#scp #scp foundation #scp fanart #scp shitposting #scp 953 #polymorphic humanoid #scp guard #technically #scp oc #tw: blood #tw blood #rome's school doodles

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airyal245 · 3 days

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Treebark Week 2024

Day 7 - Blood/Sweat/Tears

#tw: blood #fanart #mcyt #watercolor #treebarkweek 2024 #treebarkweek #itlwart #inthelittlewood #rendog #treebark

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starlightiing · 16 hours

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Quick!!! Don't think!!! This is a hold up!!! Lestappen with the prompt 'blood'!!!! Something short, and GO!!!!!

Hi Anon! This wasn't quick, nor is it short. But thank you for inspiring me to write tonight, when I was spending most of my time wallowing in self-doubt and self-pity about my abilities. This is set in my Winged Creature universe, and is just a glance into the entire set-up that world has to offer. I hope you enjoy and thank you again!

The sight of blood always quickens Charles' pulse, no matter how it may be overabundant or inescapable in his line of work. The sight of blood means trouble, and typically that trouble comes with an angel packed up in a pretty bow at the end of the trail, hanging on to their last moments of life with a desperation Charles hopes he never comes to understand (or perhaps, unfortunately, he already does. Maybe that's why he spends hours in the bathroom after, emptying his stomach time and time again until he's certain not even acid could possibly remain. Maybe he does know exactly the kind).

This particular trail of blood is harder to follow. The line is thin, with the drops mingling into dark soil where they are almost impossible to see. But where there is blood, there is trouble, and so Charles keeps his flashlight trained to every single spot of crimson he can decipher until he's lead to what looks to be a small, poorly constructed cabin of sorts in the middle of a small clearing. Trees tower around all sides of the house, almost encircling it, which provides the perfect shelter and limited visibility anyone could need to lay low.

Charles dims the light as he approaches, watching his breath drift upwards into the cooler air of the night. He is used to these woods being eerily silent with the lack of life - wild or otherwise - but the sounds that emanate from within the dilapidated cabin send shivers up his spine.

There are no lights that Charles can see. Two windows grace either side of the cabin, both darker than the night sky and with no glass in their panes. The wood holding the cabin together is thin and unevenly cut, and Charles thinks he could probably tap the damned thing and it would collapse to the ground with little to no effort at all.

In addition to it looking anything but inviting, there are soft, breathless whines of pain filtering out of the windows into the night. Something akin to a wounded animal - though Charles knows far better than to believe that.

He curses softly beneath his breath and breaks out into a sprint towards the cabin as fast as his legs will carry him. If those are the sounds of a distressed angel, he could have minutes, or even mere seconds, to get them help. His gun is within reach, carefully slung across his back in the event hunters are still occupying the cabin with the angel.

Or, more cryptically, in the event the angel is beyond saving.

The ground crunches beneath Charles' feet as he runs, the remains of dead leaves scattered about the dirt make both for a noisy approach to the cabin, and a slippery one. He skids slightly as he nears the doorway, reaching out to keep himself upright by grabbing hold of the wood trimming. As expected, it snaps out of place beneath his grip and it's a miracle he manages to keep himself on his feet.

"Fuck," he hisses breathlessly, raising his flashlight up for some visibility inside the pitch-black cabin. There's a table and two chairs haphazardly overturned a few feet away from the doorway, obvious evidence of a struggle, and more blood painted across the floor in the tell-tale smears of a hasty retreat. If there were hunters here - and it appears as though that was the case - they are long gone now. "Hello?"

A gasp echoes to his right, and Charles darts the flashlight across the room towards the spot where it originated. No amount of training or experience will ever fully ready Charles for the horrors he finds at the ends of blood trails.

Most especially this horror.

A young man, perhaps no older than Charles himself, lay curled in the fetal position. He’s tucked far into the corner, surrounded by the biggest puddle of blood Charles thinks he’s ever seen in his life. On the man’s back are deep, jagged, angry looking gashes where - he can only assume - wings used to reside not all too long ago. Two beautiful feathers, silky and blue, are clenched tightly in the man’s hands like a lifeline.

And he’s shaking. Oh, god, is he shaking.

“Oh my god,” Charles says, rushing over to the fallen angel’s side to better assess the damage. He knows these wounds aren’t survivable without medical attention, but the fact that the poor man is still alive after losing all of that blood, well, that is a feat in itself. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s alright, I won’t hurt you.”

The angel does not respond immediately to Charles’ words, but he does peek his head up from the floor to fasten two pained, glassy eyes directly onto Charles. Once contact is made, the angel’s eyes widen in fear, and Charles puts his one unoccupied hand up to show he has no ill-intent. “I promise I won’t hurt you. I am here to help.”

“Y-You can’t help - help me. No - no one can.” the man sputters, appearing unable to control the tremors that come with the onset of shock - hypovolemic shock, if Charles remembers correctly. This isn’t good, he needs medical attention faster than Charles can get him to it.

“Well, you have never met me. I am able to make miracles happen. Can you tell me your name?” Charles asks, reaching forward to press his fingertips against the pulse-point at one of the angel’s wrists. As he suspects, the pulse is too quick and too weak - more symptoms of shock to add to the list. He doesn’t have much time -

“M-Max. Call me Max.” The trembling is full-body, and Charles has half a mind to wince in discomfort on his behalf. If there is any relief to be found, however, it’s that Max has the cognisance to not only respond, but recall his own name.

“Okay, Max. You can call me Charles,” he says softly, switching off the flashlight and tucking it into his pocket for a quick draw should he need it later. “I need you to hold on for me, okay? I am taking you someplace safe, to a friend that can help you. I know it is probably too much to ask for your trust, but I promise you are safe with me.”

Max hums in response, but Charles doesn’t waste time trying to decipher what that could possibly mean. He reaches out to pull Max into his arms and only then does he realize just how badly he’s shaking as well.

With a grunt of effort, Charles manages to curl Max up into his arms and hoist him up from the floor. His shoes are slick in the blood that surrounds them, but he keeps his balance through the sheer power of will and will alone - Max is depending on him, the only thing standing between recovery or death, and Charles will be damned straight to hell before he allows it to be the latter option.

“Ch-Charles…you are safe?” Max chokes out, between soft mewls of pain. “I don’t - don’t want -” he pauses for a breath, one that comes far too shaky for Charles’ liking, “Don’t want to die yet.”

“It is not your time, Max, but you have to keep fighting. Fight with whatever you have left in you.”

Max’s eyes close, then, and his head lolls weightlessly to the side. Charles feels something snap in his chest as he darts through the woods as fast as he can manage holding a body larger than his own against him. There’s no time for him to stop and check for vitals, or to offer any lingering comfort to a man that might very well be taking his last breath right this very moment. All Charles can do is run, and so he does.

“Fuck!” he screams, feeling tears burn behind his eyes. “Stay with me, Max! Stay!”

If he’s crying when he reaches the sanctuary, neither Alex or Lando say a goddamn word. Max is pulled from his arms with alarming force, causing Charles to fall forward onto his knees with Lando quick to his side. Distantly, above Lando’s soft murmurs of comfort and the feverish beating of his own heart in his ears, he thinks he hears Alex say, “I’ve got a pulse!”

“Oh, fuck. Oh thank fuck.” Charles cries, leaning his entire body over onto Lando’s shoulder as the weight of his relief is too heavy for him to manage on his own. Warm, delicate wings wrap around him from either side like a cocoon, followed by a pair of welcoming arms that pull him in close and cradle him in all the ways he needs to ease the ache in his burning chest.

“You did good, Charles.” he hears Lando say from above him, and he chokes on a sob that tears its way out of his throat.. “You did so good.”

Charles thinks, perhaps, only time will tell if those words are actually true.

#lestappen #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #f1 rpf #max verstappen #charles leclerc #tw: blood #tw: violence #tw: medical #there's a whole ass plot line with charles and max in this universe so if anyone is interested in mooooreeee....#lestappen fic #lestappen fanfic

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youronlydrpepper · 2 days

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The Smiles

A new small project for my finals, I’m proud of it! It’s a bit darker than some of my usual work so, tw: for dark themes ahead

😃✨🔪

#my art #digital art #original character #the executor #the cook #the designer #the carpenter #The Smiles #tw: disturbing imagery #tw: blood #tw: animal cruelty #tw: animal death

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midna-chavelink · 3 days

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I did some drawing practice where I color the piece in grey scale before anything else. It was very interesting to try and I think it might be effective for the drawings I want to not spend as much time on. I had fun and I’m surprised I busted something out like this.

#drawing #art #art of my imagination #yes #my art #digital art #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 4 #leon #horror games #tw: blood #slight bruising #greyscale #digital painting

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sdktrs12 · 1 day

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