#animal attack tw

[walks-the-ages]

Literally mind-blowing that people think Nope 2022 is ableist for having a character (Mary Jo Elliott) portray the fictional counterpart to the real life Charla Nash, because they thought her inclusion in the movie as a disfigured woman was for the "shock value" of her face, and that the audience is supposed to find her appearance scary.

Like. Literally how do you miss the point that much?

The horror is not that she is disfigured.

You're not supposed to find her scary.

You're not supposed to be horrified at her appearance.

You're supposed to be horrified that she was victimized by a system that neither cared for the safety of her and her costars as human beings, or about the animals they were working with.

an abusive system that chose to put people and wild animals in close contact and stressful situations for entertainment and profit,

that as one of only two survivors of the attack, Mary Jo is once again a victim of the same system that is attempting to exploit wild animals for the sake of spectacle, but instead of tv producers, it's her fellow survivor continuing to perpetrate the cycle,

the one person who should have been able to understand the danger, the one person who should have realized just how badly this could go wrong, and instead he's embracing the danger, thinking he's special, that he's lucky, that he was "chosen" because he escaped the Gordy's Home attack physically unscathed where the others were ripped apart and died.

We are not meant to find Mary Jo Elliot / Charla Nash scary or horrifying because of their injuries.

We are supposed to be horrified at what she was put through for the sake of entertainment,

the pain and trauma she was put through because other people thought themselves capable of controlling a wild animal,

And the fact that here she is, once again, being subjected to the same horror, only this time it's at the hand of a friend who should have known better, having lived through the same attack.

We, the audience, The Viewers if you will, are not supposed to find Mary Jo Elliot / Charla Nash horrifying for her scars-- we are meant to be horrifed in how she gained those scars.

The entire premise of Nope is a commentary on the exploitation of animals and people for entertainment and the inherent danger therein, and inviting the audience into researching the real history Charla Nash's attack by Travis the Chimp is literally just a way to show this is not just a horror movie, these things happen in real life and we need to stop this from happening again

Like. This movie is as against the exotic pet trade as you can possibly get, especially because this is still very much a problem today, chimpanzees and other primates are still legal to own in almost half of the United States,

the 2011 Zanesville "Zoo Escape" is right there,

And oh look! A quick Google search pulls of an NBC video from June 23rd, 2021 , of someone who owned a Chimpanzee for 17 years having her 50 year old daughter viciously attacked and having to lock herself and her bleeding daughter in the basement so she could call 911 and direct police to do a headshot on the chimpanzee so they could get medical attention.

Like.

This is not a cheap "haha, disfigured people are scary villains and we're showing her for the shock value"

this is literally a horror story about what this woman lived through and is being put through again by someone she should have been able to trust,

and a lesson that things need to change, because this is not just a single incident that happened decades in the past, this is happening right now, and it's going to keep happening until we enact real change to protect people and animals from suffering.

#Nope #nope 2022 #Charla Nash #Nope film #Nope movie #Animal attack tw #exotic pet trade #animal abuse mention

[tinyufoboss]

Okay, you guys were right about Goncharov. It slaps.

#goncharov #goncharov 1973 #katya goncharov #mario ambrosini #sofia daddano #illustration #comics #fanart #unreality #excuse me if i botched the cyrillic :p #blood w #animal attack tw #i wasn't going to join in but the idea of doing a comic page like this really buried itself in my brain...

[kaceyrps]

NATALIE ALYN LIND in PET SEMATARY: BLOODLINES

#natalie alyn lind #nataliealynlindedit #nalynlindedit #pet sematary bloodlines #kaceyedits #blood tw #animal attack tw

[ofwindydays]

Closed for @dmpled

Maybe Kevin should have been more truthful. All he said was that he was out on the full moon and got attacked by a bear. The human was genuinely confused why that made her walk away/ Was it the way he said it.

It didn't matter though as he pushed the wheels harder on his chair. His senses were going haywire. What the fuck did he do? He saw the corner and decided to take the short cut, ignoring the vibrations on his back. Shit it hurt. He finally cut in front of her.

"Georgie." He pleaded. "I didn't mean to sound like a jerkwhen I said that. But it's a dumbass bear that mauled me that night-" He paused. "I didn't know it would upset you."

#dmpled #c;georgie #m;kevin #(ho boi) #animal attack tw

[moonglowmuses]

he supposed that he had always been doomed. he'd been reared in a district with strong bloodlust. why in the world had he volunteered to be butchered? he had fallen for all of the propaganda. he believed that it was inevitable for him to WIN the games, but he had been dead wrong. his desire to murder the girl from district twelve only waned because she had shown him MERCY once it was his time to die. she could have made him suffer MORE, at the depravity of capitol mutts, but she had chosen humanity. at the moment, the young man was kneeling in a SEA OF GRASS. being in nature was something that he found soothing, like so many people did. "i am not in the mood to be DISTURBED," cato said without looking at his company. "i want to be left alone, so leave the way that you came."

@walstarterblog

#🌗 ( CATO ) i'm dead anyway! i always was... right? #death tw #murder tw #abuse tw #violence tw #blood tw #mental health tw #ptsd tw #animal attack tw

[vixletserenity]

Public & Private Knowledge

Public

Moved to Paldea from the Unova region

Was born and grew up in Castelia City

Student of the Uva Academy

A Champion Ranked Trainer; called The Strategist by some people

Had an idol-like persona called Lantana which she used to perform in public. Still sometimes uses it for things like kids' birthday parties

Owns a YouTube-like channel that has quickly become popular where she posts her performances for class and comment requested song covers.

Went down into Area Zero and survived

Wears a skirt instead of shorts in her uniform as a disability accommodation

Her Meowscarada Cilantro is also an emotional support Pokemon along as her lead

Under Rika's (monterraverde) tutelage to continue her battle training

Tends to avoid battling for sport despite her titles

Has a passion for performing and well skilled in how to incorporate her Pokemon into them

Favorite food is macarons; specifically Pecha Berry flavored

Recently developed a hobby for making needle felt plushes

She has an oddly colored Cyclizar (customized Miraidon) named Asterope

Was the top researcher of Area Zero until announcing stepping down from the role; along with exposing that she had gone down there a multitude of times at the request of the Paldean government.

What was once a recently declassified report is now a published book; Secrets Hidden By Cloud Cover: Mysteries of the Great Paldean Crater Solved. This book details the real cause of the Professor's passing, the AI, the journals he left behind, everything about the known Paradox Pokemon; including their typing and shiny variants, and much more. Parts of the book overlap with the information covered in Briar's The Hidden Treasure of Area Zero

Semi Public

Parents are divorced; Celeste has taken her mother's maiden name as her last name

Her mother Nova is a semi well known seamstress and once had the Nimbasa City Gym Leader Elesa come to her for a commission

Has a twin sister named Charlotte, and she attends Blueberry Academy in Unova

Has Eremophobia and Herpetophobia

Plays the mandolin

Wears a locket underneath her uniform shirt

Has a massive scar on her left shoulder blade that does down to the middle of her back

At times gives a glare to people like that of a Dragon Type Pokemon staring down at you; ready to attack. It strikes fear in some students and even a few adults when seen

Private

Has had three near death experiences

Was the other victim of a Krookodile attack that happened when she was 7, in which said Pokemon had mauled her best friend Audie. And she saw it all before going to get help, ultimately getting there too late to save her friend

Due to the attack, her father had isolated her for years in an attempt to save his reputation. Keeping her to her room aside from meals; though she has snuck out a few times

Her father had beaten her, causing the wounds that becomes her scars to reopen. Nearly died from blood loss, in which some of the blood donated was from her mother

Has met the mythical Victini during one of these days of sneaking out

Is somehow able to attract Dragon Type Pokemon to her and easily tame them

Was given a Flapple by Gene that she's named Gala

Also given a chimera Zorua from an unknown trainer

Went on a mission to stop a machine called the Archeus 100 years in a future version of Area Zero that would have destroyed multiple timelines

#private and public info #death tw #child abuse tw #animal attack tw

[gendiebrainrotreceipts]

Excuse me but WHAT the hell is this thumbnail? What would possess the op to sexualise the horrific death of this woman?

#death tw #animal attack tw #bear attack tw #misogyny #radfem safe

[oculusxcaro]

When Khare says she is afraid of bears, she means it. Even teddy bears give her the creeps though she's able to tolerate them well enough. Her experience up north was some real C.ondemned 2: B.loodshot nightmare fuel with getting chased by a relentlessly vicious grizzy bear determined to hunt her down along with the hunters that had wounded it.

#🌈 || musings #🌈 || headcanons #🌈 || character sheet #It's not quite the same situation but the fear factor was right up there #She checks out an abandoned hiking lodge and it's not as abandoned as she thought #Experiences like this are why she's perfectly happy to stay in Gotham #Getting mauled was also very painful #animal attack tw #animal attack cw #blood tw #blood cw #This game is fucking scary okay #Also I am finally off work for a day! #I meant to post about this ages ago and talking to Holly recently reminded me of it #Just a fun example of the shit she went through travelling through the scary af mountains

[whichstoodonrockyshores]

The Snakes & The People They Bite

Prompt 10: “I’m afraid I’m not the best nurse, but I’ll try.”

From These Prompts.

Rating: Teen

Summary: During an impromptu hunting trip, Boaz is spooked by a snake.

TW: Animal Attack, Sickness, Injury, Vomiting

Requested by @anautisticwriter! Unfortunately I accidentally deleted the ask, my mistake lmao.

Fic Under the Cut

It all began with a loud whiny from Boaz. Javier’s stallion was agitated, jumping pitifully around in fear. Javier rolled his eyes in frustration, annoyed that his horse was freaking out for no reason while he was trying to focus on hunting. Hunting was never something he was great at (he much preferred fishing), but even he was beginning to tire of largemouth bass for supper every night.

So, fed up with Bill’s complaints, he decided to go hunting for a change. Clearly, that was a mistake. This entire outing was a bad idea, as Javier spotted what was spooking Boaz so badly: a rattlesnake was slithering beneath the stallion’s feet, and when Javier felt himself being pushed backward, he knew this was going to end poorly. Suddenly, Javier was flung off of his saddle, flying backward into a large cactus. Boaz bolted away from the snake, and before Javier could try and call his horse back, a pain worse than he had experienced in years suddenly flooded his arm.

He cried out in pain, the cactuses thorns digging into his back as he looked at the puncture wounds on his arm. That wasn’t good, that wasn’t good at all, especially because Boaz was now completely out of sight. He whistled, but the pain was so great the air could hardly leave his lungs. He prayed his horse would return, but the stallion wasn’t anywhere to be seen. And for the first time in years, Javier wanted to see Bill goddamn Williamson.

“Bill,” he choked as he fell to the ground, the cactus now unable to hurt him as a wave of nausea and dizziness hit him, keeping him glued to the ground, “Bill!” he repeated, but his voice only a few decibels louder.

Fucking snake, of course this outing was doomed to go poorly. Javier’s body shook on the ground for minutes on end, the pain so great he felt like his arm was about to fall off. The swelling pushed against his shirt and jacket, the pain only increasing as he threw up his breakfast, nausea catching up with him. For a few moments, Javier was convinced he was going to die in the most humiliating way imaginable. Until the familiar clop of a certain Ardennes’ hooves filled his eardrums.

“Oh, shit-!” Bill exclaimed when he saw Javier, practically flying off of Brown Jack to see what the problem was, “What happened?” Bill asked, but he didn’t wait for Javier’s answer, immediately shoving a bottle of something labeled ‘miracle tonic’ into his hands. Javier usually didn’t bother with any of the town doctors’ snake oils, having no trust in their effectiveness, but Javier felt so horrible he didn’t bother thinking about it before he swallowed the tonic.

Shockingly, the so-called ‘miracle tonic! actually did make him feel a bit better. Perhaps God did perform miracles on modern men like Javier. Bill gave Javier a moment to catch his breath. That was a terrifying experience, after all, and Javier soon threw up once again from the sheer adrenaline and stress of it all. In fact, Javier was so dazed and exhausted from the sheer pain of the incident that he didn’t even realize when he was placed on Brown Jack’s back.

“We’re goin’ back?” Javier slurred, shivering despite feeling like he was burning into a ball of fire, “Wh…what ‘bout Boaz?”

“What about him?” Bill asked immediately, clearly concerned for the well-being of Javier’s American Paint, “Did the snake get him, too?”

“No… he bolted,” Javier explained, hoping that Boaz hadn’t gotten injured in another way, “Horse didn’t respond when I whistled, which ain’t like him. Hope we can find Boaz…”

“We will,” Bill said, hitching Brown Jack when they reached camp, removing the injured man from the mount and carrying him into the tent. Javier groaned in pain when he was laid on his back, the damage he received from the cactus hitting him all at once as he lay there, “Rest up.”

Javier groaned louder at the request, hating the idea of laying around while Bill did everything. Sweat ran down his face though his body felt freezing, perhaps he was sicker than he thought, “Rest? Don’ need rest,” Javier insisted, attempting to pull himself off of his bedroll, only to fall back on his back with a painful cry, “Maybe… maybe I do need the rest.”

“Yeah,” Bill said, sighing as he handed Javier a bottle of whiskey from his bag. Javier readily accepted the drink, taking gulps from it in an attempt to ease his pain, “Ain’t a great nurse, Javier… but I’ll do my best. For you.”

But Javier didn’t hear, the bottle of liquor in his hand resting on his chest as he drifted off to sleep. Bill was sure he’d be better in a few days… Javier Escuella was tough as nails, after all, no rattlesnake could bring him down for long.

#javier escuella #bill williamson #boaz the horse #reese writing #hurt/comfort prompts #animal attack tw #emetophobia #javier escuella whump #hurt/comfort #rdr2 #platonic relationships #post-chapter six: beaver hollow #request

[walks-the-ages]

Nope 2022: I was right.

There are people in the audience still during the Gordy's Home Incident.

Jupes "The Viewers" were there the entire time, watching as his costars were torn apart, watching as the Chimp playing Gordy approached his hiding spot.

Jupe had to watch as people watched him and his friends be massacred.

If you look closely in the top right corner you can see people moving around during this scene, and there might even be someone up in the control room behind the blue windows.

[ID: three screenshots from the Jordan Peele film, Nope (2022), showing the Gordy's Home Incident. It shows a TV set of an all-white living room from an under the table shot, showing the Chimpanzee playing Gordy crouched beside one of the couches, covered in blood while Mary Jo Elliot 's legs are visible, missing a slipper which is in the background standing up perfectly on its end.

In the background, the seating for the audience is barely visible, but color in the form of clothes and jackets is visible against the dark seats and dim lighting.

The second and third pictures are both zoomed in on the audience, showing more clearly that people are huddled behind their seats, watching the violence on set. End ID]

#Nope #Nope 2022 #blood tw #gore tw #Animal attack tw #Nope Film #Gordy's Home Incident #Jupe #Gordy The Chimp

[angelnumber27]

Sweet angel who has been a mutual of mine for years and years was mauled by a dog and her injuries are absolutely horrific.

Due to said accident she is unable to work and left with heaping medical bills. I was going to add the images of her injuries to this post but they are genuinely bad enough to where I decided against it as to not trigger or scare anybody.

Any and all support is needed and appreciated right now, the link is to a site selling a print she drew that is serving as a fundraiser made by her friends. If you can buy a print, wonderful!! If not, please share this and pass it around. This sweet baby deserves so much love and help, please help her survive 🖤

#she is a survival sw #and the sweetest most beautiful angel inside and out #animal attack tw #animal attack

[themagickingdomrp]

The Huntsman (Formerly Known as Humbert) ▪ 30 ▪ Cis Male ▪ He/Him/His ▪ Peter Gadiot ▪ Rebellion ▪ Taken 

Triggers: Attempted Murder, Animal Attack, Death

→ His Past 

Humbert lived in the forest his entire life, only venturing into town once a month for supplies. He was a joy to have around and helpful to anyone who asked. He took on odd jobs when his parents went to sell their crops in the village, hoping to help them financially. One fateful day, they were mauled by a bear on their way back home. His parents died from injuries, but Humbert survived. Humbert was orphaned and withdrew from the world. People soon forgot his real name and the sweet boy he once was. He began to go by the Huntsman, traveling and taking on shady jobs to make ends meet. Danger held no meaning for him. Humbert earned quite a reputation and eventually became part of Queen Grimhilde’s servants. He came to admire the wicked queen and even developed a small infatuation towards her. That ended when Grimhilde asked him to kill Snow White. While not above murder, the Hunstman could not kill anything so pure and failed to do the task. He begged for Snow’s forgiveness and told her to run at the risk of his own life. The Huntsman tried to trick Grimhilde, but she was not fooled for long. Thankfully, she was distracted by her new plan long enough for the Huntsman to escape execution. He returned to the Black Forest and while he eventually heard of the queen’s death, he still did not leave the safety of it. 

→ His Present 

The Huntsman tried to ignore the problems in the kingdom, but the unrest followed him into the forest. The animals started behaving oddly and he soon started hearing screams. People started escaping into the woods, interrupting what remained of his tranquility. Initially, he only agreed to shelter them. Next thing he knew, he was forming plans and recruiting others for the cause. He became the leader in a never-ending war. They don’t know who the enemy is and most of their efforts are attempts to find that answer. While a good leader, the Huntsman is not an approachable man. He is cynical and untrusting of just anyone that waltzes in to their group. Even those in his rebellion aren’t above scrutiny. However, he is willing to hear even the wildest tales. This is why he has started to suspect impostors. Huntsman doesn’t go into town often and attends social gatherings even less. He leads from within the shadows, knowing his capture could lead to many deaths. It’s odd having so many people counting on him keeping them safe. He isn’t sure he can do it, but he keeps those fears to himself. After all, he is all they have. 

#the huntsman #humbert #peter gadiot #snow white movie #rpg #bio char #rebellion #attempted murder tw #animal attack tw #death tw #char

[fussypaws]

Thinking about how the other day my partner was vacuuming the living room and my cat was nervous but curious about the vacuum cleaner and just kinda peaking around the corner and I thought "I'll just pick him up and move him a little closer to the cupboard thingy so he can hide in it but still be able to watch the vacuum cleaner from inside" but when I tried to execute this plan he Freaked Out and tore my arm up. I showed my partner my arm afterwards and she said "oh my god, baby! Are you okay?! You need to go wash that right now!" because I was just standing there covered in scratches and bite marks that were dripping blood lol.

Definitely the worst scratches and bites I've ever gotten from an animal and I've gotten scratched and bitten by so many animals over my life so far. Impressive. Some of these are definitely going to scar and I hope none of them become infected. It looks like a tiny vampire bit my wrist where my cat sunk his teeth in. They are pretty deep punctures and there's a pretty deep scratch along the side of my wrist but I'll live

#i did in fact clean it. soap and water and then a lot of hand sanitizer and neosporin and then absolutely doused my arm in rubbing alcohol #you can imagine how bad that hurt lol #txt #fussy's journal #animal attack #animal attack tw #(i guess. he was just scared) #pet tag #daffodil tag

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Oasis: Day Seventeen

CW: Nightmares; soldiers being inhumane, hiding; ripped out of house; attempted rape; gore (body horror), animal attack, religious allusions

This is a very disturbing part; if you don’t want to, or cannot read it; there will be a non-graphic recap at the beginning of the next part to let you know what happened, as it is important to the plot.

If you are fine with everything but don’t want to read the gore, skip the section between the 🦉

Don’t sacrifice your mental health for fiction (especially not mine; I will be personally hurt and insulted if you do).

…

…

… I slept all day yesterday. I the most horrible nightmares. I remember everything so clearly it’s almost as if it actually happened. Though rationally, I know I never experienced any of it. I think it may be a warning of some sort… Let me tell you about it, whoever you are:

At first, I was sitting somewhere pitch-dark and cold, like a cellar. There were other people with me who I could not see; but I could feel them moving and shifting around me. We were in close quarters, breathing together. Every sound we made was painfully loud. Maybe it was the acoustics; maybe it was our state of mind. We were waiting for something terrible to happen.

But the strangest thing was that our emotional climate was not one entirely of fear. It was something else, something so distinctly eager. Reverent, even. Our suffering was virtuous; and we were all in it together. We understood what was happening and why — nobody could take that knowledge from us. I understood it, too, in the moment of the dream. But now the knowledge is taken from me.

Soon the sound of many, many boots came running in above our heads. We shuddered. Loud, but muffled voices sounded through the upper room, which I presumed to be attached to a small bungalow of some sort. Though I had never seen the house, I felt as if I knew exactly what it looked like; in my heart of hearts, I could have drawn its floor plan. I could see what rooms the men above were in based on what I heard of their movements. I could see them picking up little trinkets on the shelves and setting them down. I could see them opening the kitchen cupboards. I could see them rummaging through the clothes in the bedroom, and then the bookcase—

Something was on that bookcase that shouldn’t have been there… or did I have it? I hoped I had it. Or perhaps someone else had it. It didn’t matter where it was; just please not there.

Or were there more of them than only one? A myriad rainbow of books flashed before my eyes in recollection. There was a loud thud, like a bomb on the bedroom floor... something blue. He was stooping to pick it up. He was reading the cover, flipping through the pages of a history long-reiterated since the bloom of technology — something only living in the back of our minds, until then. I could barely hear a child cry over the sound of my own heartbeat.

That’s when they found us. The trap door above our heads slammed open.  I should have been scared; but a wave of calm washed over me. It was alright. This needed to happen. 

Adults and children alike, we turned to face these men, peacefully offering our arms to them. We were hoisted one-by-one into the room; then they shoved us out of the house, at gunpoint, into the open air. I landed on my bare knees, in the grass.

It was an unusually loud, bright night. Crickets, cicadas, and frogs made the air sound like it was sizzling in a frying pan. Millions upon millions of stars sparkled in the sky. It was like being in the middle of outer space. I stared at the the spectacle, half dazed, in wonder. 

I was harshly pulled to my feet and made to walk in a straight line behind the others. These men were taking us somewhere, presumably to kill us. The thought of what would happen next was terrifying; but we were all assured: whatever horrible things might happen that night would not happen to us.

As we trudged through the muddy fields, we came upon a tree, which wasn’t very tall, but wide. We were all told to stop walking at about fifty paces away and forcibly lined up side-by-side, facing this tree. It was then I noticed a small bird, like a funny-looking owl, perched on one of its branches. I would not been able to see it had it not been for the stars illuminating the white stripe around its neck and wings; otherwise, it was a brown bird, with pitch-black eyes. It wasn’t long before three more flew in and perched themselves right next to the first one; then another three, and another three. Some more landed on a different branch. Like the first, they all remained completely silent.

I froze at the sensation of cold metal on the back of my neck. My arm was being grabbed, obscene words whispered in my ears in a mixture of breath and spit. But my eyes were fixed on what was happening in the tree. The men were too busy terrorizing us to notice as birds descended on the tree from every direction, dozens at a time. Their number grew steadily like an exponential function, flocking, landing, squeezing themselves between the others until every limb was weighed-down with these strange, mute little owls. 

I tried to fight off the man, but I was too weak. He threw me on the ground; that’s when I got my first good look at him: He was wearing a black uniform. His face was smudged out. This faceless, mouthless soldier was shouting, pulling my hair, bashing my skull. I was screaming. Everyone was screaming. The insects quickly rose to a fever pitch, trilling at such a high volume that our cries were drowned out. 

Suddenly, the light shifted in a way it should not have. Alarmed at the change, the man stopped attacking me and jumped to his feet. I lay there, exhausted and shaking all over from what had just transpired. My lips were moving, my throat was vibrating with sound; but I neither knew, nor heard what I was saying at all. I was crying out something very profound and long-winded. The only words I remember from it were “the flesh of kings.” I don’t know what that meant. It obviously bore some significance to the situation; but what, I don’t know. I was terribly frightened and not at all present in my body.

I looked at the sky; the stars seemed like they were spinning. I managed to roll onto my side to get away from them because they were making me dizzy. I covered my ears, trying to block out the deafening noise. My organs were rattling inside my body. I remember begging, “Help me” over and over again. Within seconds I felt the sensation of a benevolent, warm presence wrap itself around my abdomen. I put my hand to my abdomen to feel what was causing it. Nothing was there. Another warm spot formed at my head; everything was going to be alright. 

There was a tiny pop, barely-audible. I opened my eyes. Across the field, I was able to see the soldiers whipping around in every direction, frantically pointing their guns heavenwards, then at the tree, and back again. They were like frightened animals. I, too, was unnerved; I had to sit up to make sure my eyes were not playing tricks on me:

The tree was cast in what looked like a spotlight. This spotlight was not stationary— neither was the moon. Obviously, every stellar body is in constant motion, it would be silly to say I was alarmed at this fact alone. But in relation to my position on Earth, I could see with my own two eyes, the moon was orbiting around the Earth at an immense speed. Despite the knowledge I seemed to have in this dream,  it frightened me. 

The multitude of tiny, white-throated owls, on the other hand, were peaceful as ever. They were soundless, motionless; more like stone than flesh and blood. Birds are such sensitive creatures, especially to changes in magnetism; yet they did not react to the moon… Why?

I jumped. A pair of wings whizzed past my ear from behind. Then another, and another, and another. I stood. There was a huge, black cloud lifting off ground, and we were right in the middle of it. This strange cloud hovered above our heads, as if suspended in a liquid. The soldiers backed up in groups of two to five men, staying as close as they could to one another in order to ward off whatever was to come.

Then suddenly everything was gone. The moon, the crickets, the stars in the sky. It was pitch-black and dead silent; as if had someone covered our eyes and plugged our ears — but both were still wide-open.

When this cover lifted from our senses, it was daylight. The sun was out and the birds were singing as if nothing ever changed. We all rose unsteadily to our feet to see what had just happened. All the soldiers were dead. The ground was littered with them. In a state of shock, awe, and morbid curiosity, I slowly approached the nearest corpse…

🦉

There was so much blood on the ground that I had to be careful not to slip in it. His body was rigid; the fingers bent in an unnatural position. I should have turned back, but I didn’t. I went even closer. His face had been eaten off, except for his left eye, which was hanging down the side of his skull by a wet clump of connective tissue. It was a blue eye. 

One of the birds that had been in the tree fluttered down, landing with its feet in the ripped-open pool of the soldier’s mouth. It bobbed around before nestling between what little of his teeth were still intact, bathing in the blood as if it were water. 

“Whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will,” The little bird said. 

🦉

I awoke, bolt-upright, screaming. Kylie appeared at my bedside and I latched onto her. I think I may have crushed the girl… I feel just awful.

…

Tagging: @astudyinpanda @oldwoolhat @jiminy-cricket-but-gay @gorelabs @straight-to-the-pain @incoherent-introspection @nova-3-the-exo @bitalene

#gore tw #eye gore #rape tw #soldiers tw #gun tw #oasis #Don’t feel too bad about crushing her Dulce #general cw #animal attack tw

[manenimittliv-moved]

My dad’s dog just genuinely lunged and tried to attack me and all he said was “he’s going to go to training”

You had your fucking eye ripped out by a dog!!!!!!! I’ve never been so scared in my own house, do something about it!!!!!

#I’m in my car sobbing #( ooc. ) #dog tw #animal attack tw

[spookyboywhump]

Well now I want petty Zander

Allen, gimme. *grabby hands*

I feel like Zander really doesn’t get petty but at the same time it’s super funny to imagine him making all kinds of passive aggressive comments towards Cain and Cain can’t really say or do anything about that so he just has to sit there like “oh my god here we go again” while Zander is like “It really is a mystery you know. It’s like my leg just decided to stop working on its own. It’s almost like somebody let their boyfriend set an attack dog loose on me. But who would do that, right?”

#animal attack tw #he goes on for a while until cain feel sufficiently guilty and is like ‘okay can I like. get you anything. since you’re bedridden and all.’ #and Zander’s like ‘oh my god you’re so generous if you could send over some food that would be LOVELY’ #cain only has Zander’s address so he can order food for him when he’s feeling bad/j #anonymous