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krowfaced · 3 months

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🪡 Taxidermy 🪡

╢Personal work and characters╟

I reached my goal of January! I hope to make a finished piece for each month and I’m proud I pulled it off! Onwards February ✨

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flayote · 1 year

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a wee black backed jackal pup lost too soon, who i have the honor to preserve 🖤

#vulture culture #taxidermy #skinning #jackal.

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anemia · 6 months

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Goretober Day 18: Skinning

Who put Luna in the machine!!!!

#Goretober #Guro #Skinning #Skinned #guro #xxanemia #Goretober 2023

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anime-to-the-t · 2 months

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#Shuffle Gakuen #Shuffle School #Yukiko Aoi #Kabumoto Yu #Suzumori Shizuma #tw guro #skull #skinning #slasher #horror manga #hanging #Hori Yuusuke #my caps #Gakuen cap

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awkwardosthe3rd · 1 year

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I have been rambling a lot - have some gore instead

#gore art #gore #injury #art #digital art #painting #digital painting #illustration #oc art #werebear #bear #muscle gore #skinning #tw skinning #bear skull #undead

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lacyribb0ns · 23 days

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I feel like skinning myself into ribbon then tying the ribbon into bows.

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whumpsday · 1 year

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Kane & Jim #42: Raw

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content: GORE GORE GORE, vampire whumpee, sadistic whumper, burns, torture, mouth whump, skinning kind of, death wish

have one to think about next time you’re cleaning your house

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Kane made a small, soft sound that utterly failed to convey the massive amount of pain he was in as he was dumped from the board to the floor.

He landed on his front. He hated when he landed on his front. He just wanted to rest, after a day in the sun. Every inch of his front burned, the pain overwhelming. He couldn’t see, couldn’t speak, he could hardly even move. His body had been pushed well past its limit.

But now, he had to flip himself over. Because as much as it hurt now, it would hurt even more if his melted skin stuck to the floor and he had to peel himself off later. He had no desire to repeat that experience.

It wasn’t easy. He tried to use the part of his arm that had been flush against the board to push himself over, but moving anything at all sent waves of pain through him as his charred skin protested, his skin had already managed to slightly stick to the floor, and he simply had no energy left. The process was horrendously slow, but finally, he managed to flip himself over. His unburnt back rested against the cool concrete, his mangled front finally free of the pressure.

Kane laid there, breathing heavily, the air smelling strongly of his own burnt flesh. It hurt, hurt, hurt. It hurt too much to bear. He didn’t want this. He so, so badly wished he could go home. Lay in his nice comfortable bed, drink as much blood as he wanted.

But he couldn’t. He was here, burning. It was going to take weeks of grueling recovery for the burns to fade to a point of functionality, and well over a month or two for them to go away entirely. And he just had to lay here and take it.

His heart spiked with dread as he heard the sound of a hunter coming back down the stairs. It had to have only been a couple of hours since he was brought back inside. The hunters usually left him alone for a while after the sun. He couldn’t do much, and although humans’ sense of smell was dull, this was apparently one thing they could smell.

Just leave me alone. Please just leave me alone. It hurts so much. Please, please let me rest.

His silent pleas went unanswered as the hunter approached further. Kane couldn’t see them, and could hardly smell the scent of a human amid the horrible burnt stench, but he’d gotten very good at listening to footsteps during his time here.

“Aw, all nice and crispy, are you?” the hunter mocked. Kane’s blood ran cold as he recognized the voice. This one was particularly cruel.

Kane could do nothing to respond, unable to speak or move. He continued to lay there helplessly, hoping for mercy. It couldn’t possibly get worse than this. The sun had already set. It wasn’t like they could put him back out there.

“How about I clean you up a little?”

That was... okay. He usually hated the hose. It barely got him clean at all, left him freezing and shivering, and someone would almost always threaten to warm him up after. But now, he thought the cold water might at least soothe his burns a little, even if the pressure would be awful on his ruined skin. The worst part would be having to be moved all the way back outside.

But the hunter made no move to transport him. Kane smelled him draw closer, heard him plop to the floor beside him. “Yeah, let’s brush all that dead skin away, huh?”

Suddenly, Kane felt something prickly touch his exposed stomach. Just that small touch already made him gasp through his nose.

No, this wasn’t right. They were supposed to leave him alone after the sun.

The prickly touch turned into white-hot agony as the hunter began to scrub at him. He screamed, the sound muffled by his fused-together lips.

A scrub brush. It was a scrub brush.

Kane tried to writhe, to get away, he had to get away from it, but he could hardly move. The hunter placed a hand on his chest, bigger than a hand should be- rubber cleaning gloves?- and pressed down. In his weakened state, the pressure was enough to immobilize him, even making it a little hard to breathe.

The hunter kept scrubbing, hard, moving agonizingly slowly through every part of his body the sunlight had touched, from head to toe. His face was the worst, he always hated when they messed with his face. As the brush scrubbed at his mouth over and over again, the melted tissue sealing his lips together broke, and his unmuffled screams were released anew.

He could open his eyes now as well, but didn’t dare, not yet. He didn’t want to see.

Eventually, the hunter had scrubbed down every inch of his front. “Yeah, that’s more like it. That is what you fucking deserve. Remember that, leech.”

Kane let out a pained whine in response.

The hunter left. After a few minutes, he slowly, slowly opened his eyes. It hurt to even do that, his eyelids in as much pain as the rest of him. He stared up at the ceiling for a long while, afraid to see what his body had been reduced to, but eventually he cast his gaze down to look over himself.

He was unrecognizable. There was blood everywhere, his body scrubbed so raw that it looked like he was made of blood. His skin sat in wet, disgusting piles all around him, scrubbed loose off his body.

It was not the first time he’d been skinned, but he decided he preferred the blade.

Kane laid there helplessly, wishing for death.

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sorry i’ve been dead lately and that this was short, got stuff going on irl. will be back to posting at least once a week once it blows over.

the good news is i’m working on editing a crossover RP between K&J and @not-a-space-alien ‘s Magnanimous Moonrise & Savage Sunset, so look out for that sometime in the next couple weeks!

drabbles posted between #41 and #42:

Jim’s Bad Day

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#kane and jim #whump #my writing #vampire whumpee #sadistic whumper #burns #torture #gore #mouth whump #skinning #death wish #whump writing

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hummingbird-of-light · 23 days

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Round 2: Seventeenth story for @badthingshappenbingo ~

Title: A Piece Of Art

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)

Character(s): Robert "Robbie" Scott, Khan Noonien Singh

Relationship(s): Robert "Robbie" Scott & Montgomery "Scotty" Scott (mentioned)

Rating: M

Words: 1,317

Prompt: Human Shield (used in a kinda abstract way?)

Warnings: Graphic Depiction Of Violence, Blood and Injury, Major Character Death, Disgusting Themes, Swearing, Kidnapping, Skinning, Psychopathology, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

A/N: Based on my June of Doom story "You're doing great"

(You can also find this story on AO3)

~ A Piece Of Art ~

Robert "Robbie" Scott helplessly tried to pull at the restraints that were holding him down. He gritted his teeth in anger, twisting and turning his head as best he could, but found that it was of no use. He was tied to some sort of massage table, lying prone.

A muffled scream was all he was able to produce with a cloth gagging his mouth. Whoever had brought him to this place had definitely planned it.

He chuckled humorlessly. He knew exactly who had brought him to this place. It was the bastard who had kidnapped his brother. The reason why Robbie had come to the States in first place.

When the message about Montgomery Scott being missing had reached his family in Scotland, Robbie had known right away that he needed to get there. He needed to find out what had happened to his big brother.

So he had traveled overseas and within two weeks had gotten closer to an answer than the police ever had in a month.

The brilliant Scotsman had managed to follow every step his brother had taken before he had disappeared. He even had gotten access to some cameras the police had claimed to have been broken during the night of the kidnapping. It had been very hard to restore the 'deleted' footage, but Robert Scott was a damn good hacker.

And there he had seen him. The man his brother had run into on his way back home after work. The man his brother had chatted with for a moment before collapsing into his arms. The man who had 'helped' his brother into a nearby car, only to drive away moments later.

Robbie had thought about showing the footage to the local police, however, since he hadn't gotten the information the legal way, he had chosen to gather more proof first instead.

The Scotsman had thought about all the ways he knew to find someone.

The kidnapper had used a foil so that his license plate was unreadable for cameras.

He had also been smart enough to keep his face away from the cameras.

Robbie's only hope had been to trace the device the man had used to delete the security footage, but that hadn't worked either.

So instead, the Scotsman had focused on his brother's routine. He had visited all the places Monty used to go to.

His favorite café, the shipyard he worked at, the library he often visited, the pool.

And there Robbie had finally found him. The man he had seen in the video. The height, the dark hair, the car — there was no doubt.

Khan Singh, British physiotherapist.

He was the man who had kidnapped Montgomery Scott. And he was the same man who had taken Robbie now.

Tears of despair escaped the Scotsman's eyes as he once again failed to pull at his restraints. If only he had informed the police. If only he had been smarter. If only —

"Mr. Robert Scott."

The deep voice that suddenly echoed through the cold basement sent a shiver down Robbie's spine and he froze.

"My, my... what a pleasant surprise. I didn't think that I'd find another Scott."

The voice moved closer and closer and when Robbie managed to turn his head to the side, he met the handsome face of the bastard who had taken his brother.

"You are related to Montgomery Scott, aren't you? Judging by the appearance I'd say... his little brother?"

Robbie just glared at his counterpart, putting all the hate he felt into it. That man had no right to talk about his brother!

"Ah, I see. So I'm right about it. Now, what are you doing here? So far away from bonnie Scotland..."

Singh was mocking him! It was clear to tell! Robbie muttered some swear words into his gag and clenched his hands to fists.

"I suppose you wanted to search for your brother, huh? Well, I'm happy to be able to tell you, that you found him."

A frown crossed Robbie's face as he watched Singh get up from where he was kneeling next to the massage table and move out of his sight.

His heart started to race and various thoughts rushed through his mind, however, Robbie wasn't prepared for what happened next.

His kidnapper placed something right beneath the table's face hole and when Robbie looked through it, his stomach started to twist and turn.

A weak sob escaped his mouth and his eyes widened in disbelief.

There, right in front of his eyes, was a framed painting. Abstract lines in a dark red seemed to form what had to be a ship. At first, it looked like normal paint, but at a closer look, Robbie could tell the lines for the cuts they were. Cuts that had been carved into skin.

He wanted to throw up, but held it back, knowing that otherwise he might choke on it. Endless tears streamed down his cheeks, dropping onto the glass beneath him.

"Oh please. Don't cry. Your brother was the perfect canvas. This is one of my best pieces."

Singh's happy voice next to his ear disgusted Robbie even more and he moved his head away from the 'painting' to look at his brother's kidnapper... no... killer. The therapist was smiling at him.

That bastard had killed him! He had killed Monty!

Robbie screamed and sobbed into his gag, shaking his head vigorously.

"Now, let's see what we can do with your skin, huh? Right now I don't have space for a new piece of art since buyers are rare at the moment, but I'm sure we'll find something to create."

Slowly, Singh straightened his back and it didn't take long until Robbie felt his shirt being cut open, followed by cool fingers running up and down his bare back. The Scotsman winced at the touch, weeping quietly.

"Not as clean and perfect as your brother's, but it's something I guess."

For a long moment, Singh seemed to muse about what he should do and when he eventually made a determined and satisfied sound, Robbie squeezed his eyes shut in fear.

"Oh! Yes, that's good. You see, I have this wonderful friend. Her name is Kati."

The strong hands slapped the Scotsman's shoulder.

"She loves fantasy and medieval live action role-playing. Even though I see her more as a fairy, she prefers warrior characters. I'm sure she'd be happy about a new leather shield with handmade carvings for her birthday."

Robbie's breathing fastened and he shook his head in panic. His heart started to race as he yelled into his gag over and over again.

"I'm sure I can arrange something with that skin of yours."

A shield! That monster wanted to make a shield out of his skin!

No! Please! No! No!

Singh didn't seem to care. Instead Robbie heard him sit down on a wheel stool and roll over to the other side of the room.

"You should have stayed in Scotland, Mr. Scott. Well... at least you get to spend your last hours with your brother."

Robbie couldn't help but wince when loud classical music started to fill the room.

His eyes stayed focused on the painting as he felt the knife cut through his skin. With every line, his end was getting closer and closer and it hurt like hell, but when Singh eventually started to skin his whole back, Robbie didn't even make a sound.

He just stared at the ship. The ship that strangely enough represented his brother oh-so-well. The ship... Monty...

He only hoped that death had taken his brother quickly. For Monty hadn't deserved to leave the world in such a painful way. No one did.

And once again Robbie regretted that he hadn't told the police about his findings. For now it was too late. He'd end up as a piece of art. And no one could save him.

#bad things happen bingo #prompt: human shield #fandom: star trek aos #fanfiction #robbie scott #khan noonien singh #whump #graphic depictions of violence #blood and injury #major character death #disgusting themes #swearing #kidnapping #skinning #psychopathology #modern au

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norisus · 2 years

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An obscure old character of mine, Siliqua. She haunts her own pelt

#siliqua #wolves #skinning #animal death #death #ghosts #spirits #art #my ocs

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metalatias5 · 10 months

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Pretty dang morbid idea, but like, imagine if Skulker ever got a hold of the Fenton Ghost Peeler

Skulker about the FGP: “10/10, approved by the Ghost Zone’s greatest hunter! Peeled the pelt right off my prey faster and cleaner than any knife ever could! The perfect modern skinning tool! Full-body ghost-armor compatible!”

#meta rambles #Danny Phantom #Danny Phantom ideas #Skulker #morbid #skinning #tw skinning #Fenton Ghost Peeler

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whump-queen · 2 years

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How to get a vampire to stop biting

Seth makes a new friend :)

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This is an excerpt from a collab with @whumpsday and @whumpshaped, so characters include Kane (@whumpsday’s OC), Seth & Pumpkin (@whumpshaped’s OCs), and Silas (my OC, wip art here).

(CONTENT WARNING: extreme gore, skinning the face, broken jaw, facial mutilation, ripping skin off, intermittent use of “it” pronouns (derogatory). DEAD DOVE: Do Not Eat - I’m not kidding, this is probably the bloodiest thing I’ve ever posted here)

Kane whines behind the muzzle when he sees Seth grab the silver chain, clasping his hands together and shaking his head desperately. He points to himself and then pointedly at the spot he's sitting, tensing up. Trying to communicate, ‘I'll stay still.’

Seth stops for a moment, looking at Silas. "Well? Should we just trust it? I mean, you've already trusted in once and it got you bitten, so I don't know."

"No way. Chain the damn thing up, will you?"

Seth grins. "Your wish is my command, good sir." He chains Kane up, rougher than necessary. Tighter than necessary.

Kane screams behind the muzzle as the silver chain grills into him, searing his body everywhere it touches. He sobs at the sharp increase in pain. Everything burns.

"Perfect," Silas bends down and unbuckles the silver muzzle, peeling it away from the skin it had fuzed to in the time it had stayed strapped to the vampire's face, burning away, leaving a horrible, bloody mess in its wake.

"Aww," Silas coos at Kane, "Don't you look so pretty for us, leech," aware that Kane still can’t hear anything through those silver nails Silas had hammered into his ears, and still not caring.

Kane cries out again at the agonizing removal of the muzzle, though he's relieved to have it off. "Th-thank you, sir." he whispers to Silas, very tentative about speaking, terrified that he'll put the muzzle back on.

Silas is beyond amused that the vampire would thank him, not knowing what's about to happen.

He bends down and opens the clamp, and fits it in between Kane's blood-soaked teeth. Kane's jaws are forced open as Silas slowly begins to turn the knob on the side of the metal tool, gradually pushing his jaws wider and wider apart, taking his sweet time to let the confusion and anticipation fully soak in.

It’s at this point that Seth pulls out his phone and starts recording. This is new and fun and exciting, he needs to capture it.

Kane quickly realizes what's about to happen to him, his heart races with dread. He sobs around the intrusion in his mouth, looking up at Silas with desperate, pleading eyes as he whimpers.

“Oh, the leech looks so nice when it’s eyes look at me like that, I’d never get tired of this—so terrified, so desperate…” He continues to turn the knob that stretches the clamp wider and wider, until it’s clear he’s hit a limit with the vampire’s jaw, as its eyes snap open wide and it starts making the most beautiful noises. Silas keeps turning until he hears a loud snap followed by a terrible scream.

Kane heaves ragged breaths as he winces from the pain of his broken jaw. It's not as bad as the silver burning into him, but it's still horrible. He's also now back to being unable to speak.

With Kane’s jaw freshly broken, Silas untwists and removes the clamp, and, mesmerized by the way the vampire’s mouth hangs open limply, starts running his fingers along his fangs.

“Aww you wanted to bite me didn’t you, leech?” He grabs ahold of Kane’s lower lip, playing with the way his mouth opens and closes with the smallest nudge, completely slack. “Go ahead and bite me then.”

Silas laughs at the complete lack of muscle control Kane now has over his own mouth, “You know Seth, I’d say it’d be fun to play with its mouth a little more in this state,” he looks right up into the camera of Seth’s phone and smiles,”but I know we’re just getting to the fun part.“

Silas reaches for his belt and pulls out that dreaded serrated knife, which was quickly becoming Silas’ favorite tool of the day’s activities. He holds Kane’s mouth open with one hand and presses the teeth of the blade against the inner corner of Kane’s mouth. Then, ever so slowly, he begins to saw back and forth up through his cheek, savoring every rip of each bit of flesh and the snap of each bit of sinew that caves and tears under the jagged teeth of the knife.

With one side of Kane’s face completely mutilated, he completes the same pattern on the other side, sawing through tissue up until he hits the point where the two sides of Kane’s jaws connect, where his neck and ear meet.

Silas releases a contented hum as he places the blood soaked knife onto Kane’s heaving chest. As if to prove a point, even just to himself, he grips the flaps of now separated skin at the base of either of Kane’s ears and begins to tear the skin and tissue of his lower cheeks downward towards the chin, exposing all of Kane’s lower teeth amid a red layer of muscle and blood vessels.

Kane tries to stay still and good through the horrible event, scream after scream torn from his throat. Everything hurts, from his jaw to his ears to the silver chain still wrapped around his body. But he knows that at least he will heal from this, Pumpkin's fingers won't grow back.

And poor Pumpkin, who knows what's happening, is hellbent on trying to muffle their sounds. They don't dare look. They're terrified that at one point, they'll have to, they'll have to face what those two did to their friend.

The skin of Kane’s face hits a bit of a stopping point as Silas has yet to sever one last line through Kane’s face—but he’d wanted to see how far he could get it to rip first, before using the knife to finish the job.

The tissue is bound more firmly once he reaches the base of the jaw bone, and a few threads and patches of tissue still had yet to be severed. Picking up the knife once more, he carefully carves each part away from the bone, and at last, hands drenched in blood, Silas holds up all of the skin that once lined Kane’s lower face and jaw.

He looks up at where Seth is filming, positively beaming, “and would you look at that, we got it all in one piece.”

Seth can’t stop laughing, in utter disbelief as the show goes on, both at how gross this is and how much Silas is clearly enjoying this. This will make him a pretty penny later.

But there’s still one more step, the bone itself will have to be separated from the rest of the skull. With the skin out of the way and the two joints dislocated, all that remains are a few tendons holding the bone in place.

Silas feels his adrenaline spike to yet a higher pitch, but before he can begin, he realizes he’ll need his hands free. “Hey leech, hold this for me, would you?” And places the skin he’s holding tissue-side down, over Kane’s eyes and nose.

And with that, he’s taken the knife up yet again, sawing through the last few tendons and bits of tissue before gripping Kane’s bottom jaw and teeth with his other hand and ripping the whole thing clean off with a terrible wet snap and yet another splattering of blood.

And Kane is so relieved when Silas finally rips the damn thing off of him. He hangs his head, panting with agony as he continues to burn, body wracked with sobs.

Silas is panting now,—his hands, arms, torso and face covered in Kane’s blood—his chest is heaving, his head positively spinning, feeling practically high as he holds Kane’s severed, skinned jawbone up for Seth’s camera.

“And that’s how you keep vampires from biting,” he says between panted, heavy breaths, and stifled laughter. “I do hope you enjoyed the show,” he says, winking at the camera, knowing that, given his state now, the gesture looks anything but charming.

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(so obviously I’m not a doctor and have no clue how the human jaw works so uhh just suspend disbelief with me ok)

I’m gonna tag you @brutal-nemesis cuz you might appreciate this for its sheer depravity, but lmk if you don’t wanna be tagged :)