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Lancer is so rad. Please people, look into the system. Look at the mech designs. They're all so rad.
Genuinely one of my favorite things abt the system is looking at the base mechs and seeing how different people customize them in their own ways. It's wonderful to look through all that art
A Lich frame commission, made from materials mankind shouldn’t have messed with
Here’s a doodle of Samantha outside and in mid-transformation. She’s a bit pissed at Eddie.
I thought this song would fit very nicely for Samantha. She’s barely holding onto her humanity, laying alone to die, forced to see herself as the monster Murkoff made. Her brother has betrayed her. She lays there, wanting to accept death, but her rage refuses her to lay in her own blood.
Here’s Samantha killing Jeremy. He stabbed her eyes out, but she could still hear and smell. Goodbye Jeremy’s head.
Here’s an old doodle of Samantha interacting with Eddie. Yeah she sees him as her bullet shield for awhile, but keeps him around for “love”
If you met Samantha in the asylum, this is most likely her greeting to you. Tread carefully.
Oc art dump tw :slight gore/eyes/scars
Cool tv head boy guy
OC ART DUMP
All these oc's are a part of the same story that stroy is being called the end (this is a placeholder name)
CW/TW : blood, eyes, guns, e.c.t.
Gwendolyn jumped as the front door to the home he was staying at slammed open. He sat up from where he sat, placing his propped up feet back onto the floor. "Illy?" He stood and approached the woman he'd come to know as a friend who had somehow found where he was staying. "What are you doing here?"
Illendra stood in the doorway, dripping wet from the rain outside. She glared up from under her wet bangs and spoke clearly. "How do I die?" Her voice was firm, but shaky. And her eyes, dark with hate and anger. Wet with something other than the rain.
Gwendolyn drooped at the question and extended his arms to Illendra, trying to comfort her. "Illy. You know I can't-"
"Don't give me that shit, Rolfe!" Illendra stepped inside, pointing an accusatory finger at Gwendolyn. "I know you know and, damnit, you're the only one I can trust to tell me!" She motioned angrily, "Just- be the rebel you say you are and fucking tell me! I can't do this if- If I don't- If I don't know what he-" Illendra looked away and hugged herself.
Gwendolyn sighed and took off his coat, placing it over her shoulders gently. "Let's get you dried off, yeah? We can talk about this later, okay?"
"No!" Illendra shook off his coat, "I'm tired of all this! I'm tired of not knowing, of you looking at me with that pitying fucking look in you eyes-" Gwendolyn flicked his eyes away sheepishly at the point, knowing he'd been doing that. "I'm tired of- of Boss and this stupid fucking fate, and the stupid fucking curse bitch and- and-" Illendra buried a hand in her hair roughly, tears spilling freely at this point.
Gwendolyn blinked a few times, before sighing deeply and looking behind himself a moment in thinking before looking back to Illendra. "You know if I tell you, you can't go back to not knowing."
"You think I don't know that, Gwen?!" Illendra's voice cracked, sniffing angrily and wiping her eyes roughly. "I just.... Wouldn't you have wanted to know?" She looked away, hugging herself, "Before you made your own mistake? Left for your own fate?"
Gwendolyn looked to the floor, distantly. Thousands of screams and the terrible sirens rang somewhere in his mind. He bent down and picked up his coat, "You're impaled," Illendra startled at him actually saying something, instead of saying sorry and moving her along. He began to fold the coat absently, not looking at her, "In your abdomen. Right above your belly button. Your lung gets pierced and the sword exits to the right of your spine. You go into shock pretty much immediately, after he removes the blade. So you don't feel much. You bleed out, I think."
Illendra blinked a few times as Gwendolyn talked, having turned away from her and hung his coat over the arm of his coach as he spoke. He swallowed thickly and leaned on the coach, head hung as he took off his hat and put it on his chest in a mourning method. "I- .... You're not alone. As you die. There is someone there. I cannot say who, but it is not him. He flees after you fall. A small comfort, I know but...." He choked on what he could say after that.
Illendra sniffed and clutched at her stomach, gripping her shirt fabric there roughly. She smiled, however, tears flowing freely, "Thank you, Gwen."
"Sure," Gwendolyn's own voice cracked dryly, trying to ignore the future gurgling of pain and fear ringing in his ears. Knowing it was him who had to hold her as she died. Comfort her and tell her that it was okay. He didn't know if she would realize it was him. And she didn't need to know it was him. But... She didn't deserve to die alone. He knew he'd go there as soon as he knew. He knew he'd want the same. And so he'd give the same. For her. Because he-
"I'm sorry I asked you do that-" Illendra looked away a moment, sniffing, "I just-"
"It's fine," Gwendolyn pretended he wasn't crying and ran a hand through his hair. "You want something to drink? And a towel? You're dripping all over my carpet."
Illendra looked down before laughing bitterly, "Sorry. Sure. Thanks."
Gwendolyn nodded and went to the kitchen. Leaning against the wall next to the doorway after he finally entered it and covering his mouth. So he could finally sob openly.
But I Did What I Thought That I Had To
Which is bad too!
I thought that I could take it,
All the hate could just be shaken,
But when you lo- care for someone,
Not much hurts more than their scorn.
V2s defeat was satisfying and necessary for the flow of the game
but…
“After he finished the reprogramming, Alastor used his magic to embed a single, unbreakable thread into Vox's heart as a permanent mark of ownership. Valentino and Velvette demanded that the engineering team tasked with repairing Vox remove it, but they were unable to, no matter what they tried. They were able to determine that it was purely cosmetic and wasn't affecting Vox in any way (physically or psychologically), so they had no choice but to give up and leave it be. Until the day Vox departs Hell for good, that thread remains inside his chest.”
[Quote from @redladydeath for their wonderful (and incredibly dark) RAM AU at @randomly--accessed--memories, Please check them out!!!]
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the thing about “meaningless gore” is that even when it’s apparently not intellectual enough for so many people, it forces the viewer to confront the fact that they are just meat, they are mortal, they can and will eventually die, and pain is part of the human experience that unfortunately none of us will escape experiencing at one point or another. life is both horrifyingly fragile and surprisingly resilient which makes existing in a body a fraught experience regardless of whether we want to acknowledge that or not. “to watch a horror movie is to know that something bad is going to happen. to have a body is really the same thing.” anyway that in and of itself is plenty to grapple with and if a film decides to only deal with that, i don’t think it’s less valuable than any other theme a film might address
q: do corporate twitters of fast food companies have anything witty or viral to say if you tweet them 80’s gore photos?
a: No
Annihilation (2018) Directed by Alex Garland
Jennifer’s Body promotional picture from Fangoria #286
Aaliyah as Akasha 🫀 in Queen of the Damned (2002) directed by Michael Rymer
the last one of the gore condiment bros is trapper! he also gets it but just a busted knee, it's ok (:
Also posting the rest of the art I have of him kicking about that's post worthy, two traditional and two digital: gore, 5 min paint salvage at work, trans trapper and dramatic trapper. enjooyyy
sorry the blood and guts, they just spilled out a bit, bj will be fine i promise but got my paints and inks out, a wee bit of gore as a treat
some gfa related inspo to what and why under read more teehee
like what if in gfa shit went sideways last minute? when hawk is back and bj returns and peace is declared? during that short period of peace and everyone leaving a lonely unexploded bomb/mortar hits the camp and splintering wood and metals just cuts bj's stomach open? like he almost got away but the war still got him and now it seems like he's dying and as everyone is trying to get bj into surgery? bj just asks hawk to forgive him bc he's leaving hawk again but at least this time he gets to say goodbye and he then asks hawk to hold him (:
(dont worry, im a big baby who cant kill his old man blorbos, so bj would survive bc he is literally dying next to/in the arms of some very good surgeons and nurses and then he and hawk get to spend some quality time in tokyo before going to san fran)
i love me some sad shit w a happy ending (:
Day 7: I’ve got you || Carrying
How tf are you supposed to draw feet???
the paralyzed cicadas I picked up from a failed cicada killer nest are the perfect material to show off some cool features of insect anatomy! (although the wasp’s venom would keep them alive for her larvae to eat, I froze them to make sure they’re fully dead for dissection).
cicadas are powerful, fast fliers, and all of their thorax is taken up by a bulk of reddish, stringy flight muscles, which I’ll talk more about later. this cicada is a female, so her abdomen is full of white, elongated eggs that she will insert into tree bark with the bladed ovipositor at her rear.
the male cicada’s abdomen, however, is almost entirely empty, and that air-filled space is used as a resonator for his loud calls. the biggest structure visible there is a curved pair of muscles that deforms the tymbals, producing a click with every contraction.
here's a view of the complete muscle, and the tymbals themselves which look like overlapping plates on his belly. if you're curious what the white frosted appearance is, some Neotibicen have a coat of waxy powder or pruinescence; this male N. tibicen is particularly pruinose.
onto the flight muscles:
powered flight is a pretty complex mechanism in any organism, and is never so simple as just flapping wings up and down, but most insects power their flight in a really unintuitive way (at least for us vertebrates): they contract muscles in their thorax that aren’t even attached to the wings!
this method of flight is called indirect flight, in contrast to the direct flight of the dragonflies and mayflies where each of four wings is directly attached to a muscle and can flap on its own.
instead, most insects have a longitudinal (image 1 above, d below) pair and a vertical (2, c) pair of muscles that deform the shape of abdomen, pulling the upper segment of the thorax (notum) up and down, and this moves the wings which are attached to the notum. useful indirect flight gif from wikipedia found here
even if compressed manually, the dead cicadas "flap" their wings due to the motion of the notum:
insect flight is a lot more complicated than this simplified look at them, but I think these cicadas offer a pretty good look at how most insects get around essentially by squishing themselves internally!
