Corona Pollentia

Verona watching her sobbing pathetic father:

can you imagine being lisette worm??? you start chatting with this homeless guy who tells you that not only can he talk to god, but god listens to him. whatever, that's obviously not true, but who cares? you're chilling, hearing his life's story, when Actual Real Life God shows up and starts hanging out?? offhandedly the guy is like "yeah, i think god's autistic" then goes up to god and tells him he's dying and god should listen to you now. AND THEN, a few years later when the world is ending, the illuminati asks you about it. god never listens to you, not even once.

Dungeon Meshi...AH! Dungeon Meshi!

prometheus: hot take,

the greek gods: no give that back

weld deserves far more hate then he gets. smarmy cocksucker

hey does anyone else's copy of ward look really weird now

Life got in the way so I was unable to finish the Pale AMV I was working on, back when I was finished with Arc 7. But here’s what I got done before that! Obviously contains spoilers. I hope you enjoy. I’m happy with how some of it turned out.

“Man,” I say to myself, discarding another wip, “I wish I could draw body horror more gooder. If only there was a piece of media to be insane about with visceral imagery that forms a greater commentary on body image and perceptions/experiences of disability in our modern society!”

“Oh yeah?” A voice says from behind me.

I turn around.

It’s Wildbow, the body horror author.

answer the question

when ur girlfriend tells u to come over so she can "rearrange ur guts" but ur a manananggal and she's a med student 💀✂️

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[Image Description: A drawing depicting a med student studying her manananggal girlfriend's intestines, which are laid out on layers of tarp and plastic sheets. The whole piece is in warm shades of yellow, orange, and brown.

The student has books, notes, and a box of used bloody gloves to her left. Her gloved right hand is placed on the thigh of the manananggal's detached lower body, with one leg casually crossed over each other. Intestines and stylized blood pour from the latter's pelvis, staining her jean shorts red.

The manananggal's upper body and wings rest against a pillow and a drawer. She is scowling and looking slightly peeved at her phone.  Next to her is a water bottle and a plate of street food, with an uneaten stick of dugo. /end ID]