GORETOBER 2023

GORETOBER 2023

Day 2: CANDY

CONTAINS -> EXPOSED ORGANS, DISSECTION, BRIGHT COLORS

"So... you just ate all of those candies? At the dark alley? Behind the experimental facility?????"

"Ehheeeheeeheeeheee, yea yea! Whoever dump them are reeeeally stupid! It was sooooooo sweet, I think my organs are infected ahahahah"

"sigh, lay down on the table over there..."

Goretober 2023 Day 2: Candy Gore

I looove candy gore, so obviously nutty :3 had to do it on my sketchbook since I didn’t have enough time to do a full thing on my iPad. Expect a lot of submissions this year to be on paper

I haven't seen very many of ur OCs yet, but they're certainly some of the most creative I've seen :D

Awww bruv thank you!

What better way to respond to this than drawing all them in one place xDDDd

*Click the image for better quality aklajaikaha

Although I've only made their visual looks just last year, their concepts have been with me for over a decade now.

That made me extremely familiar with their personality, dynamics with each other, every details of their lives and behavior cuz I love expanding my inner worlds like that ahahahahdcgdsk

Each of them is either gimmicky or have a special interest.

》 Reon the dinodemon loves punching walls

》 Shichi is a glow-in-the-dark cat like those neon sticks

》 Snippy the rat loves scissors and snippin stufs

》 Niel loredumps about her definitely-not-a-cult group

》 Amora is all about love, romance and matchmaking hamster

》 Dodger the 'onfg my body automatically dodges and im tired' badger

》 Rusty the tinkering, mechanic wolf

》 Uncle Eggy is a goat that takes care of chimkems and poultryy

》 Quiverrs is the archery enthusiast ferret

》 Crystal's look and abilities are inspired from various deviations of Alice in Wonderland

》 Nephelle is a deer-banshee-spirit thingy whose soul is grounded by Crystal's headband

》 Flouie is an okapi thAT BELIEVES IN THE BUCKET OF WATERRRRRR

》 Wispy is an ewe that adores the idea of fate and astrology and connecting to the spirit world and-

》 Sketchy Inkwell is a mute lemur who loves art and casually sketches the future and deaths at times

Sooooo yee! You're now introduced to my sillies :DDDD

FUN FACT: All that started by being inspired from thisisisisis

ALSO ALSO ONFG @zeddye

Haahsgsjjs

GORETOBER 2023

Day 3: Contortion

CONTAINS -> BODY HORROR, WEIRD LIMB ANGLES

The crowd is murmuring amongst themselves when the overhead lights begin to dim, signifying the show will start soon. The volume of the chatters gradually hush down, save for a couple of voices seated at the front row.

"Have you heard? Mime's been learning a new trick for tonight's show."

"Yea, 'course I did. Everyone's been hyping it up. I do wonder what that is..."

As if on cue, walking to the center stage is the purple deer himself. Critters couldn't suppress their cheers and applause. How could they? Posters and word of mouth made it seem that tonight's circus act is gonna be the night they won't forget!

Something... is off though. It's not the fact that he doesn't seem to have any props with him. He is a mime after all, pretending to use invisible stuffs is his talent. No, that's not it. Despite the excited exclamations of the crowd, Mime is non-reactive. The way he brings this unsettling air, walking forwards with that unfocused stare. His silence had never been this eerie and infectious until this very moment.

Tension rises as Mime takes his time to walk to that singular spotlight saved for him and only him.

Odd. He simply stands and smile to the crowd. The silently freaking out crowd.

"Is this a joke?"

One of them blurted out, unable to bare the scraping tension. This is followed by a collective variance of chuckling. Although the laughters spent are expected to alleviate the unease, the atmosphere that the deer have established remained stiff and cold.

... okay, his stillness have gone far too long that it is starting to feel silly. Maybe this is a joke. The new act for tonight is... no act! Mime seems to have done everything already to entertain them so the newest thing he could do is simply nothing.

But just as the audience begin to accept this and calm down, a bone-chilling snap echoes through the air, causing a collective gasp from the crowd. Mime's body contorts into a particularly gruesome shape. The crowd is stunned into silence, with some even gasping or screaming.

As the audience sits in awestruck silence, Mime's body contorts and twists into seemingly impossible positions, his long limbs bending and twisting in unnatural ways. The cracks and pops of his bones echo in the silent hall, but the crowd remains utterly transfixed, unable to look away from the hypnotic display of contortionism.

A few disturbed souls manage to stammer out some words of disbelief.

"T-THOSE AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BEND!"

"WHAT KIND OF ANGLE EVEN IS THAT-!?"

"SHOULD I CALL AN AMBULANCE???"

Violently, he bends backwards, his hind legs and arms folding into knots that would break any normal deer. Screams shatter the deafening barrier. Audiences collectively wince seeing his head rotates mechanically to the full range of his neck.

Squeamish. Revolted. Sickish. and Restless.

These words barely convey the intensity of their feelings seeing the erratic movement of Mime.

Mime pauses and turns to face the crowd with a terrifying grin. His eyes gleam in the darkness, filled with a cunning glint unlike anything they've ever seen before.

After an uneasy silence, Mime suddenly stops moving altogether, leaving the audience in a state of panic. The crowd begins to push and shove each other, struggling to get away from the scene.

As they make their way out of the chamber, the audience is met with a chilling realization: that smile made this night soemthing they will never forget.

GORETOBER 2023

Day 3: Contortion

CONTAINS -> BODY HORROR, WEIRD LIMB ANGLES

The crowd is murmuring amongst themselves when the overhead lights begin to dim, signifying the show will start soon. The volume of the chatters gradually hush down, save for a couple of voices seated at the front row.

"Have you heard? Mime's been learning a new trick for tonight's show."

"Yea, 'course I did. Everyone's been hyping it up. I do wonder what that is..."

As if on cue, walking to the center stage is the purple deer himself. Critters couldn't suppress their cheers and applause. How could they? Posters and word of mouth made it seem that tonight's circus act is gonna be the night they won't forget!

Something... is off though. It's not the fact that he doesn't seem to have any props with him. He is a mime after all, pretending to use invisible stuffs is his talent. No, that's not it. Despite the excited exclamations of the crowd, Mime is non-reactive. The way he brings this unsettling air, walking forwards with that unfocused stare. His silence had never been this eerie and infectious until this very moment.

Tension rises as Mime takes his time to walk to that singular spotlight saved for him and only him.

Odd. He simply stands and smile to the crowd. The silently freaking out crowd.

"Is this a joke?"

One of them blurted out, unable to bare the scraping tension. This is followed by a collective variance of chuckling. Although the laughters spent are expected to alleviate the unease, the atmosphere that the deer have established remained stiff and cold.

... okay, his stillness have gone far too long that it is starting to feel silly. Maybe this is a joke. The new act for tonight is... no act! Mime seems to have done everything already to entertain them so the newest thing he could do is simply nothing.

But just as the audience begin to accept this and calm down, a bone-chilling snap echoes through the air, causing a collective gasp from the crowd. Mime's body contorts into a particularly gruesome shape. The crowd is stunned into silence, with some even gasping or screaming.

As the audience sits in awestruck silence, Mime's body contorts and twists into seemingly impossible positions, his long limbs bending and twisting in unnatural ways. The cracks and pops of his bones echo in the silent hall, but the crowd remains utterly transfixed, unable to look away from the hypnotic display of contortionism.

A few disturbed souls manage to stammer out some words of disbelief.

"T-THOSE AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BEND!"

"WHAT KIND OF ANGLE EVEN IS THAT-!?"

"SHOULD I CALL AN AMBULANCE???"

Violently, he bends backwards, his hind legs and arms folding into knots that would break any normal deer. Screams shatter the deafening barrier. Audiences collectively wince seeing his head rotates mechanically to the full range of his neck.

Squeamish. Revolted. Sickish. and Restless.

These words barely convey the intensity of their feelings seeing the erratic movement of Mime.

Mime pauses and turns to face the crowd with a terrifying grin. His eyes gleam in the darkness, filled with a cunning glint unlike anything they've ever seen before.

After an uneasy silence, Mime suddenly stops moving altogether, leaving the audience in a state of panic. The crowd begins to push and shove each other, struggling to get away from the scene.

As they make their way out of the chamber, the audience is met with a chilling realization: that smile made this night something they will never forget.

Treak or Treat?

Just for you anon, both: