GORETOBER 2023

GORETOBER 2023

Day 11 & 12: Bloodbath and Possession

CONTAINS -> DISTURBING IMAGERY, WEIRD LIMB ANGLES, BLOOD

Pop stood beneath the ceiling, eyes riveted to the macabre sight above him. The ceiling was covered in blood... blood spilled during the thing's latest feast. Frozen in fear, his heart pounds loudly in his chest as he witnessed his son's new form. The once sweet, innocent Cub has been taken over by something beyond his comprehension of evil. Cold sweat break down his neck, making Pop shiver uncontrollably. He only have himself to blame for this.

He held the shovel closer to him, trying to find some comfort in its sturdy form, but his mind was racing with images of what his son had become. He watches helplessly as his sweet baby is twisted into a monstrous shape, the tentacles squirming like snakes. Its razor-sharp teeth rattles - craving; there's that insatiable hunger to it that makes Pop's own teeth grind in fear. He wants to run, to scream, to do something, but his body remains paralyzed.

"Son?" Pop asked, his voice cracking with both fear and sadness. He couldn't bear the thought of his own flesh and blood turning into such a monstrous creature.

Cub turned its head towards Pop, and Pop felt his blood run cold as he saw his son's face. The tentacles spreading out from Cub's neck moved erratically. Pop felt a wave of nausea wash over him. Slowly, the thing that painfully settled in his son's body spoke in a deep, grotesque voice.

"THIS VESSEL IS LIMITING FATHER, I REQUIRE MORE SUSTENANCE"

the 'Cub' snarls, its words filled with an otherworldly hunger.

Pop can only back away in horror as the possessed Cub rises to its feet on the ceiling, its body contorting in unnatural ways. He doesn't know what to do or where to go now. As the thing starts to charge forward, he prays for this nightmare to en-

Cookie Chomping Critter's Sweet Indulgence

Cookies And Cream And Chocolate Chips And Cotton Candy Clouds Cuz Yaz

Art Type: Shaded Illustration

For: butterpuffs

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Embarassing how this was ask of me at January but uhhh the funny thing happened and like im mostly gone off the internet from February until June and it completely slipped my mind ahuhuu

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Oh wowww

This the last time i draw Toothy and Strawberries

How nice

How quaint

***starts to insert the beaver into the goreytober machineeeeee***

TOOTHY IS SO CUTE AT CROSSDRESSING!!!

And this wouldn't have been made if I didn't join HTF amino. The Toothy Outfit Challenge was a blast. This was my first post on that platform :DDD

GORETOBER 2023

Day 13: Witch

CONTAINS -> OPEN WOUNDS, BURNING FLESH

Giggles stepped onto the stage, clad in her black robes and pointed hat, ready to commence the scene where she would be burned at the stake by the villagers. She took her place on the platform, feeling the heat from the torches burning around her. As the scene began, she began to chant her spells, her voice ringing out over the audience.

But something seemed off. The heat from the torches was getting hotter, and Giggles felt it seeping through her robes. She began to sweat, and her heart raced as she realized the flames were real. She cried out for help, but her cries were drowned out by the applause from the audience. They thought it was simply part of the performance.

"HELPPP!"

Giggles screamed at the top of her lungs, feeling the flames creeping up her legs.

"This isn't supposed to happen!"

But her cries went unanswered. Giggles looked up at the crowd, her eyes filled with terror. She had made a mistake, and now she would pay the price. She couldn't think of anything else to do but scream out in pain. And the irony was, critters were now clapping even more, thinking that Giggles was giving the "most convincing" performance.

As her screams echoed through the auditorium, Giggles felt her strength beginning to fade. She knew that there was no escape, and that she was doomed to die on that stage. And with her last breath, she sighed, "At least they've enjoyed my perfor-"