Death horror
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Bathed in fire, baptised in horror, / a new breed of death is born of the old, / A Mother resigned to her savage fate, / An alien child is death incarnate. (See also with text version) The adventurous reader may be aware of the creature featured in the ‘Alien’ series of films. Few, however, are aware of the real-life personae of this theatrical invention. But here now, for the first time on this planet, I present the history and lineage of the real-life creature that is called “Morboae”. Morboae (pl) are natives of the planet Narcisyum in the as-yet undiscovered galaxy of Gorton. Undiscovered, I should add, by earth – but well known and well avoided by other civilized worlds. Morboae are the correct name for the creature that is birthed in this image. In presenting the history of the Morboae, it is essential to give – albeit sparingly – some account of it’s parentage – the Lithegoths. This is especially so since the birth of the species Morboae marked the end of the species Lithegoths. Evolution is a cruel and heartless director of fortunes. The Lithegoths were a relatively docile species of almost dinosaur-like physique. The Lithegoths bore a startling resemblance (to you humans) to the grotesque offspring of a Coelophysis and a duck. Though carnivorous, they were not voracious in their pursuit and killing of other creatures. They hunted and ate for survival, and when not hungry were quite approachable by almost any other creature. In contrary to both Coelophysis and ducks, however, they bore live young, and reared them with a love and tenderness almost unheard of anywhere in the known galaxy. It is sad, therefore, due to some unforseen and certainly uncalled for stroke of evolution, that these relatively peaceful creatures would suddenly, and in as little as the equivalent of 2 earth years, give birth to – and be devoured by – their own offspring – the Morboae. As Narcisyum was unsettled (though occasionally visited by biological observation teams) there is no known cause of the sudden mutation of the young Lithegoths. All that is known is that instead of the Lithegoth young being born through the female birth canal, suddenly – and violently – the Morboae burst straight from the stomach and – with a ferocity which is almost beyond even today’s jaded belief – they immediately lauched themselves into their parents (Lithegoths) faces and devoured them. So was born the race that was to be known as the Morboae – the devourers. Within 2 earth years, there were no Lithegoths alive and the Morboae roamed the planet. The Morboae reproduction cycle was completely different to their Lithegoth parentage. They utilized an three-stage reproduction cycle – begining with egg-like incubators (called Truks). These hatched into a mobility-oriented creature (the Placusii) which then used live animal incubation to produce the final stage of Morboae life form. Contrary to popular belief they retained at least the attributes of male and female, with both being sexually active. Eggs, therefore, could be found anywhere and everywhere. Unlike the Lithegoth, the final-cycle Morboae are voracious in their hunting and killing. Any creature they manage to catch is torn to pieces in a matter of seconds (including the Maxidontal Arionis – the toughest of the Hamilbest octoped pack beasts). The hosting creature in the third reproductive phase could be virtually anything above 23 drilums (about 25 kilograms). As a consequence, in less than 5 years the entire animal population was dead other than Morboae. This is where the story should end. A dead planet, a dead-end in evolution. This is where story should end. But it does not. Because Morboae in the egg-phase can live for many millions of earth years. And planets are no so isolated as human beings seem to think. Morboae could have escaped Narcisyum by many means – the unlucky botanist, the occasional tourist and so forth. But in reality, they escaped that planet and have now taken over most of Gorton (the galaxy) because of greed. Greed, you see, is not purely a human trait. A group of interstellar profiteers discovered that the Morboae made exceptionally fine eating. It was hailed as the gourmet discovery of the era. Morboae eggs were shipped far and wide across the galaxy and consumed in all of the best houses and star liners that could afford the prices. As it is written in the Contrata Do Riortae – “Life shall find a way”. (tr Treos) The Morboae reproductive cycle infected many transports, sending many cargo transfer ships into uncontrolled crashes on to populated, and barren planets. And so, even now, the Morboae lives on. The dead end of evolution spews forth into the universe until everything is consumed. This is the history and lineage of the Morboae as told by the History Records of the United Biological Defence Corporation.
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Every now and then I like to “step outside” my boundary of usual subject matter and do something really different. This is one of those images. Captured outside the town of Central City, Colorado, I happened by this scene by luck, along with the other 2 cemeteries close by it. Long closed, these are the real deal “wild west’ cemeteries, long forgotten, long not seen. Looking like a scene out of the movie “Pale Rider”.....I had to photograph it. The ruts in the ground were still visible from where the old wagons used to carry the bodies up from the town. Quite an amazing place…. / Thoughts welcomed! —-John —-—-—-—-—-—-— / More of my work can be seen on my website at http://jdebordphoto.com / All artwork is © John De Bord, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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Deadly Design mk.II / Deadly Design mk.III / BlackEel Designs / Deadly Design /
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The Old General Hospital… / / It was built in 1897 and was home to Newfoundlands first operating room. The hospital has been closed and condemed for many many years now. Rumor has it that many dark and hideous things were done behind its doors, things that are better left forgotten… Only memories are left now that can haunt its dark and terrifying hallways. / / Cinderellas wicked step sisters would be in their glory having her scrub these floors. / / Canon Rebel / / Visit my website On The Rock Photography. / / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / More in my “Darkerside of Life Series”... / / / / / /
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Another collaboration with the fabulous photographer, Paul Louis Villani. His original photo is called Houses of the Holy
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I see a red door and I want it painted black / No colors anymore I want them to turn black / I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes / I have to turn my head until my darkness goes I see a line of cars and they’re all painted black / With flowers and my love both never to come back / I see people turn their heads and quickly look away / Like a new born baby it just happens ev’ry day I look inside myself and see my heart is black / I see my red door and it has been painted black / Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts / It’s not easy facin’ up when your whole world is black No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue / I could not foresee this thing happening to you If I look hard enough into the settin’ sun / My love will laugh with me before the mornin’ comes I see a red door and I want it painted black / No colors anymore I want them to turn black / I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes / I have to turn my head until my darkness goes Hmm, hmm, hmm,... I wanna see it painted, painted black / Black as night, black as coal / I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky / I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black / Yeah! ~Lyrics The Rolling Stones
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Id
by Shawn CossAs a once psychology major, I was intrigued by Freud’s theory on the id and ego of the human psyche. It has been many years since those classes so my words may be somewhat off. But this piece is a self representation (aren’t they all?) of myself and how the “id” and “ego” play in our life decisions. We all seek pleasure and that constant feeling of euphoria, and our “id”’s only goal is to achieve those feelings without worry or care about the consequences of such actions. It is our “ego” that keeps the “id” in line, allowing us to think before we act, and to be able to foresee what may come of this pleasure seeking. It is a constant battle that wages on beneath our skin and sometimes the “id” overcomes. Some choose to live only by the “id”s bidding and never realize the destruction they leave behind when seeking their pleasures. I have been through that lifestyle once, and as much as I enjoyed such pleasures in bountiful amounts….the aftershock of those actions can still be felt today.
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This piece is based on how much we base our decisions off of love. Not condemning it, but rather it intrigues me what those will do in the name of love. Many people have died for love, have fought for love, and have sacrificed for love. It’s a powerful feeling that enslaves us, causing us to react in ways we may not deem normal in a clear state of mind, but like they say, Love is intoxicating. 2nd traditional piece I’ve ever attempted with acrylics. It was (key word, was, because it was sold lol)a 18×24 inch stretched canvas with acrylics and india ink. I miss this piece dearly, but at least I have a wonderful jpeg of it’s remains.
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Inspired by god(?) knows what I took about three evenings to complete this drawing. The idea started with the left part, wanting to create some dramatic poses, but eventually got some more symbolic features… Full scan can be seen at: http://www.bruinevloot.nl/sebastiaan Indian ink on Studio Art 160Gr/m2 sketchpaper. about 40×30 cm or 16 by 12 inches… 2008. Featured in the ‘Works on paper’ group. / Featured in the ‘Dark cabaret’ group. / Featured in the ‘Halloween’ group. / Featured in the ‘Solo Exhibition’ group.
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Credits: Model: / fragilemuse-stock Textures: Mine / bashcorpo / photomars-stock / parablev Ash Sivils © 2007-2009 No Derivative Works — You may not alter, transform, or / build upon this work in any shape way or form unless you / gain a waiver from me, not a representative. You may not / import, export, print, redistribute or claim as your personal / work. You may not sell this art or assign right to others, all / images are copyrighted please respect those rights.
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The Black Goddess and Wife of the Destroyer. / / / /
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It was dark. And the smell of death hung heavy in the damp, stagnant air. I knew it wasn’t safe, but the promise and the temptation pulled me forward… deeper and deeper until I was in way too far to turn back. Suddenly she was upon me, the manifestation of my dreams surrounding me in multiple visions of my burning lust… but turned against me with the force of a thousand demons and sinking sharp into my taut skin like steel rivets… There was no escape this time. I am truly captive as she appears again and again to torment my soul. Even if I survive, I know that I will never be released as I am under the curse of the raven. / My spirit to roam free, never more. Never more… But jeeze, what an awesome way to go, yeah? BB AKA BillyBoy Thanks so much BB for letting me chew on you a bit lol. No seriously this was really a great collab. I hope we can do more! Hugs Love v
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You should know where / that line came from if you / are a horror fan :) What’s In The Box? Model: ~Deathrockstock / Teeth: ~lured2stock / Staples: ~photomars-stock / Blood: *Blood—Stock / Textures: ~amptone-stock Ash Sivils © 2007-2009 No Derivative Works — You may not alter, transform, or build upon this work in any shape way or form / unless you gain a waiver from me, not a representative. You may not import, export, print, redistribute / or claim as your personal work. You may not sell this or assign right to others, all images are copyrighted / please respect those rights.
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Model is Jayla / I’m going to slowly prepare people for my dark work I think / © Jessica Walker 2008
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I wanted to do an image that symbolizes the Victorian bushfires that started on Saturday the 7th of February 2009, but I didn’t want this image to be sad (although we all know how devastating it has been), I wanted this image to be about the loss, the lives saved, how Australians came together and the growth to come. The Bird symbolizes all the lives that were saved, but this bird has no nest, so it also symbolizes all the homes that were lost and the nothingness some of these people now feel. The Birds claw clinging onto the tree branch is there to symbolize the fire fighters thoughts of hanging in there, and putting all these fires out. The Heart is there to symbolize all the heart ache and love, which us Australians have felt and will never forget. The Flower is there to symbolize all the help, support, donations and everything that us Australians have given to those affected, just to let them know that they have got support, and us Aussies are all here to help. The Music symbols are there to symbolize (all the lives lost) all the spirits flying up into the sky. The Leafs symbolize the growth to come, with rebuilding these affected communities. And I did not want an actual image of a fire in my design, so the swirls of the bird’s tail are there to symbolize the raging fire that affected so many. I ended up donating $630 for the bush fire appeal, from 2 paintings i auctioned and a couple of T’s :o)
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Singing Skull. ©DApixara. Singing Skull t-shirt. Whether you are a biker, a rocker, a tattoo artist a punk or a metal head you’ll love these designs. /
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A dark Cemetary, a scantaly clad Gothic girl in a corset…What more could you want. Have you ever read the series DEAD WITCH WALKING by Kim Harrison? This image reminds me of her character Rachel Morgan. The series is a wonderful read for anyone who enjoys Mysterys, Vampires, Elves, Pixies and Demons… Reachel is a sexy butt kicking heroin/Private investigator. / A Great Read!! There are Seven Books to the Reachel Saga, so the story continues… I would like to thank: / Woman: Marcus J. Ranum / http://mjranum-stock.deviantart.com/art/Fetish-Poppins-2-116455471 Cemetary by Azurylipfess stock: / http://azurylipfesstock.deviantart.com/art/graveyard-winter-28474481 Background by Arca Stock: / http://arca-stock.deviantart.com/art/closer-pre-121781788 All artworks contained herein have been created in Photoshop CS3 or Photographed, by Adara Rosalie, and are all original artworks. / My gallery is Copyright © 2008-2009 Adara Rosalie. All rights reserved. My work may not be reproduced, copied, edited, published, transmitted or uploaded in any way without my written permission.
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Photo taken in 2008 / Real live worms were used for this shoot. / Model is Jayla. © Jessica Walker
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Fictional 18×24 cm / Acrylics, Gouache & Watercolours on canvas / Full view please Inspired by the poem “The Thing at the Top of the Stairs” by Sharon Baker which is part of the poem collection Now We Are Sick: An Anthology of Nasty Verse — / / — © All images copyright ROUBLE RUST / Spyridoula Bleta / All the images in this gallery are copyrighted, are NOT part of public domain & may not be reproduced, copied, edited, transmitted, uploaded, downloaded, or published in any way without my permission. Any violation of this copyright law will result in a lawsuit.
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