#Major Injury Tw

[notyoinara]

morpho butterfly

[anchoragehq]

COME ALL HALLOW'S EVE , YOU BETTER BAR THOSE SHUTTERS .

you’ve been invited … local scare zones have been erected around anchorage, there are SIX in total. are you prepared for a night of fright ?? this year's festivities have been brought to you by brunch-a-nonsense & the dairy witch, banding together to fund the ALL HALLOW'S EVIL festival, open for one night only !! guests who adhere to the costume requirements ( see #ANCHORTASK09 ) will be granted an all-access pass to the following for the low price of five dollars : a pumpkin patch, carving contest, a witch's brew ( specially themed food & drink, first set free with entry ), a corn maze, adult haybale slide, funhouse of mirrors, midnight magician acts, a costume photobooth that spits out a six-cut of pictures, & live music from chiaroscuro catacombs, & a s'mores bonfire full of spooky stories ( with complementary hot chocolate ). there is also limited availability to participate in the six scare zones, as their time slots have mostly filled up for the evening, so make sure to get your sign-up sheets filled !! ADMIN NOTE : this plot drop is largely up to writer involvement & the outcome of all events will be driven by writer choice entirely & the aftermath of each set is entirely up to you !

INFORMATION FOR TAG LURKERS / PROSPECTIVE MEMBERS :

our goal is to involve new people in the group as much as possible. there are many open & wanted spaces, especially for roles. at the moment, we are searching for :

MEMBERS OF THE ORDER OF THE SCARLET NIGHTMARE & NIGHTCRAWLERS, specifically a hitperson. we are also looking for workers at brunch-a-nonsense.

because these are choice scenarios pre-written, we cannot include new members, but we have laid out a general event as described above that your muses can be involved in without scenarios. we will tentatively be willing to add a seventh scare zone if we were to have three new members apply to form a full group.

HOW SELECTION WORKS :

as always, feel free to ask us kindly for adjustments to these scenarios if you feel the starting points given aren’t accurate to your characterization, but we tried to make them as light as possible.

our selection was entirely random for part of the plot drop, but some muses were determined through hand-picked selections for injuries this time. we have over seventy muses & bars in place to keep some from being picked too many times consecutively. 

major injuries & death, if any, are hand-selected on the basis of the butterfly effect this time, per our notes about the plot progressions, individual & group-centric, of muses. we keep track of these as much as we can & take note of anything significant that could be utilized.

the butterfly effect will be utilized in a flow of set 1 choices affecting the choices given in set 2. in addition, some injury possibilities were hand-picked based on the plotlines we’ve taken note of in their interactions in the past year.

we did not select anyone who is on an indefinite hiatus or semi-hiatus who has not been active within the past month, nor anyone on hiatus through a majority of this event as it requires frequent communication with your writers in the same group so everyone has sufficient time to plot & write. we also did not select anyone who was given plot points over the summer & have yet to utilize them, as not many have given focus to that yet, so please don't forget them !

THE GUIDELINES FOR MEMBERS & THREADS :

the first open starter will be our icebreaker. after that, please abide the starter rule ! please only post open starters that pertain to the plot drop at this time & follow the in-game dates provided below !

we encourage you to write open starters based off the aftermath of the scenarios you imagine after you’ve made choices for both sets !

you may still post exclusives outside of the realm of the plot drop and/or continue older threads.

we ask you refrain from controlling the NPCs themselves other than what is established. 

PLEASE BE SURE to label your open starters with location & timestamps for this plot drop.

we highly recommend making a thread in #talk space within our server if you don’t want to make a private group chat or DM with your partner to decide on your choices. this plot drop requires communication between the designated sets to work.

there’s many possibilities for starters, as those not grouped together or selected can be reacting to these events around town & you have been given the ability to interact with the ALL HALLOW'S EVIL set-up as described above. if you need suggestions, feel free to DM us or ask.

to gain entry to the event overall, muses must adhere to the theme given in our task, or else they will not be permitted entry.

OOC THIS EVENT WILL LAST : until saturday, november 30th. after this date, please refrain from more starters pertaining to the plot drop — but of course the plot drop itself will hold affect on all muses exploring the aftermath & moving forward.

a follow-up will be posted regarding all plot drop transpirations a few days after the plot drop ends.

THE IN-GAME DATE IS : exclusively october 31st. the events transpiring will only occur during halloween.

BEWARE THE FOLLOWING … body horror tw, major injury tw.

SCARE ZONE 1 ... ROSALIND, NARI, PESOR & HEEJIN.

A TOUR OF THE HAUNTED GALLERY : the quartet are led into the building of a redesigned hanging arts museum & promised a night of fright with possessed masterpieces. as they make their way through the rooms, the realization dawns that they have lost their tour guide. upon entering the final room, they discover tons of yarn strung up throughout with doctored photographs of rosalind clutching the ventriloquist doll. each photograph depicts them doing something more & more heinous to the doll, or the doll appearing to control them. as they look on, the paintings begin to tremor & shake violently, & a crimson red leaks through the walls : OPEN THSE THREE TO FIND THE KEEEEYY ... the doorknob is unresponsive to turning hands, as three paintings outline themselves in the sticky red substance.

SET ONE CHOICES : A ) they look behind the first painting, where a small box is sitting in an inlet of the wall. nari removes the box & discovers that inside, it contains nikolai's kidney ( currently unidentified but still warm . . . ). there is a note thumb tacked to it that reads, 'YOUR HEART, PLEASE ??', or B ) they look behind the second painting, where a frown has been scrawled onto the back with a sad looking puppet monkey sitting in the inlet, holding a note that reads, 'YOUR ALWAYS RUININGG MY F U N ROSSSY ):' as the foundation of the room begins to quake violently. CHOICE SELECTED : A.

SET TWO CHOICES : A ) if nari declines, the room begins to shake & spin in violent circles as if it is on a table top. the paintings rip from the wall & one of them collides with pesor's head, knocking them out immediately & causing a mild concussion. heejin clings to the wall & pulls herself toward the door that they came from. the door opens this time, but behind the door is a statue in the likeness of someone familiar ... herself. it crumbles & blocks the door again, the screams of her family members echoing from the other side. the room finally stops spinning, however they cannot get out without each digging the rocks away bit by bit, or B ) nari agrees to the demand for the sake of her teammates & the owner of the kidney in hand, regardless of its identity. from behind one of the bigger portraits enters bigglesworth bandit the outlaw & approaches the four. as the outlaw stands before nari, it removes its mask to reveal it is headless. as nari lets out a blood-curdling scream, heejin hits the bandit over the head with the painting that she was able to remove from the wall, & it falls to the floor, evidently unconscious. during all of this, pesor was able to pry the third painting open & reveal a button that opens the door & allows them to escape. as they turn to collect nari, they discover that the outlaw & her, including the kidney, are gone. left behind is a note that says, ' P.S. your parents miss you rrosssy !! ' ( ADMIN NOTE : selecting choice B will include an aftermath for nari in the follow-up for clarity. ) CHOICE SELECTED : B.

SCARE ZONE 2 ... RENATA, BRYN & SEOKMIN.

PHONING THE DEAD : the hot topic of the magician's booth is that they're no longer among the living. bryn & seokmin have chosen to tune in to the act at the end of their scare zone, descending into the basement of the house of judgement. as the magician appears to float into the room, with ghastly & gaunt skin as if glued to the bone, the face beneath the top hat is almost familiar to them, but none of them can put their finger on it. the magician invites promises to demonstrate sawing someone in half. as they take their seats, the ghastly magician readies the meat saw. unbeknownst to the group that have entered the basement of the scare house, renata fled the scare zone after being chased by a pair of aggressive ferrets biting at her heels, literally. in her terror, she crawled into the box as a hiding place, & the door slammed shut on her. the saw begins to cut into the box & terrified screams erupt.

SET ONE CHOICES : A ) bryn & seokmin scramble toward the box, & the apparition of the magician disappears as a piece of metal clinks onto the ground. if one of them were to look closer, it appears to be a button from four years ago : suchai tayen for anchorage council. the saw continues to move, disembodied, & they must start opening the box board by board as the saw gets closer and closer to cutting into renata's mid-section, or B ) the two believe that the screaming is part of the act, until the box begins to quake from renata's thrashing. before their eyes, the box is multiplied into threes, all of the saws moving in tandem & the magician tells them : they can save the so-called assistant if they correctly guess which box she is in. CHOICE SELECTED : A.

SET TWO CHOICES : A ) the two continue to hurriedly remove the boards, struggling to dismantle the heavy wooden pieces. in the process, bryn receives a deep cut wound when they attempt to move a little faster, a splintered part of the board gashing his hand. eventually, they manage to pull renata out by the last minute with bryn's hand gravely injured. seokmin is able to find a back door exit from the underground scare house & steps leading to the trash chutes out back. when they try to tell others about the room & the magic act, scare actors employed at the building look at them strangely & inform them that what they are describing does not exist, or B ) no matter how many times they attempt to remove the boards, they are not agile enough — the saw cuts deeper & deeper until it is almost scratching renata. however, at the very last second, the saw halts, seemingly on its own, hovering an inch above their midsection. as renata is eventually pulled out, a piece of paper is strewn nearby, indicating news of a buried report two years prior involving the death of suchai tayen at the new year's eve party suggesting that he had been poisoned & deceased prior to being stabbed. CHOICE SELECTED : B.

SCARE ZONE 3 ... ALICE, ANDREA & ASTARION.

A PHARAOH'S TOMB : geared up for a scavenger hunt of musical gravestones & hiding from the baddies in gothland sepulture, the chosen three must share a map to determine the locations of geocaches stored in fake plots. they decide to split up to divide & conquer, plodding through the first snows of alaska. andrea gets the uncomfortable feeling that someone is following them, but the sound of shadowing footsteps stop in tandem with their own. pushing onward to get ahead of the scare actors that will infiltrate the graveyard, they kneel down to dust the snow off of one of the headstones, & let out a scream as they discover it has their name on it. alice, alerted by the sound of andrea's screaming, starts to make her way back toward her team member, but second-guesses whether it is part of the game as masked individuals begin to emerge from the trees. diving behind a headstone, the continuous screaming sinks a cold chill into alice's bones. . .

SET ONCE CHOICES : A ) alice abandons the grave to run in the direction of andrea being dragged toward an unmarked vehicle, but trips over one of the broken headstones & splinters her ankle. with bone protruding & useless on the ground, astarion grabs onto her arm & yanks her behind the cover of the trees, or B ) alice stands up from behind the grave & calls out to andrea as she witnesses them being dragged toward an unmarked vehicle, & as she searches for a distraction, she comes face-to-face with bigglesworth bandit the outlaw. with its gun drawn, it shoots alice in the stomach & forces her to retreat behind another headstone. CHOICE SELECTED : B.

SET TWO CHOICES : A ) fatally wounded by the gunshot & influenced by the pain, fatigue begins to set in for alice as she starts to envision things that may or may not be real. figures begin emerging from graves in grotesque conditions, & disembodied limbs are scattered across the ground. as she crawls away from the sights, she reaches the furthest part of the sepulture & believes she sees the corpse of andrea. disturbed and freaked out by the vision, alice eventually faints. seemingly hours later, alice wakes up to astarion, shaking her. they find themselves in the mausoleum, away from the original location, with no trace of the bigglesworth bandit the outlaw except for his gun on the floor next to astarion, yet the bandit never returns. they escape, bewildered, or B ) astarion manages to fight off the bandit & arrives next to alice in time while she is bleeding on the ground. before the outlaw could approach any closer, astaron retrieves another gun nearby. one of them shoots the outlaw, & the sound indicates it's a real gun, as well as the blasted off limb of the outlaw. however, it rises back up again as if it was unwounded, unnerving the two, & metal & electrical wires can be seen protruding. astarion gives another shot, & another, just enough for buy them time to begin running. CHOICE SELECTED : A.

SCARE ZONE 4 ... MEI, MINDY & ASH.

HANG 'EM HIGH : the wind is still & silent as the group reach the top of hangman's hill, where a skeleton with a cowboy hat is dangling from a noose around its neck. the other end of the rope is wrapped tautly around the trunk of the tree. the only sound is the skeleton's plastic bones creaking & clacking as it swings around. mei unravels the quest note provided with the game, which instructs them to cut the skeleton down to win the game. each party has been given a weapon : an axe for mei, a broadsword for ash & a dagger for mindy. as they discuss their plan to bring the skeleton down from its perch & win the game, they are keenly aware of rustling emanating from the bushes. the skeleton above them groans out a ghoulish 'BEEEWARE ...' as what appear to be scare actors crawl out from the brush. they are surrounded on all sides by cartoon character villains, standing & stumbling toward them.

SET ONE CHOICES : A ) ash is the first to strike with his weapon & the blow misses the rope tethering the skeleton to the old willow tree & lands a direct hit to the face of one of the 'actors'. there is a sputtering & coughing, as blood gushes from their face and their eyes begin to melt from their sockets, the agape jaw revealing a hint of metal or B ) mindy attempts to stab one of the scare actors with the dagger, breaking in half immediately when it contacts with the actor, but the blade is lodged in the monster's chest. the monstrous being removed the broken blade from its chest & turns it on them, beginning to violently gash at their face. CHOICE SELECTED : A.

SET TWO CHOICES : A ) competitive & spirited for the game, mindy suggests they separate & make it harder for the scare actors to catch up on them. the motion noises emanating from those cartoonish villains seem to indicate that they are controlled by someone, giving some sort of assurance that they can be tricked easily. the trio runs off separate ways, & mei ending up taking a cover within the shadows. the cartoons & skeleton begin to emit disturbing noises to psyche the trio out — eventually causing nerves to rise. as mei grows more and more agitated, a hand lurches to grab her shoulder, and she swings out of fear, landing a precise, accidental hit to mindy, or B ) the trio decides fighting back is the best choice. ash manages to bring down one monster, revealing that they are indeed puppeteered — somewhat relieved and challenged by this, the group decides to take them down one by one. however, mei loses their balance when attempting to land a strike, causing them to topple over and be the sole target of the cartoons. the cartoons overpower them, with ash & mindy coming into the rescue to peel them off. ash is faltered by the blood in his eyes, while mindy reaches them first. disturbed & unnerved, mei swings her axe wildly to get them all off, with one strike hitting mindy. CHOICE SELECTED : B.

SCARE ZONE 5 ... FARAH, JONGHYEON, & AVA.

THE MORTICIAN BECOMES THE DECEASED : two have broken away from their original group, at ava's behest to drag jonghyeon into the lower floor of the abandoned hospital which once belonged to anchorage regional that they were walking through. separating & descending downward, they are astounded to find a singular light is on & swinging perilously above their heads as it outlines a figure lying bereft under a tarp. thinking it is part of the act, jonghyeon decides to pull the tarp back & ava lets out a blood-curdling scream. underneath the sheet, farah is splayed horizontally on the metal table, with their lips meticulously sewn shut. as the cosmetologist's scream rings out through the room, farah's eyes snap open wide & frantically motions her eyes back & forth to behind the pair. a disembodied saw swings down from the ceiling on the same chain as the light, directly toward them.

SET ONE CHOICES : A ) ava & jonghyeon selfishly dive out of the way, as the giant saw collides with the table & sends it crashing to the ground, narrowly avoiding gutting farah clean open. they recover from the shock & begin trying to undo the straps holding her to the table, only to realize they are soldered down with metallic screws, or B ) the two are frozen to the spot & the saw nicking jonghyeon's arm & opening a large gash that begins to gush blood slows its speed enough that it swings back in the opposite direction & try to push the table farah is pinned down to out of its path. CHOICE SELECTED : B.

SET TWO CHOICES : A ) farah falls to the floor, frantically looking around & trying to find the strength to rouse themselves back up. while scouring through the dark basement with the sound of the saw furious overhead, they find switch that controls the swinging buzzsaw to slow the saw but it does not halt entirely. unable to stand, farah is incapable of helping them further. the saw seems to regain its speed on its own, putting danger on both ava & jonghyeon. it swings a few more times, once colliding with ava's left shoulder & striking her, before farah manages to crawl towards the device & attempts to grab it with their bare hands to prevent it from moving. once over, they carry farah out of the room, or B ) farah falls, but jonghyeon & ava manage to narrowly navigate around the saw & find the switch to stop it — they begin helping farah to their feet. however, the lightbulb goes out entirely for a full minute. when the light returns, they are surrounded with faceless mannequins, mouths sewn, except they're all staring & tilting their heads, following the trio's direction. each has a number plastered on the skin with a paper, numbers seemingly from 1-32. they don't move, nor attack the trio. as jonghyeon & ava pick farah to exit the room, number 33 is revealed to be plastered on farah's back as well. CHOICE SELECTED : A.

SCARE ZONE 6 ... NAJI & HIROKAZU.

THE GREAT PUMPKIN, CHARLIE BROWN : oh yeah, you weren't supposed to be part of the game, were you ? the two are wandering the pumpkin patch on their own prerogative when they all intersect & discover an enormous & abnormal pumpkin protruding from the ground. a face has already been carved into it, hanging downward on one side with pumpkin guts leaking out through its illuminated eyes. an eerie, sizzling sound like an egg on a hot griddle top emanates from the ginormous pumpkin, and naji suggests that it sounds like a ticking time bomb. not a second after the thought is spoken, the swollen pumpkin erupts and pumpkin guts spray everywhere as they are all sent flying in different directions. all around the three, the pumpkins begin to pop off one by one, & the signposts for exiting the pumpkin patch have fallen over.

SET ONE CHOICES : A ) one of the pumpkins appears to begin crawling toward hirokazu using its green tendrils, its face molting the hotter that it gets. a green spine wraps itself around kaz's knee & as it starts to slide up his leg, naji dives in in the nick of time & uses one of the pickets from the pumpkin patch to launch the pumpkin in the opposite direction. it explodes mid-air, or B ) hirokazu is hardly dazed from falling in the dirt, but unable to foresee a way out of the pumpkin patch, he approaches a scarecrow with a cat jack-o-lantern for a head. as he tries to gauge the direction to go from the wind through its carved mouth, its hands suddenly move, closing around his throat, & naji must decide whether to rescue him. CHOICE SELECTED : A.

SET TWO CHOICES : A ) the pumpkin explodes & shatters into the ground — however, a blood-like substance begins to ooze from the remnants that are lying on the ground, & red fire ants begin crawling out of its overturned contents, seemingly & mysteriously unharmed by the explosion. the horde of ants are skittering towards hirokazu with the intention to sting. naji manages to disentangle the pumpkin's tendril from kaz's knee, & then the two run as fast as possible with the bugs trailing behind as they rush towards the exit, or B ) the explosions only accomplish awakening a plethora of abnormal, swollen pumpkins; two emerge from the grounds & on opposite ends of their path, trapping them all in the patch. with nowhere to go, they have no choice but to work together for their own survival. after the initial pandemonium, though, naji realizes that the explosions are timed & risks tossing one of the pumpkins onto the other to destroy them. after successfully doing so, they join in together to toss pumpkins on top of each other & the vegetation eventually ceases to detonate, but no one can be sure when they will begin again. the two quickly look for the exit before they can test fate. CHOICE SELECTED : B.

[wheresthewarriorcats]

snowtuft

i had no idea who he was growing up but the AMVs about him back then popped so hot

[thesoulesscollection]

Soul, I must have missed it, but what happened to Choc's mouth?

Ooh, I don't think I've ever explained this in posts about him so here it is. Also, I realized that Choc has a lot of mouth trauma. Though I'm still working out his entire design, it may not be the most accurate representation. 

If anyone else wants to know more about him I don't mind sharing some ‘lore’ of Choc. 

There've been a lot of unreliable stories that float around the clan about how he got them, how he got all his scars in general but those around his face are the one that drew in the most attention for people. Now it's relatively unknown which is the true story in the midst of the fabrication as Choc himself tends to play along. He's a good storyteller and can do so with a straight, poker face. 

Sometime in his late thirties it'd appeared to have happened during his long stint away from the clan. He offhandedly detailed it as  needing too serious other than having to help his sister and that stuff went down. But in his return came the fresh gnarly scars traveling up his face up his cheekbone like a mockery of a smile. It wasn't the only thing though as his teeth have been replaced with a gold set,  then both his tongue and gums were stained a permanent black color. Overall people find his smile creepily uncanny and grossly weird while others simply got used to it, finding him to be the same goofy old man.

Though over time, people did smarten up, to realize it's likely to be an illness that went to affect him. An ailment that affected his taste and overall hunger when he suddenly lost a hugely unhealthy amount of weight and muscle. 

Weird and gross fact; he can actually open up his mouth a lot like a snake unhinging its jaw with his tongue being abnormally longer than normal. 

[ignitedfms]

[ froy gutierrez, cis-man, he/they ] Look who just landed! APOLLO LADRÓN, I sure hope you packed all you need. Perhaps you’re not worried as UNDERBOSS of THE GOLDEN TEARS. The city has plenty of spots for a 26 year old CYBORG like you. You’ll be known in the city soon enough as THE PARADOX, being EMPATHETIC and CONNIVING. ( 1anc3a10t, 25, PST, removed for discretion )

00000 - - INTERVIEW INCOMING - - - 001

001101 1- - ARE you A LOCAL OF MARS OR HAVE you LANDED HERE RECENTLY? WHAT IS your OPINION OF THE CITY OF NEW JAKARTA? - 00011011

This was the issue with the MAWAR DISTRICT. He couldn’t have a peaceful brunch without the threat of the OVERSEERS invading his personal space. This would never happen in the Slums, there were so many cracks and crevices he could squirm into and be completely out of sight from wandering eyes…But, no one could beat Café Marco’s Chai and he wasn’t willing to settle for the one credit tea bags the boss so graciously bought for him. 

To: Big Man 

Sun God: Fucking Shit. The Seers are up my ass. Tell the Tears to watch their backs while I fend off these assholes. 

Sun God: You know. Maybe if you weren’t a cheap ass and bought me real loose-leaf tea this wouldn’t happen.

Sun God: 😘

“Please. Sit.”

They weakly gestured towards the chair infront of them, not particularly caring whether or not the Overseer took their offer. It was better to open with an act of hospitality rather than assuming aggression from the get go, even if they were rather pissed the officers were eating up their alone time. “I was born in NEW JAKARTA- specifically in Jakarta general- and was raised here in the MAWAR DISTRICT. My mothers immigrated from Earth, they had sought asylum on Mars as they were escaping a domestic violence situation involving my birth father.  I have spent my life flitting around from neighborhood to neighborhood experiencing each of their unique pleasures.” They paused for a moment, leaning forward to rest their arms on the table. “My mothers own a bakery. They bring in good profit. They are happy, they are healthy. New Jakarta is perfect and nothing needs to change.”

0101022 - - ARE you AWARE OF THE CRIMINAL CIRCUIT OF NEW JAKARTA? WOULD you BE WILLING TO INFORM THE OVERSEERS IF you SEE ANYTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY? - 001200

He feigned a sip of his now lukewarm tea, hiding a scoff behind the rim of the mug. Focused more on the credits they wasted on a now stale croissant they only tuned in to half of the question, “You have such interesting inquiries. Some may venture to say they are even a bit…intrusive. But, do you mind repeating yourself? I found myself lost in thought, wondering how unobservant a person would have to be to not notice the criminal activity buzzing around our city.”

They hummed with a slight nod of their head, “Yes, I’m aware. I spend much of my time roaming the slums, gathering stories and whatever else catches my interest. It’s hard not to run into a criminal or two when you’re sticking your nose into places you don’t belong,” they laughed short and sweet, “Or at least that’s what my friends tell me. Now in regard to being a snitch, you know what they say?-“ He paused, shooting the Overseer an expecting look. He hoped an act of innocence would get them to play along with his game, it wasn’t everyday he got the delight of making a fool of someone of their status. “Under the Revised Code of NEW JAKARTA title 9.A, chapter 25- and please do bear with me, I’m summarizing here- I don’t have to tell you anything until I’m under arrest. Am I under arrest?- I didn’t think so.”

000111311 - - HAVE you BEEN TESTED FOR ANY TRACES OF SIGHIR? HAVE your TESTS ON THE VIRUSES COME BACK CLEAN? - 0012133

“No,” They raised a finger to silence the onslaught of any further questioning, “I have not been purposefully avoiding it, I have simply just not had time to be tested.” If they got their way, they would find a way to avoid testing all together. They hadn’t felt a strong spiritual bond with Mars, nor had they woken up one day with the ability to conjure fire in the palm of their hand - but if there was a possibility that the magic was lying dormant they didn’t want a group of faceless BOARD members to be the first to know. 

They nodded their head, a bit offended that these strangers would even begin to believe they weren’t clean. “I take the utmost care in ensuring my body is in perfect shape. That includes keeping a close eye on my mental health to catch any early signs Cyberpsychosis. I am perfectly fine in every way.”

0113114 - - DO you HAVE ANYTHING TO DECLARE? WEAPONS, AUGMENTATIONS, MECHANICAL PARTS OR AI-RELATED APERTURE? - 0012444

Their smile turned sour and they took on an expression that was much more fit for the Underboss of one of the major criminal organizations. It was almost sinister the way they looked at the Overseer, their gaze scanning the officer for any hint of weakness. When he was content with what he found he began to tap the table impatiently, clearly not interested in dealing with this conversation any further.

“My left arm is a cybernetic implant. When I was sixteen I was caught in the aftermath of a street racing crash. Gasoline is highly flammable and my little legs just couldn’t run fast enough. The doctors said I was truly lucky to have survived, being in the slums the emergency response wasn’t as quick as someone like you would normally receive. I don’t remember much from the incident other than feeling wet, which I can only assume was from the massive amount of blood loss.” He stretched his arm out and turned it side to side letting the Overseer run a cursory glance over the limb. “The augmentation gives me the strength that I lost when my nerves were, quite literally, fried. Other than that it’s simply a prosthetic limb.” Not all of it was a lie. They were sixteen when their arm was blown off, but it was the result of a hit gone bad. An explosion from a plasma grenade took it right off. Luckily, X ACADEMY was more than willing to gift an experimental cybernetic to Apollo. They took well to it with only some minor swelling and sores but unfortunately for them that meant they were the perfect test subject. 

They crossed their arms against their chest and leaned back, their expression perked up as they remembered, “I have a stunner but I do not believe they are a regulated good.- Now, I do hope we’re done.” 

[doctordonovan]

[ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 ] : sender carries injured receiver to safety.

somewhere between death  &&  life,  between injury and healing,  between humanity and nothingness.   ( she should have mentioned it earlier  -  when things first went wrong on own end  -  when realisation came that everything was beyond out of control.  )    yet she knows her captain  &&   carol,  deep down,  knows how her first officer is,   it's why they've always worked so well.  both reckless with their care for others...  both the first to take full blast of whatever is coming their way to ensure ship flies at it must. 

there is too much good to be done,  too much to be learnt  -  they're just puzzle pieces in a much bigger picture.

green blood seems to stain them both.   half dried,  half fresh,  constant still even if now it only trickles like dying stream.  she should have told @danversiism back when first impact came and yet blonde would have been in impossible position,  a choice no captain should never have to make.   a choice no friend should have to make.  there's no need for romulan's touch empathy to know the worry flooding through other,  to know how once she's put down the contact moving hair stuck to face is desperately checking to ensure air still finds its way through lungs.

she's fine,  scientist wants to promise,  pointless muscle memory when consciousness and sleep all taste the same.  she's fine,  she'll be fine,   it's just a scratch.  but reassurances need a voice to be heard  &&   it requires far more than she has left within herself.

[jae-birde]

Leo sucked in a sharp breath as he awoke before immediately curling into his side as he broke into a coughing fit. His lungs ached with a sharp pain with every cough, and when he moved his hand from his mouth, he saw blood.

Well, shit.

He shifted where he was laying, bracing both arms underneath him to push up, and—

Leo bit back a scream as his right arm gave under him, pain shooting through it in waves. He collapsed back onto his stomach with a groan, looking at his arm before immediately regretting it.

He squeezed his eyes shut.

Yep. Definitely broken.

Taking a shuddery breath, Leo tried again, careful not to use his injured arm this time, but his leg wouldn't move, and when he tried, despite that, pain laced through the veins of that leg, and he cried out in pain. He twisted around the best he could to look and realized, oh shit, his leg was trapped. He thumped his forehead against his unbroken arm with a groan. Situations like this always sucked to get out of. He lifted his head, examining the rubble the best he could. The angle he was at would make it difficult, but there had to be something here that would work…

There!

Leo stretched his good arm out to his side, fingers just brushing the edge of the steel pole. He had no clue what it was even doing here, but he honestly couldn't care less. It was, as Donnie would say, a convenient plot device (whatever that was supposed to mean.) Whatever. He reached again, this time managing to roll it close enough he could grab it. He pulled it close enough to himself that it wouldn't roll away and reached for a piece of rubble. After awkwardly moving it closer to the debris pile, desperately hoping that would be enough to provide some leverage for the pole.

With some awkward angling and moving, Leo managed to wedge the hole under rubble and put as much weight as he could onto it. After a minute or so of pushing down, there was some give, and his leg was free.

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[doublebattled]

headcanon; I''ve written about the injuries Hilda sustained from being attacked by Ghetsis' hydregion but I think it's due for a rewrite with some emphasis on the stuff Surrounding it, so let's do that, shall we? First, let's talk about the lead up: It's very, very important to note what kind of mental state Hilda (honestly, both of the twins) were in when they fought N. That is to say, fucking STRESSED, what with being tasked with stopping the guy who just summoned a giant castle out of the ground after the five best trainers in Unova had been defeated by him. Of course they went in with the dragons still in the dark/light stones and full intention of fighting N regardless. In fact, I think a part of them was hoping the dragons wouldn't awaken. Certainly a large part of Hilda was. Why? Both N and Ghetsis had sort of psyched them out in that regards. N, perhaps moreso unintentionally, what with his penchant for hypothetical questions and philosophical bullshit, but there was a lot of references to the historical twin heroes, how the Blake twins had a habit of arguing quite a bit, and what if you can't control the dragons, what if they latch onto that Worst Aspect of you two, what if they fight, what if you two end up destroying the region just like the Twin Heroes did in the past haha would that be fucked up or what? So, yeah. Stressed. That all didn't happen, but they were basically both running on pure anxiety through the fight. And another important note: Hilda already fucking hated Ghetsis to begin with, for much the same reasons she hated N. Pretentious motherfucker forcing them into this, probably expecting the twins would fuck this all up. But then they didn't. N failed. So as in the game, Ghetsis has his outburst and goes off on N. And Hilda, who's first reaction to stress is "fight it," still riding the adrenaline high, and has had her hatred of N momentarily redirected to someone else, whom she ALREADY hates, she says—you know what? Fuck this. Fuck you. And she goes to fucking deck him. It does not work. Ghetsis was able to sic his hydregion on her before she could actually reach him. She wasn't thinking clearly, otherwise maybe she would've anticipated that, yeah, no shit he also has pokémon. All things considered, she was incredibly lucky that it was her shoulder that hydregion latched onto. (Maybe not luck, per say, because she does have pretty good reflexes, but damn if anyone who was present was really able to tell, least of all Hilda.) It was only because of their starter, Hanzo, that hydregion dropped her. Hanzo was able to force hydregion to back off Cheren was able to get her emergency treatment. All in all, Hilda suffered from some major blood loss (unsurprising), significant muscular damage to her left arm and shoulder, some nerve damage in her arm, a broken collarbone, and a minor concussion on top of it from when she was dropped. Needless to say, Hilda was not present for N's departure. Duh. (They had a LOOOOOT to work out in bw2 before Hilda was willing to work with him, let me tell you.) After some hospital time and several months of physical therapy (and normal therapy, given the fucking trauma of such an event), Hilda no longer has a full rage of motion in her left arm. She can no longer reach above her head with it, being limited to raising her arm to roughly shoulder height or so, albeit with a bit of strain. Her doctor typically advises her to take it easy when it comes to workouts and the like, but she's kind of hit or miss about actually following that recommendation. Obviously, some things she just flat out cannot do anymore, such as weight lifting, and she has taken the advice of just try to avoid swimming, ESPECIALLY in the ocean or any other sort of moving water, as without a full range of motion in her arm, her ability to swim is considerably weaker. She kickboxes though. She probably shouldn't, but she does.

[wvsteria]

@withinthem

"I've given you a thousand reasons to abandon me, but you haven't yet. So, thank you. For my sake, and for our daughter's. Perhaps it's time to start living, not by my decisions, not by yours, but by what we together decide. Partners. For Hope."

KLAYLEY - THE ORIGINALS

[chronal-anomaly]

@quick-drawn asked:

"Damnit, Lena..." It was barked through gritted teeth in an attempt to hold back a barrage of other...not-so-nice words. He's peeling off layers from her much smaller frame before hands began to scramble for something, anything to help stop the bleeding. "What the HELL were you thinkin'?!" || Unprompted ( always accepting! )

Sound echoed down the distant tunnel that stretched between Lena and the crumpled heap of Cassidy looking up at her from the rubble. Delayed senses attempted to pull together the full picture - the distant tingling of her fingers, the encroaching darkness crowding her vision, and the burning sensation somewhere just below her lung culminating into something sickening and familiar. Usually sampled in brief flashes of agony before being erased again and again, her body recognized the distant pain.

Gunshot, her mind shoved unhelpfully through the fuzzy blur that had begun to overtake her struggling consciousness.

Gravel sliced through her running leggings, shredding through the scarred skin beneath it, as Lena fell clumsily to her knees, then to her side. Body curled instinctively, protecting the grisly wound that punctured the front of her body, as her limbs fell akimbo around her. Lena could feel the tingling crawl up her fingers as the heat gathered in her chest and pooled out onto the rubbled Earth around them.

Cassidy's frame, now level with her own fallen form, sharpened into fading vision. Pieces grinded against one another before slipping into place.

Sniper.

He couldn't hear her calls.

The accelerator.

The accelerator.

Already, the usual milliseconds had lapsed into seconds, ticking quickly into minutes. The failsafe should have activated by now, reverting her back to things as normal. Where was the accelerator? Thoughts raced through her head as she battled the haze that had, by now, taken all but a sliver of her consciousness. There was something important, something on the very edge of her periphery that seemed so critical in that moment, but so far away.

Dark eyes met Cassidy's. The relentless blaze that scorched her very iris had flicker and faded, just as the light on the accelerator had. Blood crusted her nose and lips as the pool of crimson grew every steadier around, staining the dust with a reminder.

Lena Oxton was here.

Lena Oxton existed.

She wasn't exactly sure when Cassidy moved from the ground to over her body, time slipping by like molasses dripping from the bottle. Is this what it felt like to belong? To exist in the correct timeline? To lose track of the seconds until they're measured in laughter and arguments and cups of coffee?

Lena decided it felt nice.

Twitching fingers gripped his wrist with the remaining that pulsed from her figure with each fading heartbeat.

"'nip'r." She slurred, blood pooling in her mouth as she spoke.

Lena coughed, and tried again. "Th'need thei' cap'a'. th'need you. S'no' safe." The last word was punctuated with a wet slap to his wrist, ushering him to some kind of cover from the very sniper Lena pushed him away from.

"Go."

[untoldsoup]

Worked on this all day to make sure I could get this update out earlier than planned lol. Thanks for all your patience over the past 1.5 months waiting for this update!! Anyway big things coming in part two! Please read the tags for this before reading as some content can bother some people. Comments appreciated i worked so hard on this.

previous: chapter 1 and 2

next: here

This is a sequel! First comic can be found here.

[doctordonovan]

❝ can you walk? ❞  | harley

of course he's worried:   last time he saw ago,  only twenty minutes past at most,  she'd seemed close to death.  the red that stains her clothing is entirely her own  -  darker where torn clothing marks where wounds had been,  skin still more than a little too pale to be considered healthy.  she'd looked only minutes from being entirely gone...  and in truth,  that assumption wasn't wrong.

❝ I'm fine. I can walk. ❞   these days she comes back quicker than she used to.   weight is still a tiny bit unsteady on feet,  but it will only improve the more time passes  &&   the more awake she feels again.  ❝ breathe,  @goldshadows.  you're looking at me like I might shatter.  I told you,   I'm tougher than I look.   did you find what you needed? ❞

[dunmeshistash]

hey was wondering did thisle fr die ? since we saw the lion eat his desire and he been asleep for a long while and in his last panels with ``delgal`` he seemed to barely be able to move or talk and didnt eat so it gave off that he is in his dead bed. which id like to see your view in the matter ( im coping ;-; )

I read this manga start to finish twice before I realized people thought he died at the end, none of the two times I read the ending I thought died? Like it didn't even cross my mind it was a possibility before someone else asked me if he died and I was like "no???"

So I have strong feelings about it lol

To me that was about him finally letting go of the fear that kept the kingdom underground and the curse that kept the people immortal, like he finally relaxed he didn't have to shoulder the fear of death from Delgal anymore so the curse was lifted.

The arguments I see for him dying is

He didn't eat what Delgal Offered

Melini is no longer underground

It's a poetic ending

To those I say that Mithrun had 10 years of rehabilitation before he could do anything including eating properly and even now its hard to feed him, but he lives. Plus golden kingdom people don't have to eat and the curse was still in effect even after his desires were eaten. So he's not starving to death here.

His timeline ends with "Escaped from the dungeon on Yaad's back"

They made a point to say even if the Demon ate your desires you can create new ones

Yaad talks about how THEY are part of the circle of life

Thistle had a curse keeping the kingdom underground and a curse of immortality over the people, he lifted both curses when he realized he didn't have to worry about it anymore but nobody died right away, so why would only thistle die?

Instead of peacefully passing away this is what happened to Mithrun

Death isn't poetic or beautiful irl so I don't see how in the biology manga he just up and died in that scene for giving up but still looking otherwise healthy

Anyway I might just be coping but I don't think only thistle OF ALL characters would die, even the corpse retrievers that were thrown on the water show up at the end, and there's nothing confirming or denying his death so if Ryoko Kui did decide he died she decided to keep it vague for some reason and I chose to think he's alive going thru rehab.

[3584-tropical-fish]

Silt verses reference sheets, part two!! This time for Faulkner

My Carpenter reference sheet is here, and some further notes on these are under the cut!

First Image: Whenever i draw season 1 faulkner it does NOT look like him, and i blame his fuckass haircut. my guy did that while looking at his reflection in the river and it looked awful and he doesn't trust anyone else to cut it for him. I do like to imagine that Paige looked at him, immediately recognized that he cut his own hair, and offered to cut it for him at some point during season 1. This probably doesn't work well with the timeline, but it's real to me and i can headcanon what i want.

Second Image: It was fully not intentional on my part that Faulkner's s2 fit would be so reminiscent of my s1 design for Carpenter, but then I realized that was the case and there's no going back now. It fits so well and is very important to me as a detail. I also imagine he doesn't really want to show off that scar he got from the sentinel, because he sees it as a failure, so he wears the turtleneck, Also, it's practical, because it's probably cold up in those mountains.

I was going back and forth for a bit on how much Mercer fucked up Faulkner's face when she beat him up at the end of season 2. I might alter my design for him so that she fully gives him a broken nose, because she did hit him A Lot. I also don't know how much the glass would leave a mark, but I like the idea of him having very small scars on his hands from the mirror glass for the rest of the series.

I'll make a note here about my thoughts on the fishhooks now, because I've decided I like the thought of them being awarded for successful pilgrimages/other religious victories. Where you get the piercing probably also matters, because fishhooks are also used to mark sacrifices, but it's a concept I want to play around with more. We'll see where I go with this.

Third Image: No particular notes on that first drawing, and honestly not a lot of notes on the high prophet fit either, since that one is basically my closest interpretation of what's stated in text. I liked the idea of his shoes being replaced with less practical, but better looking shoes. or maybe not since shoes dont exist anymore. tragic

Also, I imagine the cope is very very intricately embroidered. I didn't know how to get that across with the scale I was working with, but trust me. I also like the though that on the shoulders, the whole face is depicted, but you can't see most of it because it's covered by that outer shawl-like thing. The shawl/poncho shape has kinda become a staple of Parish fits, so I think I'm going to keep rolling with it. In the second drawing of the second image, you kinda get that shape with his sleeves, and his cassock also has that going on at the top of the sleeves. I don't know, it's something.

I may or may not be missing injuries on my little injuries diagram, but I'm pretty confident ive got the important ones. I did eventually settle on Mercer not breaking his nose (for now at least), but i did like the thought of her knocking out or cracking one of his teeth, like he did to Carpenter in the season 1 finale. cycles of violence or something.

[radio-writes]

It's about time for your blood to spill + you should sleep + we were soulmates

(Congrats on the 300 followers btw!)

Now, The Echoes Interlace

300 Followers Event

Warnings: Blood, physical injuries to reader, ambiguous major character death(s), angst

Tags: Alastor x reader, gn reader, relationship can be read in any way

MDNI

"You always have looked so pretty in red, Al." You hummed as your combed your fingers through his soft hair. You pressed your fingers against his scalp, lightly massaging against his antlers.

The light static that varied in volume crackled. "Fuck you." Alastor managed to say as his head laid on your lap.

His smile was strained—present, of course, as it always was, but strained. The trail of blood from his mouth dripped from his chin, joining the warm pool under both your bodies.

"Rude." You scolded him. Your breath coming out in a hiss as Alastor dug his claws into an open wound on your leg. 

"Must you continue to hurt me? You're already dying." You glared down at him as you would at a misbehaving pet.

You leaned forward, easily removing his hand from your body without much of a struggle. He only had so much strength left after all. 

"Fuck you." Alastor repeated, static morphing his voice this time around.

"Yes, well, I get that you're mad, Al." You continued your casual tone. "But it was about time for your blood to spill, don't you think?"

You grunted as you leaned your back against the cold wall again, sighing as the tension on the wound across your stomach was lessened.

"F—"

"Fuck me, yes yes." You cut him off. "Save your strength or you'll die out faster."

Alastor didn't mean to listen to you, but he just felt far too tired to argue otherwise.

Your hand returned to his head, damp with sweat and blood, and yet somehow still so adorably fluffy. Leave it to this guy to still look so presentable even when dying a second time around.

Your fingers scratched at one of his tufts of hair, causing it to give a slight, involuntary twitch.

"So they are ears." Your voice was soft. "I always assumed but was never really sure, you know?"

Alastor didn't respond. His red eyes continued to glare at you.

He adjusted his hands to lay over his chest. A weak attempt to slow his loss of blood. He didn't even have enough energy to press on it anymore.

"Hey, Al." You wheezed, breath slightly knocked from you. You had adjusted the way you sat so the demon could lay more comfortably on your lap. "Do you remember how we first met?"

"You told me that cheesy pick up line. How'd it go again?" Your hand paused as you tried to remember. 

A rather dashing demon slid up to you at the bar; charming, sharp smile, on full display. You've seen all sorts of sinners by now, but none so happy while rotting in hell.

You expected him to sell you drugs, or quite bluntly tell you to sleep with him. What you got instead was a very corny: 

"You must be buried treasure, because I am absolutely digging you." You let out a tired laugh, hand continuing to pet Alastor once more.

The sound of static crackling again was the only response you got. You think it meant fuck you. 

"Well you must be treasure as well, Al. Because it seems I'll be burying you tonight." You met Alastor's harsh glare with a soft smile.

"What? That absolutely was funny, you can't deny it." You defended yourself.

Alastor didn't think him dying was funny at all, actually, but he didn't exactly have any energy left to say that.

His smile was a tight, close lipped one, but you see his lips try to curl just a tiny bit in what you assumed would have been a snarl. 

"You always thought I was hilarious." Your own hand moving over the gash on your neck as if it was a mild inconvenience. You titled your head as you looked down at the demon on your lap. "What changed?"

Alastor merely glared at you.

Your eyes traveled down his body, staying on the deep wound oozing across his chest.

"That's not fair, Al." You laughed tiredly, eyes staying on his bloodied torso. "I always thought you were incredibly handsome—sinfully so really. But your attempts at killing me never changed that."

"Fuck you." The static over his voice was gone now. His tone was as spiteful, angry, and condescending as always, but much, much weaker.

Your eyes drifted back to his face. His smile was still present, but his lovely red eyes seemed more unfocused than they were a second ago.

Your hand in his hair stopped their movements. For a moment, the world was still as you wondered if your company had already left.

But it was merely for a heart beat, as a ragged breath from his lips snapped time back into motion.

You pealed your fingers from his hair, bringing them down to softly rub your knuckles down his cheek. He doesn't so much as flinch, but, you knew he would have had he been able to.

"Hey, old pal." You cooed softly. "You should sleep, you look so very tired."

His fingers on his chest twitched once, but you didn't get much of a reply anymore after that.

You sighed heavily. Your hands rested on his face as you leaned your head against the wall behind you, face craned upwards to the red sky that covered all of Hell.

Your own eyes closed, realizing just how tired and weary you yourself were.

Still, you were never one to be silent around a friend—or foe. It had always been unclear to you when it came to Alastor.

"We were soulmates, wouldn't you say so, Al?" You continued softly. "But in a funnier way, I think, where we were always meant to destroy the other."

Alastor's skin felt as it always did beneath your fingers. The stench of blood heavy as it always was around him. You felt his familiar eerie presence by you, as you always did.

And yet, you were unsure if he actually was still there. You were quite conflicted about how you were supposed to feel about that, truth be told.

"Fuck you, old friend." You sighed, eyes remaining closed, smile tiredly stretching across your own lips.

[aainiouu]

Just…

———

Buck gets reckless again, with his own life, and he gets hurt.

He gets hurt rescuing Tommy.

And when Tommy gets to Buck, him being little banged up but otherwise ok and Buck knocking on death’s door.

Buck grins and coughs out and he’s clinging to conciousness.

”I bet you didn’t see this coming, that actually, you would be my last.”

Tommy screams ”Evan! EVAN!?”

But Buck can no longer hear him.

———

Sorry?