#Tw light body horror

[frostmarris]

12 Days of AkaSaku - Day 2

SasoSaku in surgical gloves

mad scientist Sakura a proud member of the build-a-boyfriend club hehehe

[spidori]

Doctor Danny Fenton: On The Run

Danny knew he was on borrowed time.

Sure, he was harder for Clockwork to find than most- something about it being harder to look for an acausal nexus than a causal one, and the medallion fused into his core severing him from standard causal flow, Dan had explained it to him once, before he... no! Focus Danny! You don't know how long you have until he finds you!

Dragging himself out of his dissociation, Danny took stock. He still had the Infinimap in one hand; it was still green and dripping from something he couldn't afford to think about right now. Where and when had the Infinimap interpreted his shout of "a way to run away" as asking to travel to?

"Dann'O! You're just in time to see our newest upgrades to the speeder!"

"Uhhh... You made it look like a Volkswagen beetle?”

"Oh, Sweetie, no. See!" his mom said, opening up a control panel and poking around, then stepping away from what was now a cargo van.

"Your father and I finally figured out how to fuse ectoplasm with metals to make ecto-alloy! We rebuilt the speeder from it and added a camouflage circuit. Now it can change shape into whatever will blend into the surrounding environment for any ghost hunting scenario."

"And the best part is, it even gives off an ecto-signature! Those spooks won't know what hit 'em when you ambush 'em from this one Mads!"

A transforming vehicle with its own ecto-signature to hide inside? Yeah, that might work, even though Danny remembered the camouflage feature had been a short-lived modification because of how often it would get stuck and have to be put through a hard-reset to get it changing again. And judging by the way the Infinimap was subtly tugging towards the improved speeder that's exactly what it brought him here for.

"Mom, Dad, whatever happens next, I love you, and I'm sorry."

"Danny, sweetie, is something wrong?"

"More than I have time to explain, mom. Look, if you see Jazz... If this timeline... Just, tell Jazz I love her too, ok?"

"Dann'o, you're scaring us."

"I know. I'm sorry. Hopefully you'll have the chance to be able to forgive me for this. Going Ghost!"

Ok. He had made it into the speeder. The new metal wasn't phase-proof, there were pros and cons to that, ones he would consider later if he made it that far. At least the interior was pretty much unchanged, so he'd been able to get the speeder started before he'd heard the sound of a clock tolling and his parents' banging on the door had suddenly stopped.

He'd gunned it into the portal quickly enough to get into the relative safety of the zone before its stop sign frame and hazard pattern doors dissolved into obliterated nothingness along with everything else he had been able to see, or sense, of his home dimension...

Something else to be stuffed in the trauma box to be unpacked never if he was ever able to stop running 'later,' something to unpack 'later.'

The tugging in his hand was getting stronger, so at least he was probably heading in roughly the right direction.

He tried veering a little to the right to see if he could get a better sense for the direction the map was tugging, only for its pull to remain unchanged.

Confused, Danny glanced down to see it was actually tugging towards the dashboard.

Or rather, the ectoplasm- all that remained of Dani... 'LATER!'- which coated it was tugging towards the dashboard.

Desperately hoping this meant there might be something of his favorite halfa left to save, Danny pressed the coated map to the dashboard, and prayed.

Within seconds, the map was gone, absorbed into the speeder. Then things got even weirder.

Weirder than the group of ancients putting aside their many feuds to team up on him had been.

Stranger than those ancients somehow getting the Observants on their side.

More out of the blue than the Observants using their binding vow with Clockwork to force him to try to eliminate any timelines with Danny in them, as well as anyone who was even part Danny.

It had been a hell of a day.

And now the speeder had apparently grown absolutely gigantic after absorbing the Infinimap if the anachrofuturistic room Danny suddenly found himself in was anything to go by.

And according to the view screens it was generating a relativistic time, space, and dimensional tunnel?

Oh Lord. Danny was going to have quite the time explaining this one to his parents if he managed to undo enough of this to have a timeline to return to.

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The tunnel let out in a universe with low-to-minimal ambient ectoplasm according to the external sensor arrays.

That phrasing! That was Exactly how Clockwork had phrased it the last time Danny had talked with him as 'Clockwork'; after the Observants took control of him with their vow he had called himself Chrona, which was the first thing which clued Danny in that something was wrong.

What was it Clockwork had told him?

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"Local ambient ectoplasm levels are an important consideration for stronger ghosts, Danny. Your perception is skewed by the limits of your experiences, as well as your unique biology, but Amity park and the Infinite Realms as a whole are essentially the top of the scale for ambient ectoplasm levels.

Normally, ectoplasm is a renewable, but much more finite resource. A sufficiently powerful ghost can easily consume all that is available in an area with a normal level before they are able to accomplish anything worth the effort if they aren't extremely frugal with their use of power. Normally, it makes any plans which would involve other realms simply not worth the effort and energy expenditure involved, especially with the additional up-front cost of breaching the veil.

There are even locations with low-to-minimal ambient ectoplasm, which makes them practically immune to ghostly influence. Only the very weakest of shades, ones who require next to no ectoplasm to maintain their current state of existence, can naturally persist in such places. Well, them, and extremely rare exceptions such as Halfa's, whose unique state of existence allows them to generate nearly all of the ectoplasm required to sustain their ghostly half. Any other ghosts would have to gather all of the ectoplasm they would need before going to any such spot, like how the astronauts you love so much need to bring everything for survival with them into deep space.

Actually, the deep space metaphor is particularly apt, as there are whole dimensions with far lower levels of ectoplasm than the one you call home.

Should you ever find yourself able to indulge that space obsession of yours, that would be a good place to do it. Most ghosts would be unable to follow you there, and even those who technically could would have great difficulty sustaining themselves once they arived."

"Geez, Gramps, you're feeling talkative today. Usually I can't get anything nearly this direct out of you."

"It will be important for you to understand your options, my young halfa. Speaking of which, keep in mind that your specific nature is vital to your ability to so easily sustain yourself in such environments. Even other halfas will have much more difficulty surviving in the lowest ecto-level locations as a result of their less balanced compositions. I know your young mirror's obsession also involves exploration, but she would require near constant fulfillment of her obsessions to have a hope of generating enough to get by without supplementation for you or another living being with a similar drive to seek new experiences. Mr. Masters would be better off due to his greater degree of human biology, but would also be hindered by the less complete connection to his ghost side. He would likely find transformation essentially impossible outside of survival scenarios- though you yourself probably would as well- and even his human form would experience side-effects like pounding headaches, or the constant sound of his heart pounding in his ears like a drum as it was pushed to maintain his starving ghostly side."

"I'm sure Dani and I could manage. And if we couldn't, we could always call you to pick us up."

"Untrue, actually. Any location with low enough levels to cause young Danielle to suffer would also be extremely difficult for me to reach. Such low levels could require anywhere from days to centuries in order to push enough ectoplasm through the veil to form a link, possibly more if an entity- such as an injured halfa- or anomaly- such as a rift of any kind- on the other side is draining whatever bleeds through. Your own presence may act to shorten that time somewhat if you can generate enough ectoplasm on site, but even then I would have to find you first. My abilities as an ectoplasmic entity rely wholly on manipulation of ectoplasm, and that includes my near omniscience. Should you ever find yourself in a location with sufficiently low ectoplasm, I would have a great deal of difficulty locating you; the link between our cores would mean that I would always be able to locate you eventually, but you would need to stay in one place for quite a while, which would rather defeat the purpose of emergency rescue."

"So if I ever need to hide from you because I actually manage to pull a prank on you which you don't see coming, all I have to do is find and then literally flee to one of a very select subset of alternate dimensions?"

"Pretty much. Although if you're hiding from me you would want to actively muddy the waters as well."

"Setting aside that I don't think I'd ever want to hide from you, Gramps, muddy the waters?"

"I'm a conceptual entity, Danny. I anchor to that concept in every single reality in which it exists. If the concept of time is sufficiently redirected to something or someone else to any degree, whatever portion has been redirected is therefore unavailable for me to latch onto. The same idea applies to Nocturn not being able to enter the DC Dimension because of their Dream of the Endless. Meanwhile, Pandora could enter almost at a whim if not for her guard duties, because that universe associates hope with her almost directly. In my case, anything strongly associated with the flow and concept of time could hinder me, while spreading my own name would allow me a greater share of any ectoplasm generated by the dimension.

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Ok.

Danny could work with this.

He would have to keep traveling so that Clockwork- no, it was Chrona now- couldn't lock onto him or Dani-fused-to-the-dimensionally-traveling-speeder (He would have to workshop that).

If possible, he would also have to find a way to make a myth associated with time in an abnormal manner; the question was how to do that?

And he would need to do all of this while expending as little of his ectoplasm as possible, and probably supplementing Dani's whenever he could if she was ever going to have any chance of reconstituting.

He could definitely work with this; he refused to accept otherwise.

Maybe his parents had left some things he could use in the speeder before they were- 'Later!'

Hmm... No tools lying around... There was the weapons locker, but he should probably use whatever was in those ecto-batteries immediately so they wouldn't act as some kind of concentrated-ecto-homing-beacon. Maybe they could help Dani heal?

As he brought the disconnected batteries to the console in the center of the room, he saw it. There, sticking out of one of the panels which would probably have originally been the cup-holder in the center console before everything was transformed, was his dad's favorite 'screwdriver.' Not that it was even remotely recognizable as a screwdriver anymore; his dad had modified it so many times that it looked more like a futuristic laser pointer now. It had become his favorite hobby project before he was- 'LATER!'

He recognized this one as the version which required next to no ectoplasm to work, but as a trade-off had been completely unable to interact with wood for some reason. Something about still partially living matter and destructive interference with foreign emotional resonance as a naturally evolving survival mechanism in- Ramble 'later', focus on surviving now.

And Danny was actually starting to feel like he could find a way to survive with what he had. It was like his dad had always said about the screwdriver.

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"See how many things it can do now, Dann'O! If I had tried to turn it into this version from the start it never would have worked; I would have gotten frustrated and had to move onto some other project for the sake of my sanity, and our house's walls. But since I took it one small change at a time, look at what I've been able to turn it into.

Incremental change, son! It's how any real change happens. If you want to accomplish something big, you try to choose the things which you think will lead towards wherever you want to end up, especially when they won't get you all the way there, big easy changes like that almost never stick for one reason or another. Over time those small steps add up, and you end up somewhere a lot better than where you started. So, what do you think you can do to apply that to working on your grades?"

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Yeah, Danny could start to do something with what he had. He was still half alive, and could keep himself that way as long as he never stopped running long enough for Chrona to find and catch up to him. He had a Time and Dimensional and Relativistic Space ship (still not quite right, but better) with Dani fused into it to help him do just that. And he had his dad's screwdriver and advice.

So where should he start?

Well, if he wanted to build a myth, and to fulfill his obsessions wherever possible, protecting people while exploring all of time and space was probably as good a way as any. A time-traveling madman with an ever-changing camouflaged space-ship and a 'screwdriver', just passing through, helping out, was sure to get some attention.

It just needed a name to really give people something to latch onto.

He had just gotten his doctorate in engineering before everything went to hell, but as much as he'd like to use Dr. Fenton, that was just laying down a trail and begging Chrona to follow. His real name would probably have to be a closely guarded secret; the title was good though, so instead, he would just call himself

The Doctor.

Now, where should he run to next?

[illusion-of-sea-axes]

Communion

[leodrawsthings]

Shading vs No Shading

I realized I never posted a non-shaded version of this piece

and that all the details are like non-existent because of it, and I feel bad that they aren't seen bc I'm stupid either way :) here

[calf-cover]

Hello! Do you think this was all? Oh, no - I came back with the second part of

The Mini-Analysis of the Alchemical Aspect of Alagadda (part 2)

This time we will analyze the second Lord of Alagadda – the Wearer of the Mask of  Diligence - White Lord and their stage. It won't do without headcannons either, and let's start our trip right now! 

But I warn you, this analysis is three times longer than the previous one!

*And you can read the first part, if you miss it*

Want to say that alchemy and its sources are extremely disordered and often contradictory. I tried to make sense of them and organize by virtue of my knowledge and the logic of the ritual. 

But it is a little daunting to read with eyes opening wider and wider three pages about the "Virgin Mary's uterus", so that in the end came to the conclusion that this is purely a reference to a freaking return to the womb of the mother, rebirth and all the other stuff that already WAS IN A BUNCH OF RITUALS AND CULTURES And IT WAS CLEAR FROM the FIRST MENTION!!? And about the rest of the texts, I'm generally silent. As you read the alchemical treatises in the original it becomes clear why there are constant orgies in Alagadda. They just honor the origins, so to speak…

But let's get back to the analysis. Oh, it will be long and very interesting!

The White Lord, Wearer of the Diligence Mask personifies the stage of Albedo. And if Nigredo is a nightmare, Albedo is a waking up after it. In this stage we get purified, liquefied and crystal-clear matter capable of turning any metal into silver, the second most perfect metal after gold.

Spiritually, Albedo is a stage of contemplation and "growing up". This is the ablution from past sufferings and the entry into a new stage – after metaphorical death and rebirth in Nigredo, the rite of initiation comes to an end. The body is dissolved, and the spirit is purified and tangible. "The soul at this stage feeds on milk, like a infant, preparing for grow" says the description of this stage in one of the treatises, and the spiritual meaning here interests us more than the chemical one. It can be assumed that the "milk" here is a new experience, new powers and opportunities that a person receives by passively analyzing and absorbing the world around them.

In our analysis, I want to pay special attention to the fact that Albedo is very similar to the outcome of the initiation rite (rebirth in a new form after "death" in Nigredo), which makes it associated with duty. In all cultures, such rituals were often a "test" of a person's readiness for new responsibilities and a solemn endowment of them.

Hence, perhaps, the status of the Lord – "The Mask of Diligence". That is, given the nature of this stage, it can be assumed that the White Lord has some special powers and a role different from those of the other Lords, possibly related somehow to order and maintaining stability, while the other lords seem more chaotic and prone to destruction. It is also worth noting that this word has far more than one meaning – it means both "assiduity" and "perseverance", "patience", "thoroughness". And surely these qualities are also inherent in our Lord.

The symbols of this stage are the white swan, the moon, Jupiter and silver. The swan is a symbol of the perfection of the spirit, but also a link between water and air, the Moon and Jupiter, which refers to the Chemical Wedding – the end of Albedo, the mixing of two metals, "female" philosophical mercury and "male" philosophical sulfur – volatile and liquid. By the way, it results in a divine hermaphrodite – Rebis, their fusion and child. Therefore, it is likely that the White Lord, as a symbol of this stage and process, are intersex – and given their nature, this is not an ordinary "human" hermaphrodite, namely a mythical Rebis – that is an intersex squared with a fascinating chthonico-cosmic concept of gender. Finally, a character I can fully associate myself with

The moon emphasizes the connection of Albedo with water, as well as with the feminine principle and the fragility of the emerging alchemical compound. The light of the moon is still cold, barely discernible, it is far from the final clarity of Ruberdo. And consciousness is still wandering in the twilight, still tender and alert, but seeing and greedily absorbing everything it can reach.

Jupiter, on the contrary, is already an established, strong union – it is the reins of order, luck and confidence, and the patron saint of science, philosophy and law. It symbolizes immense knowledge, and the opportunity to touch them, expand the boundaries and know things that seemed forbidden and unknowable. Venus also has some influence at the end of the stage, but most of the time the process takes place under the auspices of the Moon and Jupiter. Venus, on the other hand, accompanies Albedo to the next stage, which we will talk about another time.

Silver is traditionally a magical, healing metal, second only to gold. It is a symbol of the majesty of purity, clarity, as well as strength and perseverance, because it withstands the effects of many aggressive mediums. It is a symbol of the feminine principle and the moon, providence and purification from the impurities of the soul.

Having gathered together all the information received, we can present an approximate portrait of this mysterious Lord. It is a powerful entity that most likely orders and balances the wild, unbridled nature of Alagadda and other Lords. And here I want to note an important point. As we remember, Albedo has a special connection with liquids – more than any other stages. And apparently, it is with liquids – the four humors of the body, the dissolutions necessary for transformations that Alagadda is extremely firmly connected. It would not be surprising if it was the White Lord who would act as such a link.

As for the character – apparently it will be restrained being, that immersed in secret knowledge and constantly analyzing and ordering everything. However, they will be endowed with strength and stubbornness, steadfastness, under the onslaught of which anyone will kneel.

As for appearance, the Albedo stage in alchemy is often depicted as a woman with a pale face in white dress and a crown. So most likely it will be a monstrous Snow Queen, cold as a cosmic abyss, deceptively fragile and infinitely mysterious. Truly worthy to carry the status of the purest divine unknowable Rebis, from the mere presence of who space itself freezes.

Well, now let's move on to my cross between a reclusive theorist, Dr. Frankenstein and my goofy ahh technician grandpa (who almost sawed off my fingers along with a piece of iron), a being more like a monumental iceberg than a thin ice queen, possessing the emotional range of a dried acorn.

I love my White Lord. I love their dissimilarity, I like their manners and character, which is reflected in their appearance, and the fact of their extremely perverted and at first glance not manifested sense of humor despite complete external and internal coldness. And there is still some irony in their "true" appearance in comparison with traditional images.

However, it is probably an omission that they were originally made without delving into alchemical symbolism - despite all the similarity of the final results. Instead, a strong emphasis was placed on their connection with fluids and lymph – humour, responsible for the brain and "hydration". Also, because of the translation in my native language, they were literally called "The Lord of Perseverance", so in the end there was more stubbornness than decency in them.

In my text to their tarot fan art, I mentioned that their body size is not increased because of fat at all. And I think it's worth revealing this fact so as not to torment the audience with guesses. Their tissues are saturated with lymph.

The lymph acts as a layer between their skin and muscles, the lymph protects and nourishes the mighty flesh around the gold-yellow bones, the lymph binds deceptively human insides and flows through the veins, binding any poisons and cooling burns before they have time to do any harm. The White Lord can literally absorb almost any damage and calmly continue moving, and this with their vulnerable humanoid form! And they are really needs that...

The White Lord is looking for answers to many questions. Why do Lords look so much more like people than ordinary peasants? How does the complex system of Alagadda work? Where are the limits of their fluid management abilities?.. They are an obscenely broad profile scientist, deeply studying, among other things, the nature of Alagadda, which remains a mystery even for the Lords. For this, they often get comeuppance from the Ambassador, then from Alagadda itself, accidentally getting into its dangerous processes, then from the offspring of their experiments, but after that they just shake themselves off and continue working. The fact that the Lord is orderly and follows certain rules does not mean that these will be the rules of the local government…

But in addition to personal research, the White Lord works to order, whether it's creating new drinks, alloys and fancy tools, or extracting a narcotic slug from places where it clearly shouldn't be. Of course, not for free. All the Lords are forced to seek their assistance one way or another.

They like everything to be orderly, studied and in its place, and at meetings they often act as a conciliatory party, restraining the ardent temper of their brethren. After all, they are is the only one who can tolerate the Black Lord, and often softens his violent nature.

They are infinitely calm, persistent and logical, but at the cost of their own feelings. They get no pleasure from anything other than mental work, have almost no attachments and do not feel the slightest regret when they see suffering as well as gratitude in return for kindness. If the Black Lord is an emotional being and perfectly aware of what pain and rid of it is, the Yellow Lord experiences a range of complex emotions and the most subtle and diverse variations of hatred, and the Red Lord deliberately ignores the feelings of others, putting his delight above the someone’s sufferings, then the White Lord, even with telepathy, is not able to fully understand what others are experiencing.

Usually they regard people as things – either neutral, or interfering, or giving an opportunity to extract something. And probably, including on this basis, they got together with the Black Lord. But you know, two evil geniuses in the same city sounds like an extremely explosive mix…

[mushroom-for-art]

Sorry I've been spamming u today XD your characters just spark the joy for me @blues-sues so here's a Sniper

[filmtvtoday]

BEETLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE (2024) — dir. Tim Burton

[dreveel]

Under a Surgical Light; {Credit}

[midnighthybrid1]

Saw this 2k celebration DTIYS by @rorydrawsandwrites , based on her Puppeteer Gangle AU (very creepy stuff, I’ve only recently started reading into it but it’s pretty interesting 👀).

Congrats on the 2k followers broski! That’s pretty friggin awesome!

[vonxodd]

THE BLOB (1988) // dir. russell chuck

[fischlich]

revenge i did for @plasterhound for artfight :] probably my favorite piece i did this af

[raintailed]

a variety of emojis from the (now dead) redraw collab. i'm not going to redraw any more emotes, but you're free to use these so long as you credit me.

in order, the names are:

row 1: enotdazzle, karmaflower, lantern row 2: gourmnervousthumb, sluglaser, greenhappy row 3: enotwhathaveidone (or enothorrified), nightheart, sunbarktree row 4: rivtense, gourmheart, hllbow row 5: echo, enotroar, enotroar (without eyestrain)

the echo emoji is a completely new pose and has two ocs: Dust Falling Amongst Shafts of Light (echo) and Fog Washed Away, aka Oxy (slugcat)

[miwtual]

and when we go, don’t blame us (insp)

[zimt-deathnote]

Commission for @xtosca ! AU from @tzviaariella where Light was imprisoned and had had his eyes removed (what a cool idea???).

----- My other socials Commission Info Let's drink some Ko-Fi! 🍵

[mushroom-for-art]

New twosona who dis?

As May has escaped containment it is time for me to return to the earth as the freakish mushroom I am so behold, this fucking thing XD

While I had drawn the sketch for the proper ref before seeing @blues-sues Sniper I did take inspiration from their mushroom mew cause they're a delightful creature

[chinzhilla-main]

𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶-𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔬𝔣 ℌ𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹

Final report of the commercial starship Nostromo, third officer reporting. The other members of the crew—Kane, Lambert, Parker, Brett, Ash, and Captain Dallas—are dead. Cargo and ship destroyed. I should reach the frontier in about six weeks. With a little luck, the network will pick me up. This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off.

Alien (1979) dir. Ridley Scott

+bonus😺: