#Vivisection TW

[new-revenant]

Hi! can I share some angst and weird thoughts?

TW: mention of blood and vivisection?

Imagine that the Justice League (with Batman and Constantine) or any of the other heroes summon the Ghost King/Danny Phantom (sorry I'm only a few days into this crossover and trying to figure it out) to solve the problem. But their main problem recedes into the background when a screaming and crying Phantom with scars on his body appears in the summoning circle.

Fresh wounds from vivisection.

Danny almost suffocates and realizing that he is relatively free and not on the operating table, clamps down on the badly bleeding wounds so they will heal and nothing will fall out of his body.

OR

JL calls for Danny and everyone sees the tired teenager look at the heroes in surprise with one of his organs in his hand and put it back into himself with icy calmness.

Danny literally: yo you're just in time. That was my favorite organ.

Danny tries to act as chill and calm as he can, acting like this is just a normal thing that happens. The League just share a look with each other before jumping into action, because this is their new problem now, not whatever probably-world-ending threat they were going to deal with.

One of them asks why a ghost would possibly need organs, and Danny just says “I honestly don’t need them in this form, but the government is kinda a bitch not gonna lie.”

“Aren’t you like, the Ghost King? How could the government get you?” Another League member asks.

“Well, ghost hunting technology is a thing, and I’m like a C-student, I’m not smart enough to come up with an escape plan while somebody is actively tearing me apart.”

The Justice League is regretting their decision to summon this “Ghost King,” since he might not be of much help. But hey, not only did they save this ghost teen, now they’ve got yet another problem to deal with!

But, to their surprise, Danny Phantom does indeed have the power fitting for the King of the Infinite Realms, as he helps turn the tide of the battle they were in. How could the government ever manage to capture someone so powerful?

[evilkitten3]

not blorbo as in "my favorite character", blorbo as in "help me chain him to the lab table so i can cut him open and look at his organs"

[ziptiesnfries]

tired: character gets vivisected, but they're under anesthesia so they don't remember anything

wired: character gets vivisected under anesthesia, BUT they have an out-of-body experience and witness the whole procedure from the outside

[painless-innit-colourful]

things I think would fix me right now:

- going to sleep (which is what I will be doing as soon as I've eaten this pizza)

- live vivisection (of me) without anesthesia (just curious what's in there)

- getting pissed (preferably sharing a bottle with her) and going to a club with my ex-girlfriend

- lake district

[pinchofneven]

Where: Caer Glas Keep || the LaBorATorYyyy (oOOoOOo) &&: @alucardrakul

The cold, buzzing steel rummaged in him like a sticky hand through a bag of sweets. Neven held his eyes shut and tended the pain as he would any wild, injured animal. Gently, with due patience and exuded calm. With each slip of the instruments, every less-than-mindful tear of the fibers holding him together, the pain jostled in the incubus’ grip.

The pain kicked furiously at a sudden jab, originating high in his right oblique. The raw muscle there felt the open air. The alchemist's stomach tensed, reflexively, under the sharp ministrations. “Ow.” He hissed at the Legionnaire, a rare break in his relaxed demeanor. “Be nice, or I’ll find myself a better surgeon.” Neven jokingly threatened. They held equal stake in the work they did here, and there were always new discoveries to be made. What good was immortality if you didn’t lend an unbreakable body to good use?

[shewhowillrise]

What a wonderful Mother’s Day Maddie Fenton has had this year. Jack had pampered her all morning, and Jazz treating her to a spa all afternoon.

And Danny, her sweet young Danny, didn’t make a noise on the metal table on her special day.

[helreginn]

"were you ever going to tell me the truth?" - Lucifer

send “were you ever going to tell me the truth?” for my muse’s reaction to your muse saying that to them.

Her eyes found his in the low light. And promptly swept past his dark and angered gaze. He wasn't angry at her. She knew it. Angry, yes. At her? Far, far from it.

She had told him.. the barest truth of her past. The cliff notes and abridges.

Hel had left... much unsaid. Much that he had to hear from someone else.

"I was a village girl. My family was bound, exiled and banished. Now I care for the dead."

Only there was more at the beginning. More to the middle. And even more to the end.

She is a Hagia's daughter. Heir to a seat few understand. She is a beloved daughter and doted on sister. These things are fact. Immutable. No past tense. She was a happy child. Carefree and wild. Her family were happy. Large and loud and loving. And then a man let his fear outweigh his reason. And she was no longer a happy child. The first was Fenrisúlfr, tricked and bound. Bloody maw ever open lest he impale himself on Týr's sword. They emptied the world of magic items just to tie him there. The next was Jǫrmungandr. Thrown into the ocean to grow and writhe in misery as he became too large for his captive enclosure.

The oldest and the largest done away with first so the younger, smaller siblings had no one to protect them.

Sleipnir was claimed for an immortal life of servitude and humiliation. Next were the twins. The horror wasn't apparent until the twins. A wolf, A serpent, A horse. These were their chosen forms. Keeping them stuck that way wasn't as cruel as the other things enacted. There are worse things than being inhuman. But the twins? They had not yet found their bestial forms when they were foisted upon them. In their fear and panic one son tore the other apart. And the Æsir, horrified themselves but not enough to defy their King, picked up the pieces. Some went to Loki, the most vile and perverse of binds. Innards of his gentle son, ungently tied. Sigyn wept as she caught the poison dripping from above, knowing her sons were gone. This was all that she could do. And the rest.. The rest went with Hel. Her small hands and feet covered in mud, blood and viscera as she was walked into the dark. Hand in hand with one brother. Alongside pieces of another. How desperately she had wailed. Her hands getting filthier as she clawed at the pieces of a boy she no longer recognised when they had left her there. Váli sounded not like himself. Like some kind of banshee. If he were not already a ghost he would have torn his throat apart from the inside. Hel certainly did. Left there alone in the dark, the cold. The only living thing in all the underworld. By the time the tears and screaming and desperate pleas subsided, Hel found that she was unable to speak. And did not gain that ability back until she was fully grown and far too old for her young age.

Goosebumps speckled her near-translucent skin as she focused on her breath. Focused on the in and the out. Knowing that if she let herself give in she'd end up hyperventilating. Again.

How long had it been since he'd asked? A moment? An hour? She didn't know. Still couldn't bring herself to look him in the face.

She had done nothing wrong with her omission. But it felt like a lie. He had told her his whole truth and she had kept hers all to herself. Where it could do the most harm. If she shared it, opened up and let someone else carry the burden, surely the blade would become dull. No, Hel preferred when her trauma cut clean. If it is hers alone, no one else can use it against her.

But someone told him. He didn't say. Didn't have to. Hel recognised those eyes. The same on everyone who wore them regardless of colour or age or shape. The sorrow. The horror. The sympathy, for truly they have no means to empathise.

It felt like she might begin to wither beneath the weight of that look on his face.

Finally, she did manage one small, "No."

[cantdanceflynn]

Sacrificial Lamb

[maxtothemax]

hey do you guys wanna hear about how i'm making river's backstory Worse™? of course you do

okay technically it isn't backstory so much as the actual plot of On The Wing (which isn't coherent yet but i'm getting there). for context, river is 15 years old when this happens, and so is zipper.

but basically the climax of OTW is that amity (evil science lady masquerading as a benevolent do-gooder who saves hybrid kids from unethical labs) finally manufactures a decent excuse to vivisect zipper (by mildly poisoning them and then claiming it's appendicitis) (btw she wants to experiment on them bc apparently they can't die and she wants to know more about that bc she, too, cannot die). BUT ideally she'd like to have a control specimen, and guess what! river is the same type of hybrid that zipper is!

and river has known amity for half his life already and trusts her and is so super grateful to her for rescuing him from an unethical lab. so she really doesn't need to do much legwork with manufacturing a reason to do surgery on him. instead she sits him down and says "zipper is really really sick and needs a new kidney, and you're a genetic match for them. i know you don't get along with them, and of course you don't have to agree to anything you're uncomfortable with, but it would save their life." and when she puts it like that … like, clearly there's a correct decision for him to make in this situation. but she gives him a day to think about it, because of course she knows what his answer will be anyway.

and this part is a little shakier (still working out logistics) but river thinks about it for a little bit and decides that he wants to go through with it, because it's the right thing to do, so he goes to find amity so he can tell her he'll do it. he arrives outside her office and hears her talking to agent green, one of her most trusted agents, and they're talking about river. and river doesn't want to eavesdrop, but he kind of overhears something that … well, kind of implies that amity wasn't telling the whole truth to river, but she's confident that he'll agree because he's so trusting, almost to a fault. and when river hears this, he doesn't want to think that amity's taking advantage and outright lying to him, but … that's what it SOUNDS like is happening.

now river's freaked out, kinda panicking, so he does what he always does in these situations: he goes and talks to gavin. because gavin will know what to do, he'll figure it out.

buuuut the thing is. gavin, by this point in the story, has been replaced by his clone, who is completely loyal to amity. so the REAL gavin is MIA (i haven't figured out what's going on with that yet, but i'm sure it'll fit together eventually). so river isn't talking to HIS gavin, he's talking to evil!gavin. and evil!gavin says that river must have misunderstood what he heard, or not heard the full conversation, because amity is a good lady who would never want to hurt him, and evil!gavin says they should go talk to amity together and sort things out.

so river calms down, because gavin is probably right; if amity was evil, river would know it by now; he's known her for seven years, so she would've had plenty of opportunities to take advantage of his trust if she wanted to, right?

so river and evil!gavin go talk to amity, and she laughs and reassures river that she wasn't saying what he thought she was saying, but she can understand his confusion. she was just hopeful that river would agree to be a donor for zipper, and saying that he's such a good, selfless kid that he probably would, but it wasn't up to her.

river is relieved, comforted by her reassurances, and he says of course he'll do it; he wants to help. internally, he feels kind of silly for doubting her. of course there's nothing sinister going on. why would she lie to him?

when he goes under for the surgery, he's a little nervous, but he feels confident that he made the right decision.

when he wakes up, he's in a room in a part of the foundation that he doesn't recognize, and instead of the small incision he expected, there's a big, Y-shaped incision down the full length of his torso, and suddenly he's not sure what's going on at all. because why would amity lie to him?

(undecided yet whether, at this point, amity will keep up the ruse or finally admit the truth. i think both options have interesting possibilities.)

[new-revenant]

Excuse me, I want to share a cringe

Imagine a fem!denny or trans!denny? At the very least do they have a uterus? Sorry for the weird horror. ughhh

Au that the parents took the ghostly side of Denny.

Danny: yo mom remember you wanted to study my internal organs?

Maddy, confused, but like a scientist, answers very readily: yes?

Danny: *Penetrates her/his body with ghostly powers and extracts the uterus* - I'm sure I won't need it anymore

Maddy and Jack: ??????? (I want to make a joke about Danny walking in with Frostbite and his medics and just "hey man, I'm dead, which means it's time to get rid of all the trouble!"

Danny’s parents are horrified and very concerned for their child’s mental state. Danny just like :D no more periods for meeeee~

Maddie and Jack probably do have to do a little vivisection to make sure that Danny didn’t fuck anything up with their other organs.

[thespacelizard]

Vizaeth, honey, now is not the time

[watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees]

thoughts about vivisection?

i love it

so much

there is a chapter in Danse Macabre that was one of the first i ever wrote for the story back when i was like idk 15-16 (it's insane that i was s freshman in hs when i started writing it) and i rewrote it like 4 times since then but can't get it just the way i want it to go, i might actually take a look at it now that i've started thinking about it again

i specifically enjoy vivisection scenes when they're an intimate and dark exploration of whumpee and whumpers relationship that'll never be the same after it happens

but i don't shy away from reading about it in the experimental sense, where it's cold and practical, with a general disregard for the subject's life

[somerandomdudelmao]

Part 1!

..of an episode that reveals that if something looks like a space horror and sounds like a space horror, maybe it is a space horror.

Who would've guessed?~

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[iztarshi]

Febuwhump - forced to watch

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Warning: vivsection

You are not very good at meditation.

You are meant to stay still and not think and you are very very bad at both those things - although lots of people would probably argue the second. Donnie would say your head is empty all the time, so meditation should be easy, but your head has never been empty. It has too many thoughts they just cancel each other out.

Or they do this, ramble around your head in an attempt to eclipse a Big Thought with lots of little ones because the Big Thought is too much, even if you know it even if this is why you’re doing this.

Deep breath.

Meditation.

Ninja Mind Meld.

Raph has been gone for two months.

Deep breath.

You were the ones who mind melded on that train, if you can just be calm, if you can just reach out. He’s out there somewhere. Donnie’s hacking into every camera in New York, Mikey’s stirring his hands through the fabric of the universe, you can do this.

You can try.

Raph engulfs you. Spiky-light-flame-shield-solid-brother-warmth. It’s like drowning and you want to drown, want to sink into a presence you’ve been missing like breathing. Raph clutches you, drags you down until you blink and you’re seeing nothing but painfully bright light. Blink again and you’re seeing white walls, a floor with a drain in it, a figure in a white coat and you can’t look away from their hands to see anything else about them. Those hands are holding a circular saw.

Raph. Raphraphraph.

Leo?

I’m here, where are you? Tell me, I’ll make a potal. You don’t have much time, do you? We’ve got to move.

I don’t know.

You wriggle, you try to reach for your sword but you can’t even reach for your body. Raph’s clutching you, holding you down. His voice is so hollow, hazy and distant.

Don’t leave me alone.

You go still. Would you leave if you could? You can’t. Raph is stronger than you. He always has been. You need to get back, tell Donnie that Raph’s in a lab, try to open a portal with the view of the room you’ve had. Something. Anything.

The circular saw is placed against Raph’s plastron. You feel his arms straining against the straps. You feel the first cut, the way it sears as it cuts through keratin and nerve and bone and flesh.

You feel nothing as Raph’s ninpo curls around you, hides you away from the pain even as he clutches you like a teddy bear.

Raph screams and hisses, raw, animal noises of reptile and ape terror. You can’t cover your ears. You can’t look away. It seems to go on for so long, for hours, for days.

Those hands put the circular saw down and push on the edges of the cut out rectangle of plastron. Fingers wedge underneath and Raph keens and they lift the plate of bone and keratin away.

There’a a voice, saying something.

There’s the sound of wheels, a rack being pulled over, just a bar with a hook on the end. Then those hands, you hate those hands, start lifting out Raph’s intestines and looping them over rack. They wriggle. They writhe.

ohgodohgodohgod Raph, please, let me go, I can’t

Leo? Even Raph’s mental voice is hoarse, he sounds as if he’s been screaming for days.

I’m here, I’m here, I’m sorry, I’m right here.

Those hands are inside Raph now. Are they going to lift out his stomach, his liver, his heart? They can’t, right? They wouldn’t… if they wanted an autopsy they would have killed him first. Right? They wouldn’t make him suffer like this just because they couldn’t be bothered to put a bolt through his brain.

You imagine that, a bolt through his brain, and wish you hadn’t thought it. You wish you had a body to throw up with.

Raph, don’t die, please don’t die, I’ll tell Donnie, I’ll tell Mikey, I’ll make a portal, somehow seeing this room will be enough, I’ll make a portal, this won’t happen to you again, we’ll find you, just don’t die, don’t die, don’t die

They take slices from different organs. Calm, unhurried. You think the word might be biopsy.

There is blood running down the drain, there is an IV in Raph’s arm, but there is so much blood.

The hands retreat, set their instruments aside, and put the rectangle of plastron back in place.

There is the ker-chunk ker-chunk of a stapler.

You’re not dead. Your own voice sounds wispy, wondering.

You feel Raph trying to rouse himself. Sorry. I…

He unwraps from you and you feel cold, out in the dark of… of ninja mind space by yourself. Despite everything you nearly dive back into his ninpo like diving into his arms.

You wake up.

You throw up.

You scream for Donnie and Mikey.

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #128 part 1

Danny wasn’t sure what exactly happened, but one moment he was hiding out in an alley trying his best to wrap the bandages around his torso and the next he found himself in front of a clown. His thoughts began to blur further as he began to panic. His first instinct was to tighten his fists and move into a defensive position but when he tightened his fist something happened. The clown that had been right in front of them was there and then he wasn’t. The gun he was sure he wasn’t holding before fired and sent the clown away from Danny.

Shock began to set in as he looked down on what he had done. Everything had moved so fast he couldn’t even comprehend it, he didn’t even get a good look at the one he so swiftly ended. The force of the gun caused him to fall back, breathing heavily he stared at the gun before quickly setting it down on the ground making sure the safety was on, he wasn’t risking another death. With the weapon safely placed on the ground he finally decided to take in some of his surroundings.

His soulmate was wearing a helmet and what looked to be some armor, they were in a warehouse of some sort. Danny had forgotten what it felt like to be human and he’d pay a lot more attention if the panic from murder wasn’t setting in. The clown wasn’t moving, they layed there a heap on the floor… Danny really murdered someone. Okay, he could deal with this. 

…

Who was he kidding what the hell was he supposed to do? It was then that he saw movement from the corner of his eyes and he truly knew he was fucked. Someone was right by his soulmate while he had his gun pointed at the clown, did his soulmate want the clown dead? His mind was still racing incoherently as he tried to piece together what exactly just happened. 

A minute passed  or what felt like one, Danny swore Clockwork messed with his sense of time sometimes. He slowly raised his hands after he realized the other wasn’t going to speak, he slowly turned to see the absolute worst person to help in this scenario. 

Batman, Danny was pretty sure he was fucked. He was so entirely fucked and it was then that he realized how truly he messed up. His head snapped back over to the clown and yep that’s the Joker, oh he just killed the Joker in front of Batman in his soulmate's body. Did that mean his soulmate knew Batman? Danny was absolutely stunned into silence, he had nothing he could say, who knew his soulmate would have a life probably just as messed up as his.

“Jason…” Batman’s gravelly voice broke Danny out of his thoughts, oh his soulmate's name was Jason.

Danny who finally finds his voice says, “My soulmate's name is Jason?” The voice modulator startled him and it was then that all hell broke loose.

Voices started crackling into his ear with several different people starting to speak at once.

“Did he just say soulmate?”

“Jason this better not be a prank”

“Wait, who pulled the trigger?? I heard that gunshot”

“Enough, keep coms clear” Batman commanded and everything went silent he then turned to address Danny, “come with me, we’ll need to find Jason so you and him will be alone to switch back. We’ll talk about that after.” He didn’t motion with his hands or jerk his head or anything but Danny knew exactly what he meant. 

He swallowed harshly and then followed. 

—————

Jason found himself no longer holding his guns, no longer in front of the damn clown, and his armor and helmet were gone. He was wearing clothes closer to rags than street clothes and his entire body seemed to ache. This must have been his soulmate's body and they were having a way worse time than Jason was at the moment. There seemed to be hastily done bandages around his waist and he honestly felt like he’d been hit by a truck. He was in an alley thankfully although that also meant he triggered the switch. Everyone knew when you got close enough to your soulmate you switched bodies.

Jason had to get to the closest safe house and hopefully he could do some proper first aid on his soulmate. He stumbled to get on his feet and began to make his way out of the alley. 

Im going to update the original post as the master post and you’ll be able to find all future parts there.

Master Post:

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[helreginn]

She let a little breath out through her nose, an almost laugh. "Okay, homework is bullshit though. Of course I am more important." She leaned back enough that he was not in her arms but not at a distance either.

Her head turned to Jorm once again and she shook it at him, "Don't." she pleadingly whispered and her eyes immediately filled with tears. "I can't.. Jorm." Her breath hitched and she slowly stepped back from both men altogether. Heavy breathing was about all that was keeping her from falling into a pile of heaving sobs. She knew it was time sit so she dropped herself down on the floor.

"I can't bring that back. I can't have that conversation. I.." she exhaled and it was fairly obvious the hurt was never the problem. It hadn't been what made her crumple. Her every ounce of exposed skin was covered in goosebumps. On her hands and neck and face. "I keep telling you! All of you! I cannot bare it."

Her hands trembled as she remembered the blood. Their blood as she dug through the pieces of them, trying to find a thread or.. an ember that she might use to piece them back together.

Her arms and knees muddied and gross as she - a child, the youngest of her kin - wept and tried desperately to pull the pieces of them into their true shape. She knew she was supposed to have that gift at some point. It was only a matter of when.

And devastatingly the answer was not then.

Felet let Hel heal the last of his already very minor injuries without complaint, if it helped make his mother feel better it was worth it. “There’s a lot of things that I shouldn’t have to do, like homework, that I do. And you are more important than any of them to me.”

Jörmungandr sighed, also thinking of the twins. Of their loss. How it had broken his family, destroyed their sense of peace. It should never have happened…

“Hel. Felet is not the twins. I…I couldn’t save them but I will not let anyone else take him from you. I promise.”