#branded wound

[hplonesomeart]

Would

(go to one of his theatrical broadway-wannabe concerts or perhaps a late night gameshow comedy hour sketch performance. I’m not too picky I’d be willing to pay money just to see him perform anything period)

Yea I felt like doing something silly in order to break away from the dread of finals week coming up. What can I say? I’m a professional procrastinator. But man oh man it was a good call this time around—I mean just look as this scrumptious masterpiece right here. Time well spent for sure. Genuinely I believe to have cooked with it chat /j

This is a version without the added stars by the way. And the second one is obviously just raw image reference/the original “bereal concert meme” source. I was very tempted to put Puzzles in that same exact outfit—however I decided it would be overly time consuming to make two separate versions. Maybe once finals are over I’ll be able to do that :)

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

me, bleeding all over my kitchen floor from a wound in my hand: oh my god this is just like that scene from Modern Love

[l-0-s-t-at-s-3-a]

supplies

☆*ﾟ

[irl]

everyone is horny for christ, but as soon as we start fucking the holy side wound, WE’RE the freaks

[altruistic-meme]

straight up vibrating with barely restrained excitement over doing silly little shit. life is ok sometimes.

[23sanguinity]

I was going to post about how natlans like the Olympics but if they only invited white people and then I remembered the long and very present history of racism in the Olympics and realized natlan is just the Olympics

[caktusgeuse-afterdark]

Okay so while my husband helps me work up the details for the bead fic, which needs to be PERFECT, I do have an idea for another fic but it is hella violent and hella gross, and I just hope you can all match my freak on this one.

[shockwave-art]

My beloved gal Dragonstar from my new clangen <3

[tenebrius-excellium]

I hear you want to talk about The Queen's Thief 👀?

YES PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE

THE PART WHERE

Standing in the stirrups, he called again, roaring at the top of his lungs, "Erondites!" And a bolt of lightning cracked the sky. It struck a tent in the Mede camp. Canvas blossomed into black smoke and red flame. As the tent burned, Eugenides said to the stunned Mede, "That is all the parley that happens today."

THE ROAAAAAR

IT WAS RAW AND HOARSE AND LIVID AND FULL OF AUTHORITY AND SO PERSONAL I JUST KNOW IT

THE PART WHERE HE WAS KING

[swan2swan]

Had an epiphany last night and shook out some rust today.

A few years ago, I made a Mother's Day fic (got a lot of stuff wrong, but...); this time, I've got more information, but I'll probably still get some stuff wrong.

This was all somewhat formulated last night at work, then basically pounded out today, mostly made up on the spot. Had some scrapped concepts...might come back and revise, and forgive me if anything isn't impactful enough, I wanted this done a few hours ago but had some issues...again, shaking off the rust.

Anyway. YAY, sometimes I write fanfiction!

[toastedseavegetable]

scar tissue squad rising

[painsandconfusion]

Squick-worthy things to do with skin

(tw: idk how to tw for prompt lists besides just re-stating the list but there's a lot of skin ripping, twisting, burning, and subdermal things, so I wanted to mention it)

Sandpaper. Rub.

Peel it back a little bit at a time. See how big of pieces you can get.

Cheese grater. Get some longggg strips. Like noodles.

Rub ground glass into it.

Put out cigarettes in open cuts.

Shove a prong under it.

Toothpicks. Let the splinters catch on flesh as they shove under, parallel to the surface.

Burn it until it melts and warps and drips away.

Superglue it to other parts of the body, a wall, the floor, etc. It’ll tear off.

Inject salt water under it.

Stitch cuts shut after shoving things inside. Razors, broken glass, screws, etc.

Melt hot tar onto it and rip it away. See how much skin comes up with it.

Carve the face away from the skull. Tan the skin into a mask.

De-gloving.

Tattoo gun. Acid. Make the scar pretty.

Liquid nitrogen burns.

Add suspension piercings. (Hook slipping under the skin of the back and whumpee hanging by that alone)

Piers. Pinch tight and twist until that spot rips away.

Thread a sharp wire under the skin and send electricity through it. (this one courtesy of wormwriting)

Carving whumpee’s tattoos out to make them ‘perfect’ again.

Cut parallel stripes, filet them away from the flesh underneath (still attached on both sides), then crochet it into a pretty braid straight up like it’s an early 2000’s ripped tshirt.

Visuals:

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[depravednotdeprived]

New England Metal and Hardcore Festival

[soliel-et-lune]

on mothers and other dead things (by me)

[spoonyruncible]

One of the dumbest sweetest things is that my cat is obsessed with my shoes and socks. She will sleep on them regardless of how many beds and perches she has. She will chew them (hate this). She will drag them out of the tidy spots I put them in so she can better sleep on and chew them. She will hide them in her secret nap spots like a dragon with its bed of treasure but the treasure here is foot odor.

And I am no Jackson Galaxy but I know enough about to cats to know this is her loving me. She's picked the thing that stinks the most of my scent and wrapped herself around it. Shoes are something I only wear when leaving the house to go out into the world and she has made certain they have her scent on them so everyone knows that, should they want to claim me, I have been laid claim to already

[hunnidwounds]

unseen babymoney x balenciaga