#cw mentions of burns

[calic0o]

Rambling about Ghost Roach n Soap again gET YOUR ASSES HERE !!?!!!!

(Both Ghost and Roach gets out alive from the betrayal!)

Cw// Uhh Mentions of burns! burning alive ! scars! and a tad of emotional hurt . i think. a tiny tad . (im lying! )

Roach and Ghost sleeps together. It’s not out of love or lust, no. Not at start at least.

There are, things others don’t understand. Ghost loves Soap, with all he has. But he just doesn’t understand it.

He doesn’t understand how Simon felt when they were betrayed by Shepherd, he doesn’t understand how it felt to be burned alive.

He tries, he really does. But Simon doesn’t want his pity. He sees the way Johnny’s eyes glaze on the burnt parts of his body in the showers, changing rooms, when they are fucking. It ticks him off. Makes him feel like a fool.

He knows it’s not the case, he knows Soap feels a deep regret for not understanding the betrayal sooner, not being able to save them from it. But oh how it ticks him off.

Roach, on the other hand, understands it. He was there with him.

They burned together.

Roach doesn’t look at him with that, weird eyes when he sees him naked, he doesn’t feel afraid of touching the burnt flesh on his body.

Maybe it’s because he had it worse with burns, but it’s still good. It feels good to feel his grip on the burnt and healed parts on his body, not afraid of touching, afraid of hurting him.

He understands, when they cry in the middle of it, he understands.

They understand each other.

The doom feeling, the overwhelming emotions and shared trauma is what bonds them together.

They burned together.

Thats what links them together, what makes them knock on each others doors in the middle of the night.

[askcometcare]

Sly is available for questions!

[howlsofbloodhounds]

taking a deep breathe and trying to let the rage leave my body when I see killer being portrayed as obsessed with dust for some reason

gritting my teeth when killer is yet again portrayed as a sex maniac in driller and killermare for some unknown fucking reason

rolling my eyes when killer is portrayed as jealous of cross for nightmares attention for some fucking reason

[chopsyn]

There is a knot in your stomach, it is obvious and physical. You feel a procession lining in your throat as the blind woman plays tambourine in your ventricles. Cold water floods the pathway to your heart as the oak in your brain pops and crackles with each stinging pang of death looming in the doorway in the doorway in the doorway in the doorway in the doorway.. . .

[dedfly]

Destruction of the Beast

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Ballister got beat up so many times in that movie, poor man

Like-- getting your arm chopped off then falling through a floor, I'd consider that pretty beat up. The incident at the Institute where Todd and his guys beat him up and you hear his agonized SCREAM off-camera, the end where Todd and his guys beat him up so badly he's slipping in and out of consciousness. And like, not to state the obvious, but beating is a pretty agonizing thing to experience. Like I feel like in most media it gets played down in favor of more ✨dramatically agonizing✨ things like burning, drowning, stabbing etc. but let's not forget beating is a very commonly used method of torture

Anyway point is, that man has so much trauma. I imagine he couldn't be touched with anything but the gentlest contact for ages, even from Ambrosius. I can imagine the panic he'd feel if even his hand or arm was grabbed too quickly or too tightly. I imagine how Ambrosius would be so, so, so gentle and patient and would be so incredibly proud once Ballister got back to his rough-housy self

[mofsblog]

Uh oh, I got reminded TFGraves exist and I'm mentally ill and going to make it YOUR problem!! (Translation: I'm going to gosh about them)

They just mean so much to me? And they just feel soo?? Special?? And unique on a meta level as well? It's already one thing that they are a canonised mlm pairing because historically those ones tend to be more controversial because it tends to make cishet dudes (aka leagues main demographic) more uncomfortable because cant fetishise it (also yes they're not Technically "together" but idc its explicitly canon they have feelings for eachother). It's another that both are surprisingly developed and nuanced charaters (could go on for hours about how theyre both self destructive and have abandonment issues and repress their feelings in very different ways) that are morally ambiguous and have a complex and multifaceted relationship with eachother and yeah i know league lore is subject to retcons and having differet writers but idk. i think its impressive we got two nuanced developed queer male characters WITH A COMPLICATED AND DEVELOPED RELATIONSHIP WITH EACHOTHER in a game known for its bigotted player base. Another thing i fucking love about this ship is how the riot writers were like "what if we subverted some tropes and made the more flamboyant one implied pan and we made the traditionally masculine one, who highkey has toxic masculinity, gay". BUT ALSO HIS TOXIC MASCULINITY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HIS QUEERNESS. like yes he cant express his feelings directly to save his life but the fact he's a gay man is completely not relevant to that and he's canonically had a bunch of ex boyfriends and is canonically a monsterfucker/hj. I'm not over how they took a pretty cishet masculine thing and made queer. Like the rough outlaw who hates talking about his feelings and is out for violent revenge on those who've wronged him..... except the guy who's "wronged" him is actually his best friend who he has mutual feelings for and also he fucks men. IDK THAT MAKES ME HAPPY. im insane.

moving on to other thing i like about them is that the sheer range this ship has??? Like yes there's gut wrenching fucked up dynamic that drives you crazy as you pyschoanalyse and unpack the layers of all of THAT. "that" being the fact a man thought he got abandoned by his best friend and got tortured and isolated in prison for 10 years and during those 10 years the only thing that kept him from killing himself was the sheer rage and want for vengence (towards someone he probably had repressed romantic feelings for) AND THEN WHEN HE GOT THE CHANCE TO KILL HIM, HE COULDNT BRING HIMSELF TO DO IT 💀 (im literally never going to be normal about that) and during those 10 years the other man actually got all of their mutual friends killed in an attempt to save him and the survivors guilt fucked him up so bad its implied he failed trying to drown himself so he changed his entire name and personhood instead to isolate himself from the soul crushing guilt of it. BUT DESPITE THAT ANGST, there's a surprising amount of domesticity and comfort with this ship??? No like you'd think these two would be friends to enemies to lovers BUT NO, theyre actually friends to enemies to friends to friends who are fucking pinning for eachother like crazy. Despite the angsty dynamic these two also have the best friends who have known eachother for ages and who everyone think is dating but both are oblivious or dont believe the other feels the same BUT THEY ALSO HAVE opposites attract bickering marriage couple who constantly tease and banter with eachother. like the range is crazy

No but I feel like something that makes me emotional about this is that they tried to kill eachother and badly hurt eachother unintentionally but like, instead of being homophobic about it and making them just hate eachother forever and never reconcicle (which like those ships are amazing and valid and also thats literally another league ship/hj), the writers made them make up???? AND LIKE? HEAL? KINDA? Like no they havent worked through everything and no neither of them like talking about their feelings but they're "partners" again and they have this really domestic understanding of eachother and theyre managing and theyre bantering like they used to and theyre literally so comfortable around eachother and look, graves isnt tormented by his time in prison as much anymore and hes just a genuinely goofy criminal dumbass who robs people and cracks jokes that irriate his partner AND IDK ITS SO DOMESTIC AND FUNNY? BUT IT DOESNT FEEL OUT OF CHARACTER. THESE TWO JUST ARE IN A GOOD PLACE DESPITE EVERYTHING AND IDK THAT MAKES ME HAPPY???? why did league of legends make compelling queer ship

[luck-of-the-drawings]

FOR A BEAT OF HEART, THE BREATH IS SHOT. AND WITHIN A BREATH, THE HEART IS CAUGHT. THE PIPES ARE BURSTING, UNDER GREAT STRESS, BOLTS TORN ASUNDER, MAKING A MESS. A FINAL COUGH, A FINAL RETCH, A GOREY SLOUGH, CLAIMED BY WRETCH.

[harbingersecho]

grif's surgery but just a little more... obvious?

I actually rly rly ADORE frankengrif but I don't have an in-show reason why he'd have extensive long-term allogeneic skingrafts on his face 😔

[skele-bunny]

Purrs. (CW)

CW: Mild description of burns, death, and spine breakage

Characters: Dewdrop, (minor) Aether, (minor) Special

A little gift for @chapel-of-rizztual based on this ask. It's short but I feel like short is perfect for it 👉👈 Divider by the lovely @wrathofrats !

Read it under the cut or on AO3!

The rhythmic sound of beeping, the occasional hiss of an oxygen tank, and that dreaded alarm that went off if Dew even dared to think about lifting his arm was driving the newly fire ghoul insane.

Eyes scanned over the white walls with an equally white ceiling, and even more disgustingly white floor. It was nauseating to see nothing but white, the only form of color coming from his body and the machinery around. Special had rolled a TV in for Dew once he woke up, carefully whispering when he'd turn it on, keeping the volume low. Dewdrop always loved stupid human game shows, seeing their ridiculous reactions to answers, always with his pack and shouting answers. But even now, he hates it. He hated everything.

Looking down at his body, Dew whined as his hands shook for no reason in particular, if he ignored the third degree burns and severe trauma his whole body went through. Dying twice and one being his spine snapping should've counted as a reason to shake. He flexed his fingers as they began to tingle, looking over to his side and seeing the flash of his morphine administrator, signifying it was dispensing. He squeezed his eyes shut as there was a brief period he'd feel his body again, groaning as his skin suddenly felt too dry–uncanny to his own self.

Tears rolled down Dew's charred cheeks, eyes rolling back as the pain hit him all at once. The once water ghoul sobbed, only for more pain to erupt as his throat rejected any activity, his gills desperately trying to open as he felt he couldn't breathe. He could hear the hiss of oxygen as it gave more. His shoulders began to bounce as he sobbed quietly, fingers digging into the blanket covering what was left of him.

This wasn't survivable. Dew knew eventually he'd close his eyes and wouldn't wake up. A part of him wanted that, and it only amplified when this pain came.

Dew felt like his chest hollowed as he gasped for more air, his claws kneading and releasing to try and ease himself, desperate to ground through the agony. His chest exhaled with a low rumble, Dew closed his eyes again while letting himself purr and knead for comfort he heavily craved. His own rumbles began to self-soothe, slowly rocking side-to-side as he distracted himself further. His arm got cold, and Dew's tail that had curled tight under the blanket began to release, eyes getting heavier and refusing to open anymore as he tried to look at the machine.

Laying himself back more, purrs continued until his hands came to a stop and his body welcomed the numbness for some type of rest. There was no comfort in sleep, either, left with memories of his pack. Their smiles and even Papa caressing his cheek so fondly. Then it'd terrorize him, remembering seeing faces shrouded in darkness as his elemental ritual was performed. The water he felt safe in had turned against his very existence, body being burned alive from the inside out yet drowning in his own self. The sickening crack of his own bones.

It was certain times like this he felt like a kit, alone in the depths of the pit. Left on land after his mother simply dropped him off, wailing and confused. Only surviving by the sheer pity of another pack, who only ended up throwing him out as well when he could walk on his own. Dew would let out his mewl-purrs, holding his tail as he waddled around, trying to understand where he was and what to do–being hissed and scratched at every turn. All he could do was purr.

When Dewdrop was brought topside, he thought it'd be different. This pack couldn't throw him out. He loved them with all his heart, worshiped like he was told, played like he was told, kneeled when he was told. Obedient. Yet, there were still so many nights he'd lay in his bed, purring himself to sleep as he tried breaking away from the desperate need to sob.

In reality, all Dew really had was his purrs. The one thing that never left him. It never would.

“He's having another nightmare.”

Out of Dreamland, Aether slowly caressed down Dewdrop's tear stained face with gloves on as another fell. His skin much too sensitive to risk infection, hence the absolute sterility of the room. He looked over as Special slowly undid the bandages around Dew's chest, showing the cauterized gills that laid beneath, taking forceps that held gauze as he dabbed up oozing blood.

“I'm not surprised…I’d have them, too.” Phil simply mumbled, distressed to see his friend in the state he was.

Aether looked over, hand never leaving Dew. “You were in there, weren't you?”

Special grimaced before sighing, moving to replace the gauze. “I was…I… I don't want to talk about it, not right now, Aeth.”

The quintessence just nodded, looking back over at his packmate, moving some of his hair back. Aether and Dew hadn't known each other for that long, yet they had a connection like no other. He leaned over and placed a kiss on his mate's forehead, ears perking up as purring bubbled from Dewdrop's chest. He laughed some, looking at the heart monitor to see he had calmed down.

“There you go…I'm right here, firefly. I'm never leaving…”

While Dewdrop believed his purrs were the only permanent thing in his life, the ghoul that continued stroking his face proved otherwise.

[calic0o]

HAIIIII HELLOOO im thinking about. Ghoap grieving over Roach. After. Yk. the events. but. got me a little twist to it. :3

Cw// Grieving (?), Mentions of burning alive, Lots of pain. Mcd (or is it.)

Whenever he thinks about Roach, which is a lot. Ghost feels himself burning in that pit once again, crawling out, rolling on the ground in pain to put the flames out. Pain fueled tears downing his eyes.

He remembers looking at Roach’s burning body, yelling at him to get up, get out, roll. He remembers the sounds of Roach’s equipment cracking.

Whenever he thinks about Roach, which is a lot. Soap remembers screaming into his transmitter. Yelling them not to trust Shepherd, his heart squeezing, head pounding from the stress. The doom feeling.

All confirming when Price says ‘They are dead.’

How it felt like a ton of ice water just got dumped over him.

Then, he remembers how it felt when he got the information about Ghost being alive and rescued. He was happy, oh so happy. But, what about Roach ? What happened to him ?

Then, another question comes in. If he is not there, where was his body ?

Ghost remembers passing out, looking at Roach’s burning body. He remembers waking up in a hospital, not able to talk about what happened.

But nonetheless, he was shocked to learn Roach’s body was missing.

They didn’t dwell on it, they couldn’t. They wanted to grieve, they needed time. They couldn’t stress over it yet.

They got a tombstone made for him, left flowers there. Both added Roach’s dogtag next to their own. And shut up about it. Grieving in silence.

Roach, remembers waking up. In pain, oh so much pain. Tears rolling down his eyes, dripping on the bed he’s laying on. Looking around in pain filled panic, trying to figure out where he is, where is Ghost.

Then he hears the door cracking open, getting eye to eye with Makarov.

[askcometcare]

[whenthewallfell]

first of all, I’m so obsessed with everything you draw omgggg ♥️♥️♥️♥️ and second, totally random question: when you’re drawing scars, like in your most recent drawing, do you think about/create the backstory behind the placement and type? I’m so intrigued by the process artists have and your use of detail is always so peak, I thought I’d ask

Omg thank you!! I tend to obsess over the details so it's awesome hearing they're appreciated <3 And yep, the scars are laid out based on how I think they were exposed to the bombs/fire at the end of MJ. To me, the way it's written implies that Peeta tried pull Katniss out of the fire or shield her from the flames - he was meant to be further back but somehow ended up covered in burns too even though there's no mention of anyone else having them, and I don't think that's for nothin'.

So with that in mind:

Katniss has a big one running up her back and along her neck where she was lying on the ground and kind of fused a bit with her clothes, but the majority of her scars are pretty delicate looking where the fire couldn't get a proper hold on her. There's a type of scarring called contracture where the skin puckers and creates these beautiful patterns that almost look like flames. They're lighter than the surrounding skin, which I thought would create a nice contrast, and also tend to reduce mobility (something about it fitting into the whole depression lethargy thing idk it makes sense in my head). She also has a lightning scar running up the inside of her bow arm from Catching Fire, I've just not drawn anything where it's visible yet.

Peeta's scars are focused mainly around his back and arms where he was trying to cover her - you can also see a bit of it in the post-Mockingjay prosthetic concept design where he's got extra scarring around the back of his leg. His are based more on hypertrophic scarring, with raised bumps and darker discolouration from prolonged contact with the fire. They can look gnarly but they're actually quite soft and don't impede movement as much as contractures. He also has a lightning scar from when he bounced off the forcefield on his chest, by his heart.

Thanks for taking an interest and letting me natter on, hopefully this wasn't too gory/off-putting to read through

[spidersins]

𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉

friendly reminder that my angel has not ever been fully clean since arriving in hell !! even whilst at the hotel ( i would like to point out the fact that vaggie also mentions his drug stashes in episode 5 and that they've yet to find them all, implying he is not clean by that point ) , charlie is grossly underprepared for what that would entail. at best with her support he's managed up to four days without taking anything.

note: no slander to charlie, i adore her, but i do believe her mentality would be to just 'stop taking them all so they're all out of your system all at once!'. this is the worst choice, and angel spends days in his room, having seizures, vomiting, insomnia, panic attacks, hallucinations, nausea & general irritability and anger that is directed towards charlie and the rest of the hotel along with directing it at himself for being too weak to handle this.

however, following the events of episode 4, husk steps in to try and help his new friend with sobriety, and, unlike charlie, suggests he stops one, or two at a push, helping angel choose which drugs he could manage without first easier. these were primarily the 'party drugs' like lsd, which is why when cherri offered some and angel hesitated husk was quick to comment.

with husk's support he manages to reach day 7 ( and a half, he count's that half proudly because that night was hell ) before relapsing, as it was a morning he ended up at the studio and he was offered it and couldn't stand the thought of trying to shoot with withdrawals.

all of this does not include valentino's smoke, as it is something he cannot control his consumption of, but throughout these more sober moments angel actively avoids val in order to stay as far away from his smoke as possible.

[advertisesouls]

[ @praeteritus-memories || plotted starter! ]

They say that soulmates can sense when their other half is no longer a part of this world.

Perhaps that's why, as she was preparing yet another delicious meal for them (with a special portion of their latest victim mixed in for good measure), all she could feel is a suffocating grip around her heart that causes the plate in her hand to drop and shatter to the floor beneath her and her knees to give out from underneath her. Dread shortly sets in as well, wrapping around her tightly like an unwelcome embrace from her worst enemy. This is something that she hasn't experienced at all, and for all of these emotions to be surging forth at once is completely overwhelming, almost to the point where she can barely even think.

No, this couldn't be it, could it—? Had their luck finally run out...?

What other explanation could there possibly be, though? Alastor hadn't returned home when he said he would, and while she assumed he'd be home soon, it's never been like this.

Hesitantly, and uncaring for the ceramic shards, she crawled over to the nearest window just to glimpse out of it. In the distance, she could see flashes of light peek out from the trees along with the sounds of dogs barking in the distance.

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck—

Scrambling back up to her feet, she dashes over to Alastor's gun cabinet to retrieve a shotgun and—

The last thing she remembers is after telling Alastor that she loved him that she'd see his murderers in Hell, then she pulled the trigger, and...

And then there was nothing for a long time. Had she somehow entered the cycle of reincarnation, even with her list of horrific deeds behind her? (That was something she would laugh at, especially since she knew her soul was too far gone already.)

Maybe that's why her head feels like it's been filled with rocks and her body weighed with lead. A single crimson iris opens to a sky painted blood red and that's when both of her eyes shoot open and she sits up, though her weight feels... off somehow. Her back's aching, almost as if it's on fire until she reaches behind her, talons brushing against her feathers and it's then that all too familiar feeling of dread starts to set in again.

Hurriedly getting to her feet, even with stumbling a few times due to needing to get used to the fact that overall weight and physiology has changed considerably, she races over to the nearest reflective surface—a destroyed storefront's glass window to look herself over. What was once long raven hair, round hazel hues, and beige-colored skin has now changed into a deep scarlet overall along with oranges and yellows mixed within, akin to that of the legendary phoenix from the myths she'd hear as a child. Along with that is a set of haunting ruby irises, devoid of pupils.

Just... just what is she? Was this the Hell she knew she was destined for all along?

But then, as much as they teased the other about it, where is Alastor? Is he here, too? Or, if in a cruel twist of fate, was he the one sent to Heaven while she languished in Hell?

The Gods, if she even still believed in them at this point, would be that cruel to do that.

Though, it's not like she can ruminate any further on that as she can hear the sound of something behind her, which causes her to clumsily grab at a snapped pole, itself clattering to the ground beneath her as she's not used to her talons quite yet.

Well, shit. Maybe she can run—? (Oh, and make herself look like a fool in the process, too, what with needing to support herself against the wall right now.)

Either way, whatever kind of hell this was, she could still fight to live another day, and as she pushes off the wall, she nearly trips over her own feet before trying to run to whatever resembled safety.

...That is if there is any safety to be had in a place like this.

[habitual-creatures]

*DISC0RD hops into the nest, splooting between Observer/Kevin and Frost*

~CHA0TICALLY, DISC0RD/🕕

like i said, xia 'n me were planning jo's demise for days. also, don't think a mere flesh wound will keep her down for long ;)

More warm...! Yay...