#cw stitches

[planet-uranie]

cw: some blood, exposed bone, stitching

guess whos back on their bullshit? ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

at some point the goal is to draw a bit of each group (gotta redo my pomefire ones since they felt a bit rough ( ;꒳;) but for now we take baby steps towards it since i wanna draw fanart of like twst ocs too ive got my eyes on a grumpy pomefiore fish and an azul-hating rock and other aus too •ᴗ•

i figured with trey making him slightly off color would make sense since he could reasonably go out amongst the people (never mind his height and build lol) (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

but for cater trying to depict the "basics of a face but not seeing any details" made me think about how thatd look (○´―`)ゞso i figured caterd probs find a way to hide his face in a way that while you can see features from different angles, like the side and such, hed find a way to hide it as much as he could

monster au for twst by @lustlovehart (prologue chapter here and full monster list here) ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) (also meant to say something between now and then but holy shit that lil brain rot blurb was just so gooood ahhhhh and thank you for all the inspo and writing you dooooo ヾ(´⌣`)ノ)

[magic-worms]

opening pages of a tf2 comic i’m working on; 1-2 of 14

take these as another (more substantial) teaser! i’ll be very excited to share the full comic whenever i manage to finish it

[kesobun]

saw x mp100. part 1

[abbeyofcyn]

Messy doodles

[wispforever]

same village

[calvogostoso]

Frankenludwig doodles for spooky month

[nurtleteckk]

comic about how Odozeir's daughter keeps coming in to chat with the Wreatures that her father is researching

[stories-and-chaos]

Shrike: New Neighbor

[Hazbin Hotel reader insert as Alastor’s “darling life and death partner” Ace x ace relationship, both parties are moderately sex favorable.]

[Word count 1210 Cw: blood, foul language]

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Even while recovering, Alastor had to be dramatic. So when he dropped you both into the group in front of the rebuilt hotel, his joining the song and grand gestures did not surprise you. What did was Charlie suddenly hugging him and Alastor allowing her.

The princess was stronger than she knew. Alastor was more stubborn than anyone but you realized. So even though his theatrics and her squeeze tore some stitches, he refused to show it. The benefit of entirely red clothing was that a bit of blood wasn’t noticeable.

As soon as you could manage, you insisted the pair of you look over your new suite. Walking to the top floor would have been a struggle and you weren’t up to flying again yet. Fortunately the new building had elevators installed.

Alastor had recreated his broadcast studio on a corner penthouse level and naturally had claimed the closest rooms for you both. He hadn’t recreated the bayou yet, but there were more pressing concerns. Namely redoing his stitches.

Once in the room you ordered, “Sit down Alastor.” You didn’t let him argue as you removed his jacket and shirt. The bandages wrapped around his torso had absorbed most of the blood but now they definitely needed replacing. “Zut alors, you just had to overdo it out there.”

You brought out both a last aid kit and your sewing kit. As you gathered up towels, warm water and disinfectant, you continued to vent. “I know you like to cultivate an air of invulnerability, cher, but that was too much.” Returning to his side you started unwinding the bandages. “Granted you didn’t expect Charlie to hug you like that, but all that flailing about did not help.”

His hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. “That’s enough,” he growled hoarsely. His antlers were starting to grow in anger but he didn’t put any pressure on your wrist.

“No Alastor, it’s not,” you replied firmly. You didn’t pull your hand away but you did turn his head to face you. You locked eyes with your husband, staring straight into the radio dials. “If you get hurt, I’m the one that patches you up. If you get hurt doing something stupid, I’m still the one patching you up, but I’m allowed to be angry about it.”

He huffed and released your wrist. You continued unwrapping and cleaning that gash across his chest. “I don’t want to be stitching you back up constantly because you’re pretending to be invincible.” You might have said more but a voice at the door interrupted.

“Lover’s quarrel? You really should close the door if you’re going to do that.”

“Fuck!” you screeched, reflexively launching a stiletto at the voice.

“Whoa!” The figure blinked away in a burst of sparks, popping back into existence next to you. The blade thudded into the hallway.

“Careful there!” Lucifer admonished. “We just built these floors.”

You hissed at the fallen angel. “I wouldn’t have to be careful if someone wasn’t eavesdropping.”

He just smiled as you returned to focusing on Alastor. “Someone wouldn’t be eavesdropping if someone else had closed their door properly.” He leaned down to look at the wound you were starting to stitch together again. “Oof, that from when Adam swung at you? You took quite a hit there buddy.”

Alastor glared at him furiously. “GET. OUT,” he snarled, his ever present smile straining in his anger.

As much as you agreed with him, what Lucifer said made you start. “How did you know Adam hit him? The only ones that saw the fight were the exorcists and me.” Some of your flock might have seen it, but they were rather occupied.

“I was watching the whole time,” he replied blithely. With a snap, he produced an ornate set of opera glasses on an elegant handle. “Had to keep an eye on my little girl in case she needed help.”

“You were just watching?!” You and Alastor yelled together. If he had shown up before the angels arrived, he could have handled everything.

“Yup! Charlie didn’t ask me to join the fight, so I wanted to give her the chance to take care of it.” He paused. “I do feel bad about the snake guy, though. Oh, and that you two got banged up by that douchebag.”

You hissed again, feeling your feathers turn metallic. Still, you turned back to the curved needle in your hand. Alastor’s claws dug into the chair; you couldn’t be sure of it was from anger or the feeling of needle and thread sliding through his skin. Probably both.

“GET OUT,” he repeated, now looking like he’d enjoy tearing Lucifer’s throat out if he wasn’t stuck in place.

“And leave my new neighbors in their time of need?” He shook his head mockingly. “Charlie would never let me hear the end of it.”

You did your best to focus and finish quickly. “Got it back together, cher.” His grip on the chair didn’t ease up. He really is a terrible patient, you thought as you placed a gauze pad on the gash. You reached for a roll of bandages, only to find Lucifer holding it out to you.

Annoyed, you grabbed it with a quiet “merci.” Winding the bandage around Alastor to keep the pad in place, you could feel Lucifer’s gaze on your back. Your husband was getting more and more irritated as the king of Hell kept watching you.

Then, as you finished securing the bandage: “You’re gonna need a splint on that wing.” You blinked in confusion. Alastor was similarly surprised at Lucifer’s statement.

“Never had a wing injury before?” he prodded. You shook your head. “You’re one lucky gal.” He clapped his hands and a small pile of supplies appeared. “It’s got to be stabilized. And no attempts to fly until it’s fully healed if you want it back to normal.” He gestured for Alastor to get up, not caring at all that he was ordering the Radio Demon around. Of course he didn’t, he ruled over all of Hell. He outranked every Sinner, Overlord or not.

With permission, he examined your wing. “Alright deerboy, I’ll show you what to do so you can take care of your missus.” That did seem to calm Alastor down a bit and he begrudgingly let Lucifer demonstrate. Shortly, your wing was braced by thin rods and bandages. “Remember, no flying at all.”

You grumbled, only for Alastor to lean down (slowly, taking his wound into account) and say with exaggerated sweetness, “I’ll be patching you up, cher. And if I have to resplint your wing because you did something stupid, then I’m allowed to be angry, yes?”

Dammit, you thought to yourself. Aloud you said, “Fair enough,” with equal sarcastic sweetness.

Satisfied, Lucifer grabbed his apple topped cane with a twirl. “I’m making pancakes if you two want any.” He sauntered out, humming contentedly.

You sighed gustily. “Let’s get you a new shirt, darling.” As you helped Alastor button up the bright red shirt, he realized something.

“He said ‘new neighbors,’” he stated, the static disappearing from his voice. You both stopped dead, processing what that meant. Meeting each other’s eyes, there was only one thing to say, in unison again.

“Ffffuck!”

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Taglist: @whitewolfsoldat @edgyboi10000 @ch3sire-blu3 @clearly-awkward @badatpunz @bengewatch @chewbrry

[yourfavesaysfag]

chucky from child’s play

Chucky from the Child's Play franchise says fag!

[thewandererh]

The Iambic Pentameter

HEART, MIND, AND SOUL. ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU “WHOLE.”

a story originally created with a friend when we both discovered chonny jash together, featuring the iterator-ifications of Chonny Jash’s characters as HeaRT, MiND, and SoUL. instead of working together like a functional group in one can, HeaRT and MiND’s endless spiteful quarreling drives SoUL to desperation. they don’t know why they were made, how, or what their purpose is, but this loop of reckless vengeance won’t get them anywhere. something needs to change. but will getting opposites to understand eachother even possible?

{ HeaRT. You’re a brat. }

( I’m not the one who’s a brat here. We both know who that is. )

{ Do you think you can win? Do you think you can possibly hurt him? I’ve seen it. You can’t. So just stop. }

( He started it! He always starts it!! )

{ Then where will it lead? Another hissy fit? Another staring contest? Aren’t you all grown up now? }

( It’ll teach him a lesson. I’m going to break him open. )

{ Is it a competition of hate for you? Who can one-up eachother? It’s pointless, HeaRT! Why don’t you see that?? }

( He doesn’t see the use of what I feel, SoUL! What you feel! He doesn’t get it!! )

( He doesn’t see the use of emotions! Morals! Empathy! He doesn’t understand! )

{ He doesn’t understand your petty spite is what it is. }

( By the void, SoUL!! You don’t get it either! )

( I’ll teach you both a lesson then. Just watch me. )

1 : prelude of the apogee

2 : thesis statement

3 : microglia phagocytosis

[nurtleteckk]

colored him in now :3

i have decreed that his name is Palabran. he is my little scrappy little shrimp wayne and i love him

[cryo-and-condescension]

Janus had posted this an hour ago, a small snippet of the horror movie he was featured in, playing the role of a dead boy who requires the help of a group of teenagers to put him to rest.

The story goes as follows: the group of teenagers follow the ghost's instructions and go to the location of his body, where his body parts are scattered around the location. The group has to stitch the body back up and bury it properly for the ghost to pass on. However, things don't go as planned and the group begins to dwindle one by one.

At the end of the movie, the lead of the movie finds that his friends had been stitched up into one amalgamation of parts from all of the bodies except for a head. That's when the ghost comes out to kill him and use his head to complete the body.

It was horribly gruesome, but Janus loved playing in horror movies. It was a bit weird, he supposed, but he was good at it.

[meet-the-net]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭.

"I cannot feel my legs."

"𝐀𝐜𝐡, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡."

He is complete!

Medic admires his patient subject, a re-made man(n). A person fit for the upcoming battles. A war machine.

Ned had some special requests for the procedure, of course. If he's gonna be mangled, he should at least be remolded to his full potential. Biweekly T-Shot appointments have been scheduled. Hooray for the goober!

[temporaltourguide]

a few art blank icons for the populace

[moridaze]

didn't have the energy to finish this

[b0vidine]

The Monster's Lament took over my brain thus so did Adam [Nobody look at me I'm in the middle of reading Frankenstein]