#degloving

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Failure

Summary: Written for Day 4 of Augusnippets. Set in a sci-fi/Modern AU. Mind Full AU. Hiccup fails to connect with a Skrill with dire consequences.

Warnings: Injuries, Implied child abuse and medical trauma

Rating: Mature

Words: 461

Prompts: Amputation, Degloving

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Valka, Minden

Pairing: /

Author's Notes: More flashbacks, diving into Hiccup's no-good-very-bad-time with his loving mother.

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

The Skrill just would not listen to him. It doesn’t matter the amount of “enhancers” they put in him or the gene-bending drugs they pump his body full with, she just won’t listen to him.

Hiccup has crawled into the Safety Box, a contraption built into the Skrill’s den for him to hide in whenever another attempt goes wrong. The door is metal and no matter the amount of banging and scratching, she can’t get in. Luckily, due to the thin layer of water at the box’s door, she can’t electrocute him either.

Huddled in the small box, Hiccup sobs. His hands are still wrapped around the lever he pulled to close it. He’s bathed in darkness, with bars in the door allowing slivers of light inside. Looking down, he spots his left leg.

Or what’s become of it.

His sobs grow louder and his trembling worse. Just before he got inside, the Skrill tried one last time to bite down on him and her teeth raked across his left leg. Removing his boot, but not his sock, and degloving a portion of the lower limb. The sight is horrifying, he can see a sliver of bone. It makes him want to scream and throw up at the same time.

“Mom!” He cries out, searches for the intercom. “Mom, please! I need help! Mom!”

He wants his dad.

Outside of the Skrill’s containment chamber, Valka watches from the observation deck and listens to her son’s pleas.

How many times? How many more times does she have to try to get that dragon to comply with them? She would not listen to her and neither does she want to listen to Hiccup, despite all the changes made to him. Does the dragon not realize she wants to help?

Her fists clenching, Valka feels a fury she’s well familiar with. All this work and for what? How can she save dragons if she can’t even save this one?

Next to her, a woman hesitantly turns in her seat.

“Uh, ma’am?” Minden addresses her. “Hiccup needs serious medical attention.”

Valka is quick to rush over and sees the state of his leg on the screen. There’s a camera in the Safety Box. Blood is everywhere.

“Get him out. Now!” She orders and Minden is quick to leave.

-XOXOX-

When Hiccup wakes up hours later in a hospital bed, it’s with a sick feeling to his stomach. Hospitals frighten him after the months he’s spend in his mother’s care.

He looks down on himself again, still drowsy and body heavy. But he manages to pull the blankets away, filled with fear, and notices that his injured leg is simply gone. They didn’t save it.

His strength leaving him, he drops his head back down and cries.

[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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[aspenxlabyrinth]

Augusnippets 2024 Day 4: Degloving

TW: This story contains potentially triggering content including degloving, blood loss, abuse of power, implied burning, and lasting physical disfigurement/trauma.

This story centers around an original character, Amy, and mentions her younger brother, John. Written for @augusnippets whump writing challenge.

The old woman sitting across from Amy stared her down in the dim indigo light with a face-splitting grin. On the table in between them were four items that may not have normally made Amy uncomfortable, but in the present circumstances, she felt nothing short of chilling horror at the sight of them. Square with the edge of the table was a yellow-stained parchment with all of the flourishes and intricacies of a contract… like this. To the left of the paper was a curved dagger forged from black steel set with a black wooden handle. And to the write was a bleach-white cloth and a black wooden dowel.

The contract in question was a daunting one. Just earlier that day, Amy’s younger brother, John, had been caught stealing jewelry from a storage box in a dress shop. As far as she was told, it took the authorities less than half an hour to catch him. The penalty for theft is a forced amputation of both hands, and that wasn’t something that Amy could allow. John worked in their father’s carpentry shop, he needed his hands. So, just under an hour ago, Amy had arrived at the jail to plead for mercy on her brother. And now she was staring at the alternative.

A contract for Amy to consent to taking on John’s punishment for him.

“Well, Dearie? What do you say?” the terrifying woman across from her prompted. Amy hadn’t bothered to remember her name if she’d learned it in the first place.

“I… um, yes. I agree.” Amy replied in the meekest of voices.

An ache tugged from the tips of her ring and pinkie finger through the right side of her right wrist from how intensely her hand was trembling. The old woman audibly snickered at the shaking as Amy took hold of the pen and prepared to sign the contract. She hadn’t felt so much fear before in her life, and the only thing pushing her forward was the idea that if she shied away, her brother would face the exact same fate.

“Sign carefully, make it pretty. It’s the last thing those pretty fingers will ever do,” that miserable hag taunted.

Amy gulped and did as she was told, signing carefully. It all happened so quickly after that. The cloth being tied around her wrist, the dowel being inserted underneath the knot and twisted to tighten the tourniquet, and that first agonizing, white-hot, splintering pain of that black knife pushing through her skin. A piercing shriek of torment tore through her throat, accompanied by the nauseating feeling of her own blood trickling down the sides of her forearm and pooling on the table beneath her arm. It was too hot, too sticky, and somehow still felt barely present at all.

It took too long for shock to finally kick in, and allow the remainder of that torture to pass by in a haze. The next time Amy felt fully conscious, her mind felt numb. She was leaning against her brother’s shoulder, being carried by him. She knew what the soreness in her wrists was from, and she knew better to look. There was no chance the bloodied and cauterized sight would be anything less than sickening. Comfort would set in later, when it was easier to reconcile her own suffering against what their family would have gone through if it had been her brother instead of her.

[sunshiline-writes]

Drabble: All The Useless Flesh

I think this might be the most horrific thing I have ever written so uh PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE heed warnings. Cw: GORE, BLOOD, Burns, Degloving, hand whump, whumpee sticks their hand in boiling water, VIVID DESCRIPTIONS OF GORE, like this is fr visceral, creepy/sadistic whumper, alluded amputation idk I don't think I missed anything but if I did please let me know

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It just takes a moment to really register. The way Whumpee’s hand is forced into the boiling hot water. Kept there for a minute but it feels like so much longer. They have to physically watch as their skin reddens, blisters and even as some of the first layer of their skin peels away and floats in the pot. It is constantly moving and twirling as it is forced to move by the bubbles in the water. The water turns white and when they can no longer see past the white of the water, Whumper finally relents and lets them pull their hand from the pot. There is no pain. There was pain it only lasted for a second before all the nerves were burnt away by the heat. That is the worst part, whumpee thinks, its not the way their skin is half hanging off their hand, layers on layers, blistered and a cruel mixture of white, pink and red. It’s not the way Whumper barely seems satisfied by their lack of reaction, most likely due to shock. It’s in the way it doesn’t hurt. But it *looks* like that. Looks like the opposite of what would happen to chicken when boiled. Pink to white, fully cooked. No human skin isn’t like chicken. It’s human skin, and whumpee is certain that they are in shock now because they are thinking about their hand and comparing it to chicken. 

Whumper is saying something but they can’t hear over how cold it feels. Aren’t burns supposed to.. well burn? Their knees buckle underneath them and Whumper catches them under their armpits. “Hey hey, you’re fine shhh,” Whumper coos. 

Whumpee realizes that they are sobbing and Whumper sinks with them onto the kitchen floor. “Look at that,” they say, and Whumper is pressing their thumb into their mangled hand and the thumb squelches into the skin far more than it should. The horror of it all is almost too much and Whumpee’s eyes roll to the back of their head. “No, no you can’t leave just yet, come on get up,” whumpee is brought back to focus through small smacks to their cheeks, “Just a little more and then we can be done,” and their attention is diverted back to the thumb that easily rubs off the second layer of skin off their hand, the blisters popping and oozing. The more Whumper touches their hand the more the pain in their hand comes back. Burning, pulsing, and whumpee screams, fighting against Whumper’s grip. The fight only makes Whumper laugh and they wrap their own hand around the injury and in a weird rendition of jerking off rubs against their hand. Skin peeling off, until in some places the white color is surely bone. Whumper is laughing in their ear as Whumpee finally passes out against their chest. “Well.. I didn’t think you needed that hand anyway.” 

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[snoopybutch]

Can I tell you all something really stupid. I thought degloving (the term relative to the injury) meant explicitly only finger/hand injuries and it was always said to me so I’d take my rings off when playing fhockey/lax in hs. And gloves go . . On ur hands . . It doesn’t, it doesn’t mean that you guys.

[stuck-in-limbo]

i degloved it x

[feral-funeral-dot-com]

Day 9: Degloving/skinning

[limboed]

⭐️ for degloving pls? yahoo

hello, thank you for the ask! i just kind of scrolled to random parts of degloving and talked about whatever i landed on! :-D

Akechi’s hand, half-hidden by his cloak, rests on the spot on Ren’s thigh he’d just stabbed. It doesn’t hurt, though the gesture isn’t quite comforting either: his gauntlet is too heavy, the points of his fingers too sharp. It’s strangely grounding anyway.

&

Where Makoto might wrap an arm around him or Yusuke might pull him in for a hug, Akechi will at most just rest his hand somewhere on Ren’s body: his shoulder, his arm, his waist, always fleeting and half-hidden, like he’s fully prepared to scram at a moment’s notice. And he never touches anyone but Ren at all; even when someone else initiates, he slips free in seconds.

i rambled a little while back on twitter about akeshu love languages— i think of akechi as an acts of service person who also really, really craves physical touch. it’s very fun putting him in this kind of forced-proximity-by-choice situation, like being roommates, because it gives him a lot of opportunities to ease into that; i think even before they date, an akechi who’s been given enough time kind of manhandles ren without really thinking about it

Akechi gives him the stink eye as he slides into his chair at the table. “You need to tell the truth to get rid of the status effect,” he says, like it’s obvious. “You hate telling the truth in front of your friends. Here we are.”

i intentionally didn’t have akechi include himself among ren’s friends in this line <3 whether he means that in a positive or negative way is really hard to say

Akechi says something again; through the post-orgasm white noise, Ren can hear his fervor, his ache, his desperation.

The truth spills from his lips, though he doesn’t know the question. “Yes.”

i get asked about this line a lot and i’ve always been pretty cagey about it because i like the idea of it being up to interpretation. but in my head, akechi asks what a lot of people have already guessed: some variation of “do you love me” <3

thank you for the ask!! this is fun ^^

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[sualne]

carnis au accidental [???] but i was thinking about mimic luffy wanting to get closer and closer to law, and i'd been thinking since i've made the au about how he'd want to see law's scars (already various scenes on how it could happen, written notes and all, don't know which to pick), and then the fact that he knows there's something carnis still in him.

so i was thinking of another scene where he's inspecting the scars on his face and they both very close but it's not the scars he's really looking at, he's searching for that carnis leftover and says maybe mostly to himself "It's still inside you. That's just so unfair. Why, just why couldn't it have been me?"

And jokingly is thought: This is it folks, I broke the code, this is about bottom dysphoria!

But then! I thought again, the au is about feeling otherized, isolated and monstrous and wrong. i've already strongly considered the idea of luffy's death as a suicide metaphor. the mimic has been thinking about socially detransitioning because it keeps getting accosted by creeps and assholes and knows that luffy would've fought back most of the time but also knows it's much stronger now and doesn't want to get caught, he needs to lays low, it doesn't want to cause a scene, it has to go stealth.

law hates the idea because it's not enough that it killed luffy now it has to just go and erase that important part of him of as well but the mimic insist, he's still a man, he'll just fake being a girl to make it easier. but law doesn't understand because to him the mimic is faking being a man, it's faking being a person, it's faking being luffy.

the reason the mimic wants to lay low is because it doesn't want to get caught so it can stay with law and study him, understand him. law doesn't knows that, he's too freaked out by the fact that's it's a mimic! that it killed luffy and might possibly want to kill him too! but the mimic feels a kind of kinship with law because of that remaining carnis in him.

remains he got from nearly dying, from losing his family, from an attack to another carnis. and i thought, law is meant to be reminiscent of mimics. he had to regrow his face, he's (as always) autistic and doesn't always act as expected, he's also paranoid even when he happens to be right, he's traumatized to the point of psychosis, the encounter changed him. it was meant as a parallel to how ppl like to think murderers&co are all mentally ill because they can't possibly be Normal Like Them, they must be different, they must not be human, they're obviously monsters. but those victims, those who get to survive, the trauma change them, they can acquire all sort of neurodivergences, and when those same Normal People learn that a person has some kind of The Scary Disorder they think "Oh, you're a monster too! You'll (inevitably) hurt someone!" which lead back to being otherized ect.

there's also something about how law didn't just get scars from his near death experience but also what's essentially a disease.

and then back to the mimic, who recognize itself in him, in that disease, but it isn't quite right, it's not enough and it's also nothing alike at all and also he's kind of jealous? it makes no sense to the mimic itself but he can't stop thinking about law either.

it's also how a monster that's linked to what is theorized to be something close to a hivemind accidentally developing a sense of identity and facing some sort of existential crisis over the fact that it can't ever escape it's monstrous nature and doesn't want to either. and that sound like, very much like being trans and cracking your egg and realizing you're fucked cause that sure is knowledge to have about oneself and also it's in the fictional 90s of a op carnis au so good luck with that.

anyway that's a lot of words and im not sure how to phrase the rest it's just, this was supposed to be a casual au where i went "OHOHO look at the Tragedy" but i thought about it too long and now i feel like i've ended up with a millefeuilles of overlaying themes and im, i means sure. can't draw All that tho so what now.

[columboscreens]

[cheebuss]

Yhorm............ <:(((((

[transgenderenkidu]

Design Notes

i think about how the body kendal inherited was deliberately designed approximately one million times per second

vash is from @comicaurora, which you should totally read

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

"guy who is horrifically radioactive" and hot.

Sentences uttered seconds before a dick degloving incident

Sometimes the voice is enough to make someone hot. They're wizards of sorts, illusionists. The sound of a voice carries vibes and they have mastered shaping their vibes into something fun. Charming. Attractive.

That and the fact that some of them are willing to say softcore nsfw shit at cons and the scandal of hearing the funny robot character say something dirty can catch you off guard and stick with you

You get that mcu dialogue outta my face 🔫

[dykedvonte]

My post about Anya is making like a little ruckus on Twitter and I think it’s crazy how many people like have a problem with it.

Like you don’t have to agree with how I characterize Anya and her actions but it’s more like, why are you focused on only one aspect of her character? Why are you removing nuance from the situation? I don’t see it as giving Curly the benefit of the doubt when it comes to doing better for Anya, but as exploring his character and hers relationship with a the very little authentic facts we get about them. In truth, there’s a lot more I wish Curly did, even if it wasn’t pragmatic but I realize the issue there.

The first psychological horror game in a while that’s real intricate in its storytelling and makes you need to really need to address the morality of intentions and its already getting torn asunder smh 😔

[albonium]

it annoys me so much that people are comparing the max/fia situation to lewis and seb being utterly childish when it comes to wearing jewellery and non fireproof underwear. it's not allowed because it's DANGEROUS. at that point why not let them race in a thong and nothing else if they die they die ????????

[toadlett]

I found a glitch in Disco Elysium so poweful i had to stop playing and draw Lieutenant Double Yefrietor Harrier "noodle arms" DuBois.