#dismemberment cw

[leona-florianova]

The "No-Brainer" in action

A commission for @theredbaron56

[mint-8]

Platonic Yandere Doll Monster

Trigger/Content warning: Mentions of blood and dismemberment.

You received a little rag doll as a gift for your birthday when you were a child. A little toy that looks oddly like one of those voodoo dolls, for some reason. They have no clothes, nor hair and their body is littered with cuts and holes, with their old stuffing barely holding within the stitches. Only 2 button eyes, a little smile and stitched rosy cheeks.

- Yandere Doll who has always been somewhat sentient. Ever since their creator made them to curse their boss, or when they were gifted to that kid who wished for their parent to die, and when they were found by and elder that wanted to kill their spouse, to finally finding it’s way to your tiny hands. They have only known dead and suffering, with painful needles and cuts in their soft body, they assumed you would throw them away for being a creepy doll and would eventually have a new owner.

- Yandere Doll who is shocked that, instead of seeing them with disgust, a certain shine is in your eyes. You wish to fix this doll, and make them the most adorable companion ever! Or perhaps you want them to look badass? Perhaps making them even creepier? Either way, they love that you are seeing them with such warmth!

- Yandere Doll who loves you even more with each passing day. You always work so hard to fix their scars with needle and thread, making them outfits on the side and filling them with new stuffing. You take them anywhere you go, as a little companion on your backpack or bag, cuddling them at night and during naps, and keeping them close while you are relaxing, eating or working.

- Yandere Doll who, one night, hears something weird coming from outside your room. They aren’t sure what it is, but they don’t like it. They don’t even realize their tiny body is slowly moving towards the door, careful in not waking you up, and notice someone in the hallway, seemingly trying to not make their presence known. A burglar, perhaps? Or could it be a stalker or a vengeful ex? Either way, your doll isn’t happy with this intruder.

- Yandere Doll who stealthily avoids the stranger in your house, finds the kitchen and takes out the biggest and sharpest knife you own.

- Yandere Doll who charges in blind rage when they notice the intruder getting closer to your room. Forgetting to be silent, their steps become louder and heavier, their tiny body grows rapidly as to one of a small child and, when the stranger looks behind them, your doll has already tackled them to the ground and start to violently stab them in the neck. They don’t stop until their head has been chopped from their shoulder and only the horrified, yet lifeless face is left.

- Yandere Doll who doesn’t question how they grew in size or where their sudden strength came from, they only know that they must clean this mess before sunrise.

- Yandere Doll who searches all around your apartment for cleaning products and trash bags to get rid of the corpse and blood. They are so glad you took the medication that makes you extra sleepy.

- Yandere Doll who has successfully cleaned everything and use tons of air fresheners to hide the smell, and all that it was left was the bloodied remains of the stranger they just maimed. They can’t just leave it outside, your neighbors might find it and call the police! Then you could be sent to prison! And it’s not like they could just drag it all the way to the outskirts of the city, it would be morning soon and people will notice! Pondering on the best course of action, your doll looks at the knife they’ve just cleaned and their enlarged body. If they have changed so much outwardly, what about the inside?

- Yandere Doll who cuts open their stitched mouth with the knife, and discover rows of sharp teeth among the stuffing. They look at the cold corpse and start to enjoy their night snack.

You wake up. It’s the best sleep you have gotten in ages! As you start to move around your bed and stretch, you notice that your doll isn’t by your side. Perhaps you dropped it? You check under your bed, but it wasn’t there. Strange.

Once you leave your room, you notice how there are some of your cleaning supplies and trash bags in the middle of the hallway, for some reason. Perhaps you forgot to put them back when you were done with cleaning yesterday.

As you go on with your day, you keep searching for your favorite doll. Not in the shelves, or in the cupboards, nor in the closets. Were could it be? You don’t notice how the hydrogen peroxide bottle is almost close to empty, or how your knives aren’t arranged as you left them, or how the aire smells oddly like flowers, you simply keep going as usual, thinking that you will eventually find your dolly.

Night comes and who do you find under your desk? Your little doll! You can’t believe you missed it when you searched for it earlier in the day! You do notice that it smells somewhat different and that their mouth was somehow open wide, letting some of their stuffing escape from it’s insides. You chuckle to yourself, you must have thrown or kicked it in your sleep and it got torn open when it slammed against the wall. How silly of you!

You give your little doll a kiss as a sorry and start sewing their mouth back together while listening to the late night news. Apparently there has been an increase on crime lately, so you decide to shop for some new locks tomorrow. You’ll bring your little dolly with you, of course. Your little luck charm!

- Yandere Doll is so happy that you didn’t notice anything. They weren’t sure when their body was going to shrink back to it’s original size, so they hid from you until they got back to normal. The stranger was surprisingly tasty and they couldn’t wait for the next idiot who tries to enter your home! No matter their size, no matter their kind, your little doll will make sure to deal with any pesky flies that dare to hurt their precious owner. They won’t let anyone hurt you.

[pseudepigraphon]

name of the rose november days 4 & 5 - clue & poison

[violence-artist637]

Larry became a crazy killer

[5mind]

[ In Which Yellow Three Happens Upon A Murder ]

>>> [ cw : murder , dismemberment, body horror ]

Pavements in disrepair and scattered garbage impeded the yellow android as he maneuvered through the gradually narrowing passages of the rain-soaked city.

[ ♫ ]

A string of disappearances had haunted this neighborhood. And shortly after those disappearances, were the reappearances of the victims as lifeless bodies - gutted and/or dismembered - only found when decay brought up its telltale stench.

Police sirens blared from a nearby street. While not a priority, the android drew closer to the shadows but did not slow down.

It had been difficult for a mind that ran on numbers and algorithms to predict the patterns of one made of flesh. However, Fivemind had managed. Or at least they hoped they have. The yellow ranger had heard a scream earlier. It was muffled as suddenly as it started.

Even if it might not be their mark, it still sounded like someone in danger. Fivemind was here to help no matter the cause.

Yellow Three switched to thermal vision.

An intersection in a concrete maze was where the android was headed to. Two heat signatures detected, one was fading fast. The android closed in. One silhouette remained, hunched like a man.

Yellow Three skidded to a stop, near slipping on a puddle of diluted red. There's a splash from a nearby puddle as a body was discarded by a man caught too soon.

But not soon enough.

Switching back from thermal vision, the machine was greeted with a tapestry of stolen parts clambering up the metal railings of an emergency escape. The monster of a man was faster than one would expect from someone with one arm - a fresh one - currently dangling from sinew and flesh knitting into each other.

But then again, the man did have a total of four arms.

Yellow Three raised his cannon, rumbling and ready to fire. The culprit glanced back, his face concealed by round-rimmed glasses and a bloody surgical mask. A hand reached for a ledge while another smacked at the window above said ledge.

Then he continued upwards, smacking against another window. Waking up inhabitants. Drawing attention where the android might shoot and miss. A silhouette that had been sleepless actually came over to check on the commotion.

The android fired. Downwards. Away from the scuttling murderer and away from the windows. The scrapcannon had to be fired once charged, unfortunately.

Voices from the same passage the yellow android had came from drew closer along with footsteps. Flashlights illuminated the alleyway just when the yellow ranger was climbing after the quickly retreating patchwork of parts. Having only one hand with fingers did not help, nor did the wheeled feet.

Guns were pointed.

The android froze. The killer escaped.

Yellow Three was going to have a lot to answer for now.

[myfckingnameisnuwanda]

Shame on me, but, Jon's voice absolutely berating people left and right does something to me.

Masterpost

<- 013: Alone - 015: Lost John's Cave ->

<-<- 001: Angler Fish

[beastchronicle]

some ouma themed vent art

[tchtra]

small wip of something I'm doing for a MAP

Happy birthday to the series that gave me intense brainrot!!

[hostile--elf]

vera but she's the red medic

my oc is normally really sweet and squeamish so it's fun to imagine her entirely unhinged LMAO

[violence-artist637]

Hi i started a second account because im afraid of losing my first because of violence contend

[5mind]

i cant find a good gif of it but pls know this was the vision for that drabble just now

[stories-of-the-multiverse]

((Starter fore @remnantsouls ))

Charlie winced when of course, she felt no pulse from the body she was checking. Poor guy bled out before she could get to them...

She sighed as she stood, holding onto herself.

Alright, don't give up now, Charlie. The moment you do, whatever survivor there is is done for for sure!

She jogged forward, eyes briefly scanning the bodies as she passed.

There has to be someone, someone she could help. Someone she could give at least another year!

Someone that-!

She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw an inky black trail among the crimson. And she felt her blood go ice cold.

An unfortunate truth was, an average of ten percent of victims of these genocides were Hellborn. Those that could not afford to live in the other Rings, or even in Hellborn only settlements like Imp City. Either the Exorcists couldn't tell the difference, or didn't care. Perhaps a mixture of both.

Demons are demons, after all...

And it looks like she might find another example of this statistic...

Uneasily, she followed the trail into the alley...

"... Oh my god...!"

Another fun bit about the Exterminations? Most Exorcists were notorious for playing with their food. Not just in chasing their targets, but finding increasingly cruel ways to end their lives.

And taking literally an arm and a leg from them...?!

Charlie rushed to the incubus's side, hurriedly checking his pulse.

Still alive...!

"Ca-Can you hear me?! I- H-Hold on-!"

She took out the kit she was carrying, bandages and guaze being snatched up as she hoped the empathic link with her goat bois would bring them here.

She started with the shoulder, putting the gauze over the bloody socket and hurriedly winding the bandage over it while being careful maneuvering his remaining arm out of the way.

If it weren't for the threat of the blood loss, she would have cleaned the wound first. Infections were a bitch down here. But right now she had to do something about the bleeding.

She hoped her hands were steadier than she felt...

[flownintothesun]

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎

we have always known you are a good man. well. okay, there was that one time...

                            ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── today (october 31) is mariano's birthday! please feel free to comment here if you want, or send an ask if you so choose. we'll try to be active as we can in responding to birthday asks, but they're absolutely not mandatory. i know he's not shown up a whole lot here yet, but thank you all for welcoming him to the roster. god, it's hard to believe he's been around for a year and that last year at this time @batteredoptimist and i cracked out a novel's worth of story in a couple weeks. a massive thank you on that note to nonny, without whom mariano would not exist nor have ever had the chance to be a good man and understand unconditional love (except for the time romana cut off his finger...which he deserved)....

[stillunpainted]

Would you still love me if I was a bee high on fermented nectar and I returned to the hive and you had to brutally kill me by ripping off my legs and eyes to ensure the rest of the hive's honey doesn't get contaminated

[sanctummilitis]

Before Chaldeas she stood, shadow stretched across frozen and ruptured tile — the light of humanity twisted in reveal its alien design, vibrant pink swirling the sphere of sky blue reflecting blinding white from the intensity rays cast upon its surface. The grand design of Marisbury Animusphere — the direction in which he intended to take humanity, for no care of the Earth. If not for the threat it imposed, the sight would be a fantastical wonder, nevertheless, for the restoration of humanity, that light must die once more.

Forth she marched, lengthening the shade behind her form — a shape duplicated when Excalibur came alight with its golden shine. For all their struggles of which she perceived from afar, once the keystone of the Grand Order had been dealt with, Chaldea would finally know release from their manipulation and attain the freedom so long fought. all she need do is follow Goetia's knowledge and do something, at long last.

"Humans never do change, do they, Saber?"

At sound of his voice, her advanced halted — the man who embodied the dark underbelly of a dream not unlike hers stood before her, gazing the spectacle. What purpose was it for him to manifest here, in this time? At any opportunity, the Stars seemed keen to direct her backward toward the disastrous Fourth Holy Grail War that shattered her spirits, as though to mock an apparent lack of progress — and Kiritsugu Emiya all but embodied the personal torment of that brief, but vicious conflict. To Shirou, he had always been a dream to chase, and to Saber, a nightmare haunting her at every given opportunity.

"Yes," she responded, setting aside the agitation from his summoning. It would serve no purpose — this was not the true Kiritsugu. "Which is why we must correct their trajectory — so they cannot become whatever Marisbury Animusphere envisions for them".

In witnessing him here, she could not help but speculate what Kiritsugu may had thought of Goetia's vision; the eternal tranquillity that would see none suffer the agony of loss. A dream long faded, much like his of heroism. Dreams, much like life, were so transient and delicate, oft gone from memory once the dreamer's consciousness reassembles.

Kiritsugu's head rotated ever so — not enough that his life long-lost of vitality — would meet her. "Do you remember what you're fighting for? Securing the future will not ressurect the dead".

Emerald hues sharpened within narrowing windows of suspect. "What are you talking about, Kiritsugu?"

"Look around you".

Ordinarily, she would not humour him — their ideological clash had left a sour taste in her mouth ever since it first became apparent they could never be compatible, and there was naught to perceive. Chaldea was empty save for the unwilling cryogenically transfixed staff. So in turning, she had no expectation of what sight to behold.

It would have been kinder not to look, but closing her eyes would undermine her duty and her kinghood. A chilled breath escaped lips split in horror. The pools continued to grow, seeping into the fabric of their respective sources.

"Ritsuka—! Shirou—!"

They each sported grevious wounds — Ritsuka clutched at a site of impalement in her abdomen, while Shirou had lost the entirety of his left arm. Her impulse was to rush, brought to a standstill by Kiritsugu's resumation, bearing no trace of concern for the two mages — more strikingly when one were his adopted son. It gave credence to the implication he had never been the Mage Killer, but replicated his form in order to communicate to her. A personification of her guilt and doubts, or opposition yet to be confronted.

"Which of them are you going to save?"

—He couldn't be serious.

"What's the matter? You have Avalon".

In her hands, the sudden weight of steel pulled her sight upon the pristine scabbard — the miracle that had saved Shirou from the calamity wrought by her sword. The same she had deliberated its place in Spirale.

"To side with someone means that you're not on the side of someone else". You can't protect them both".

That— that wasn't true. She could and she would.

"They're bleeding out, and you only have one Avalon. It's impossible".

Was he really... trying to push her into choosing? How could she? It wasn't possible. They were both invaluable and irreplaceable — she couldn't... give up on one of them!

"So are you prepared for them both to die just to avoid having the blood of one on your hands?"

"I'm not—"

"You've considered removing Avalon from Shirou to salvage Ritsuka Fujimaru. Do you still refuse to admit to making sacrifices to preserve what you seek, O' righteous King of Knights?"

Teeth clenched; it was... a debate she had not taken lightly. Shirou had Musashi contracted to him — he'd found peace with Rin. Ritsuka's... battle was ongoing, her mind and body decaying further with each leg accomplished. On paper, it was a no brainer — she wasn't choosing one over the other. If not for Shirou's precautions, she'd never dare touch Avalon. He was safe... he was well out of harm's way, wherea—

 “I died, Saber".

She was eroding. She needed help, no matter how reluctant she might be to accept it.

"I ͞d͘ied̡ and ͟thęŕe̸ ̧wa͞s not̡hi͜n͡g y̨o̢u̸ co͜ul̸d do͞ ҉t̕o s͜t͢op̡ ít͢ or ҉h̀el̡p me̸”.

"I know what you're thinking — if you can find the Avalon of Pan-Human History's timeline, you can imbue one into each of them".

"...Then what about me?"

—That... wasn't Kiritsugu's voice. and though softly-spoken, it sent a chill down her spine, crumpling her brow in unrest even before twisting her upper body to observe him. In his hands, blood dripped fresh from Morgan's crown.

"You can't save us, Saber".

"—... Ritsuka—" the Servant began, finding quickly her voice falling silent.

It was a fact irrefutable. As much she tried to resist, to seek a miraculous solution, they were running out of time. The blood behind her was merging. She... couldn't protect anything. Not in Britain, nor Fuyuki, in Chaldea or Spirale. It was a crushing fact that had crashed into her with the force of a train numerous times, but for the sake of not betraying their faith, she'd get up again and resume trying.

But a candle only had so much wick to burn — and both Ritsukas were nearing the end. they had sacrificed so much, both of themselves and the universe around — to jeopardise Shirou to ensure Ritsuka could keep living...

"I̕f͟͞ ̶̡y̡͝o͝u̧͝͝r ̛̛h̸̸e̕ĺ̡p ̷̛i̷s̷͟͞ ͜t͟h̴͢i͠s̀̕ t̷̷͘he̢͟n͟ ̴̡I͟͡͡ ̵d̵͠͞o͞n̶͜’̛́t͏̛ ͟w̶̡͜an̡t̨̢ ̵̨it̴̛.̛̕͞”͘͢

She'd never accept it — nor would Shirou in the reverse. War incurred sacrifices, dreams would inevitably come to an end. there had been a time in which Saber was certain she could accept the decisions each Master made in surrender of themselves for something more — just as she had in order to lead Britain. Hypocrite. And now here she was, meant to effectively terminate one of them herself.

“̸́Is̷ ͟͞t̶̨h̶̨̨a̢t̢ ̴́͜h̛͘͞òw ̀͢yo̢u͡ ͟͜t́͡r̷͞ea̷t͜ ҉y͢óu̢͟r̷͞ ̷̸M̵̢̢a̡͢s̷t͡e̵̡͡r͘͢?"

No.

"҉̵͜T́͡h̵͞os̸e͞ ̀y̨͘o͢u ḩ̸a̴v͘e ̷̢s̶͜w͝o҉r̢͜n̕ ̕tò͡ ̧̢́pr͜͟òt͏̶ec̡t̷̢͞?̶̕"

She'd find a way. She had to.

"Ì̢f̶̷͞ ̢͟͟t̡̀̕h̴̸̡ey ͟͏̨w̷̨͟e̢re̶ ̧̛͝t҉o̢͞ ̧ķǹò̸w͏ t̡h̸ę͘͟ t̸̴r͝͝u̶t̴h͞ ̛͞o͜f ͜a̢ll ͏y̴o̡̕u͠ ̛҉h̸̶a҉̸v̕͡e̢͜ ͟do͝nè̴͟ ̢̀I̵̶ ̨͟͜d̶̢o̷u̵͟b̶̨̧t́ ͡͞y͘oú ̨̢c̴͠oưl̛̛d ̛͢èven̴͠ ̕lo͢ơ̧͢k͝ ìn̴͢t̴͘͢o ̶the̢̕ir҉͟ e͟͝ýe̷͡s͢͝”̸͞.͏̨͝

Silver grasped at gold, digging into its roots with a ruthless grip. For months, voices had hounded her, illusions which warned of her failures. Repeatedly, they spoke her shortcomings, her faults, her treacherous nature.

"̴Th̷̢a͢҉҉ņ͞k̨͠s҉̵̧.̡́ ͘͟͞Y̡o͘u̷͠ ̴sav̸̡ę͞d̨ ̷̛͜me̕ ̴̢m̛̛̀a͟͜n̷̶͘y ͏t̸ime̵͘s"̴.��̧̕

Why couldn't she find it? They believed in her. People were counting on her. Her entire existence had been to protect, and— And still everything slipped through her claws. Teeth ground themselves so fiercely that a slip could easily draw blood, biting down so not holler at the symphony of voices — she needed to think. Before it was too late. The thumping of her heart, the typhoon of her littered head, it was dizzying, and it were as if reality itself were crumbling.

"I'm

sorry".