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"Darling..."
They crouch in front of him, drawling his name like a melody, all sticky and sweet like honey. His back presses that much harder into the stone wall behind him.
"Do you want me to gouge your eyes out?"
The nonchalance of their delivery has his shaky lungs gasping for air.
"N-No..." — He doesn't, he doesn't, please don't.
"Then be a dear and keep those pretty things closed." — Their hand lands over his eyes, gently guiding his eyelids closed. — "Don't let me catch you sneaking a peek, okay?"
They smile still; he can feel their teeth grinning through the void enveloping him. He nods against their hand cupping his cheek as they watch him intently, swallowing down every word that claws at his throat to escape him in case they decide letting him keep his tongue should become a luxury too.
They give a couple light pats, then stand, purring, — "Good boy."
<3
Masterist
#whump#creepy whumper#intimate whumper#my writing#whump writing#whumblr#whumplr#whump prompt#whump dialogue#eye gore mention#sadistic whumper#fearplay#captivity whump#they then proceed to torture someone right in front of his#making him listen to them cry and beg and scream#or perhaps they build and set up a new torture machine#but its a surprise so he can't look!#that's rude!!#maybe he might catch something that could help him escape#or maybe they're just tired of him staring at them from the corner as they relax#its distracting to have a captive stare holes into your neck while you're just trying to read you know
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hallo my beloved i think you would enjoy faith immensely. the main guy in it (john ward) is very soul-esque tawa mi. also theres self-inflicted eye gore (john stabs his eye out with a key). .:33
okay sweetheart :D :D :D!!!!!!!! i don’t Want to play new games rn but i’ll probably check it out when i’m bored :33333 is this faith: the unholy trinity cause i’ve heard of that ..
soul esque guys……. i love soul esque guys cause soul is suchhhh a freak…..
also SELF INFLICTED EYE GORE … HE STABS HIS EYE OUT W A KEY OMG WE WINN……… :D :D :D ACTUALLY GRINNING IRL BTW. DO YOU KNOW
#twig.txt#asks.png#butchdykekondraki#THANKS FOR THE ASK I LOVE WHEN YOU SEND ME ASKS <2 <2 <2#self harm mention#selfharm mention#self-harm mention#eye gore mention#eye trauma mention#gore mention#ok we’re good i guess
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Truth ’ + what was the hardest part about what happened at Halloween?
Truth or Dare.
Send ‘ Truth ’ + a question, and my muse must answer it honestly, telling the complete truth.Send ‘ Dare ’ + a dare, and my muse must do it right now, following through to the letter.
"Watching mom and dad crying over my bed side. Considering what happened with my sister, it just made it feel worse. That bastard made my parents cry. I wish I had only gotten the chance to gouge his fucking eyes out."
#Anonymous#Eye horror#Eye gore mention#Familial death#Ask to tag#Headcanons#Verse: Post tender treats
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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.
#cw gore#jrwi riptide#jrwi riptide spoilers#chip jrwi#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#I LLOOOVE POETRYYY I LOVE MAKING WORDS RHYME IN STRANGE WAYS AND DESCRIBING VISCERA AND VIOLENCE OR WAHTEVER. YKNOW WHAT ELSE I LOVE#CHHHIIIIIIIBBOOOOO MY BEAUTIFUL MAAANN WWHAT. WHAT HAPPENED. OH MY GOD. IVE BEEN SAYING FOREVER. I NEEED CHIP TO GET SCARIER.#HE HAS THE POTENTIAL! I KNOW HE DOES! HAUNTED BOY WITH THE HAUNTED EYES WHAT TRAUMAS HAVE YOU SEEN? AND WERE THEY YOUR FAULT? THINK ABOUT I#EVERY FAMILY HAS CRUMBLED AROUND HIM. HIS BIRTH FAMILY CRUMBLED BEFORE HE KNEW IT. HIS SECOND FAMILY DROWNED. THIRD BURNED TO THE GROUND#AND SHALL THIS NEXT FAMILY JOIN THEM? CHIIIIP YOU UNFORTUNATE BOY YOU HAVE WITNESSED SO MUCH CALAMITY#YOU ARE CALAMITY BOYYY AHAHAHAHA DONT YOU SEEE!! ZOMBIFIED AND DEAD. TRUELY MORE HAUNTED THAN EVER BEFORE. THIS WILL BE FUN#THE FIRE HURTS WHEN IT BURNS TOO LONG. BUT NOW YOUR NERVES ARE DEAD AND YOUR MIND IS FREE. BURN THIS CORPSE AS YOU WISH TO GET WHAT YOU WAN#CHIP IS NOT THE FIRE HE IS THE MATCH. I LOVE THAT IDEA SO MUCH IM SO PROUD OF IT. OHHH AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE CORRUPTION#bizly mentioned that chip wants to be a good captain. in his most corrupted state however. he would be the BEST captain..#thAT DOESNT MEAn hes gonna just suddenly be all controlling. the BEST captain keeps his crew safe. keeps them together. keeps them alive.#and chip is doing just that! he doesnt need to stop being a good captain just bc of the corruption! he just needs to be the BEST CAPTAIN#AND THATS SUBJECTIVE BABY!! im so excited to see where chips zombie arc goes. neeeed him to get scarier and just a little more fucked up.#neEED HIM TO PERFORM ABHORANT ACTIONS THAT HAVE JAY N GILL GOING ' dude woah what the fuck...'#RIGHT I SHOULD TALK ABT MY ART TOO. this one took TOO LONGGGstarted out witha sketch how did it end up like this...#the heart and the blood KILLED ME. LOOK AT MY RENDERING LIKE HWAAATT#better not see any more mistakes after i post this.... i cant fight withit anymore....STILL RLY PROUD THO..#I WAnted to make it visually LOOK like the grossest vomiting sound possible#i want it to make your throat feel uncomfortable. am i achieving that? i hope i am. thats tubes dude!!! like cmahn!
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Something approaches... Oh, poor thing.
From my new fanfic Liquid Smooth for Scales of Fate AU check it out if you've got time :,D
#ldshadowlady#empires smp#empires fanart#mcyt#mcyt fanart#rare sketchbook#for the fic beware mentions of gore blood anxiety death panic attacks betrayal body alterations and more#for the art instead#body alterations#eye strain#scales of fate au#scales of fate#sofau
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just finished the first episode of sandman it was one of the most comforting things i've ever watched
but also is the Corinthian just going around scooping people's eyes out? not to uh judge anyone's hobbies but what in the coraline?
#the corinthian#sandman netflix#the sandman#coraline#neil gaiman#what is it with the eyes neil#hmm?#tw gore mention?
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I was at my grandparents' house, presumably for (Shabbat dinner) and my eyes fell out and when I tried to put them back in, they just fell out again and started to crumble.
#dream#tw eyeless#tw eye gore#tw gore#grandparents#house#Shabbat#dinner#food#body horror tw#eyes#eyes mention#eyes tw
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i love how edgy will's older stuff is. i think it's funny. i love imagining him as some angsty emo teenager posting poetry on his vent/gore blog which is an absolutely hilarious thing to imagine. also i genuinely enjoy confusing and pissing off people and by far the easiest way to do that is to play any song on self-ish
#at this point idc if i’ve already used an image for a confession card#i was gonna use that one semi mirror selfie of him with fluffy hair over his eyes#the one that was captioned ‘you’ and ‘the guy she tells you not to worry about’#but i cannot for the life of me find it#if anyone knows what i’m talking about please rb with that image if you find it dhdhdhdh#gore mention#will wood confessions#ww confessions 180 - 189#will wood#wwatt#will wood and the tapeworms
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your eyes are the wound which from light enters, the only thing you cannot barricade. you do realize the trident caving them in just made it impossible for the sun to get out, right? now they're stuck in you. and there's nothing you can do about it.
was this all you've ever wanted? because i don't think so. i think for once, your self-destructive urges backfired, and now all you feel is sick as you try not to pry the wounds open. the damage has already been done. there's no stopping it, no reversing it, nothing.
did you like seeing the sun, when you had the chance?
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OFFSCREEN POST
Olive Branch
TWs // CWs : Hospitals, Discussions of Child Death, Discussions of Kidnapping / Child Abduction, Panic Attacks, Violence, Injury, Gore, Blood
Connected to Connecting Roots and Uprooted.
No one liked being in the hospital.
It was mind-numbing and draining, having to stay in one little room for days on end all the while doctors and nurses poked and prodded at you. It wasn’t just the medical staff that had been bothering Esper though. Police and other official looking people came and went, asking her questions that made her uncomfortable and forced her to reevaluate so much about what she knew. She didn’t like it. She didn’t like being told she was “safe now”, she didn’t like being told she was “in good hands”, she didn’t like how they talked about her da and mum, she didn’t like any of it.
Esper stared up at the ceiling with an unfocused gaze, listening to the ticking of the clock. Her face almost seemed ghostly pale if not for her reddened cheeks and nose from hours of crying accompanied by the deep bags beneath her eyes from lack of sleep. Her hair was out of its braid, white threads spooled around her in messy strands like the roots of a tree, branching off into different paths. She looked like a mess.
Everything was out of her hands. She didn’t get a choice in any of this. Her entire life had changed in a matter of days and she wasn’t sure how she was meant to feel. Her da and mum had lied to her. They had been lying to her for so long. And yet she couldn’t even begin to understand how she felt about it all. Was she angry? Sad? Happy?
A small knock on the door cut through her thoughts.
Esper’s head slowly turned toward the door, her brows furrowing slightly in aggravation. It was probably more pushy cops coming to ask her about her da. Fucking wonderful.
With a roll of her eyes she called out to them, “Come in.”
The door creaked open slightly to reveal an exhausted-looking Victoria. Despite her attempts to appear composed, the stress lines and dark circles beneath her eyes betrayed any semblance of imperturbability. Clearly, the recent revelations had been taking as much of an emotional toll on her as they had on Esper.
Esper gasped as she snapped into a sitting position, “Tor–!�� She was swiftly cut off as a sharp pain shot through her chest, causing her to double over in the bed, her arms wrapping tightly around her torso as she let out a hiss of pain. “I… I shouldn’t have done that…”
Victoria instinctively lunged forwards and reached a hand out to her, but slowed herself the moment she realized Esper was not immediately dying in front of her. “Are…” She began to ask something, but trailed off with a pause before saying, “I was going to ask if you were alright, but I suppose that would be a bit redundant of me, now would it?”
The white haired girl slowly sat back up, wincing as she let out a small laugh, “Just– Just a bit, I think.” Esper looked at Victoria with a small smile, “Though I’m not the most happy about people seeing me in such a state… with my hair being down and all.”
“Oh. I can leave if you—”
“I’m joking, Tori.”
To Esper’s surprise, Victoria chuckled with a slight smile. “I thought you were—” She instantly shut her mouth right before the punchline, her face falling into a frown. She looked at her friend with an unsure tilt of her head.
“Esper.” The girl stated without hesitation, “I want to be called Esper. Or, as you have been calling me, Esp.”
“Right.” The young heiress drew in a quiet breath and nodded. “Then… Esp it shall be.”
Esper smiled in turn. She wasn’t ready to be Estelle, she didn’t know if she ever could be. It was strange really, finding out that your name isn’t your name, at least not in the way you thought it was. But she could understand why her da did it, at least from his point of view, it would’ve made everything easier for him if she didn’t have her legal name.
Though that did make her wonder…
“Why the hells didn’t my da change my brother's first name?” Esper suddenly asked aloud, tilting her head to the ceiling in thought, “Why’d he keep his first name?”
Victoria shifted uncomfortably on her feet, uncertain of how to respond.
Esper continued, “And it’s not like I can fuckin’ ask him since he fuckin’ vanished after the second Darkest Day…”
“Vanished…?”
Esper blinked in response, turning her attention back to Victoria before glancing away with an awkward chuckle as if it was funny, “Ah– Yeah. I was the last one to see him that day, he found me during the chaos and promised to go get help. He… uh… never did. No one’s found him so we don’t know what happened to him.”
The other girl’s brows furrowed. “Forgive me for asking, but how are you so certain that he never sought help?”
“Oh, I didn’t mean like he didn’t try–” Esper vaguely gestured with her hand, “It’s just that my da and authorities were the ones to find me and Juno. And they hadn’t been told by Flynn that we were there, so they tried to interview anyone they could and no one stepped forward about having been spoken to by Flynn during the disaster. So, he may have tried, though he never actually managed to get help.”
She tilted her head. “Juno?”
“I– I should just give the rundown.” Esper responded, shifting in her bed to get more comfortable before continuing on, “So. Juno was my closest friend in Spikemuth and we spent a lot of time together. On the day of the big championship match, he was over at my old flat. It was just him, me, his Nickit named Polaris, and my da’s Obstagoon named Maverick. We were having a good time until, well, the second Darkest Day started in which Maverick… was one of the Pokemon to dynamax.”
Victoria winced slightly. “In… the house?”
“In the flat building… yeah.” The girl nodded as she began to fidget with her gown, “With both me, Juno, and his Nickit in the flat with him. And so many others in their neighboring flats…”
She thought back to that day. Roars and calls of Pokemon shook the earth around her, echoing throughout Spikemuth and the surrounding area. The weight of concrete and brick crushed her body so tightly that she could barely fill her lungs with the dust-filled air. Metal debris pricked at her skin, jabbing at her sides and mudding her hair with crimson. She couldn’t move, she could barely cry out as all her energy was dedicated to keeping her alive and awake.
If only Juno could’ve been as lucky.
He was alive for a while, whispering promises of life and safety to Esper in the darkness of their prison, though his body laid frighteningly still as crimson slowly pooled around him. His mind and body grew weaker by the second. He had been impaled when the building collapsed on top of them— a large, jagged piece of rusted metal had been lodged straight through his shoulder and into the debris below. Polaris was curled up to his side, beaten and battered as much as the two children, chirping and crying to his trainer.
She remembered the way Juno’s eyes grew duller by the hour. Until they were cloudy and lifeless.
Victoria looked past the girl before her with a thousand-yard stare. The ticking second hand on the clock came to a stop, filling the room with a discomforting silence.
“We were trapped for nearly the whole day– But Flynn found us early on. He promised to go get help and… well… he never came back.” Esper let out a shaky breath, her face feeling hot, “And by the time help did arrive… Juno had been dead for several hours.”
The other girl shut her eyes and turned her head away, reaching a trembling hand to her chest. “Excuse me for a moment, Esper.” She took several deep breaths until her hands stopped shaking and the stress lifted from her face. The clock resumed its ticking, returning the familiar ambiance to the once silent room.
After a moment, Victoria cleared her throat with a wince and gestured to her head. “Um— Mind-reading.”
Esper blinked before flushing red, waving her hands frantically, “Ah– I’m sorry– I forgot– I’m sorry I’ll just stop now I’m sorry–” The girl promptly tried to fill her mind with other things such as memories of Fauna and Deerling.
“No, no, it is through no fault of your own,” Victoria tried to reason with her. “It simply caught me off-guard is all.”
“Are you sure…?” Esper looked up at her with big eyes.
“Positive. You needn’t apologize, Esp.”
“Okay…” The girl nodded in return, “I was done anyways though. That’s about everything… Well not… everything… but all the really important things.”
“I see,” she said, finally turning to look back at her friend. “If I may be so bold to ask, do you… think Flynn is…?”
“Alive? Dead?” Esper hesitantly shrugged, “I don’t know. I don’t know which I would rather, which would hurt less… If Flynn is dead then… he’s gone. But if he’s alive… then he left me to die.”
Before Victoria had time to respond, there was a knock at the door.
The girl raised an eyebrow, then looked to Esper. “Are you expecting company?”
Esper huffed in response, grimacing at the door, “No. It’s probably another officer or doctor or something. Let me just–” She raised her chin to the door and called out, “Come in!”
The door slowly opened to reveal a lanky man in a black and green jacket, his hood pulled tightly over his head and casting his face in shadow. His attire was worn and dirty and his demeanor seemed akin to a kicked dog with how he hunched in on himself and how his hands trembled at his sides. He hesitantly stepped into the room, closing the door behind him before turning in the direction of the two girls in an awkward fashion.
Esper and Victoria exchanged glances for a moment, then eyed the man wearily.
The man stood there silently for a minute, staring at Esper specifically for an agonizingly long before clearing his throat, “So– Um–”
At that moment, a flash of recognition and utter hatred crossed Victoria’s face. An invisible force suddenly yanked the man towards the girl while she winded up her fist and connected it directly into the center of his face. The force of her punch snapped his glasses in half and knocked the hood off of his head.
Flynn Wyrmwood was knocked to the ground, clutching his nose in pain.
With a snarl, Victoria looked down at the man and hissed, “Hablando del rey de Roma, por la puerta asoma.” She raised her leg to stomp—
“VICTORIA–” Esper shouted. “DO NOT… stomp… on….” Her voice trailed off as she looked down at the older boy. A boy with darker skin than hers and yet had the same pure white hair and lavender eyes with white pupils shining brightly. Esper repeated, her heart leaping into her throat as she took in the sight of the boy, “Victoria. Stop.”
The young heiress looked back towards her friend, then to the coward at her feet. She narrowed her eyes at him, but gently lowered her foot to the floor and stepped away. “Get up,” she spat at him. A sudden force lifted him off the ground and flipped him onto his feet— not too kindly, however. The momentum from the flip threw him forwards and he bashed his face into the side of the hospital bed.
Flynn grunted in pain, barely managing to catch his footing before slowly dragging himself into a standing position, blood dripping from his nose. “Yeah– Yeah no– I deserved that–”
“Indeed you do,” Victoria cut him off.
“Victoria. Stop harming him.” Esper scolded before turning her attention to the bloodied boy infront of her, her eyes scanning his face. It was him. It was actually him. He was alive. He… he was alive.
That hurt.
“Esper…” Flynn stared back at her, seemingly also studying her. A ragged breath left him as he spoke, “You’re alive.”
“You left me.”
“I know. I’m sorry–”
Esper cut him off, her chest tightening, “You left me to die. You left Juno and I to die.”
“I’m sor–”
“Juno is dead!” Esper spat. Tears had begun to well up in her eyes, “And you’re alive.”
Victoria glared silent daggers at Flynn. If looks could kill, he’d have perished where he stood.
He paused, opening his mouth to speak before closing it again and looking down in shame, “I’m sorry…”
The white-haired girl stared at her brother in silence for a while. The ticking of the clock was the only indication that time hadn’t stopped.
“Why now?”
Her brother looked up at her, blinking.
“You had plenty of chances to come back. And yet you didn’t.” Esper asked, her body aching as emotions welled up inside her.
Flynn glanced away, “I… I was scared. I am scared. Father scared me, I was scared if I came back or told anyone then…”
“You knew.”
“I…” He winced, “I did. Yes.”
“You knew the entire time.” Esper’s gaze was hundreds of miles away, “That’s why he didn’t change your name.”
Flynn only nodded in response.
The white-haired girl gripped her blanket between her hands. Her thoughts became foggy with all the questions she wanted to ask him, but one stayed at the forefront of her mind.
“Why are you here?” She asked. “Da is gone now, you could no longer be a missing person.”
Flynn took a deep breath and looked his sister in the eye, “I… I wanted to give you the choice on if I did or not…”
“What?”
“I hurt you, Esper,” her older brother swallowed, “I hurt you a lot. I didn’t want to suddenly come stomping all over it again. So I wanted to give you that choice.” He wiped the blood from his nose as he knelt down by her bedside, “Do I come back home or do I go back to whatever hole I crawled out of?”
Victoria furrowed her brows and wrinkled her nose at him.
“I…” Esper trailed off, staring down at her brother with teary eyes. Why was she being asked to choose? Why did she have to make that choice? Why was this the only choice she’s been allowed during this whole fiasco? Why this of all things? She hadn’t seen her brother in nearly two years, she had thought he was dead somewhere, possibly eaten by some Pokemon or the like. But… here he was. Asking her to make a life-altering choice for him.
She felt sick.
“I…” The girl blinked, tears running down her face before she sharply turned away from her brother. As she spoke her voice seemed almost devoid of emotion. Almost. “Stop being missing... Come out of hiding… You…” She glared at him from the corner of her eye, “You don’t get to run from this.”
Her brother gave a small smile. Tears began to run down his face, dripping onto his now bloodstained jacket. “I won’t. I promise.”
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Victoria belongs to @victoria-vd
#pkmn irl#pokeblog rp#rotomblr#pokemon irl#rotumblr#ooc posts#offscreen post#miracle eye#connecting roots#tw hospitals#tw child death#tw death#tw gore#tw injury#tw blood#tw panic attacks#tw violence#tw child kidnapping mention#tw child abduction mention
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Hey sooo I felt a lil silly and 'finished' that version of 'if Turbo survived' thing I doodled for the laughs
Below the cut is the uncensored version since the censored bit is gorey
Tadaaa/silly
Also close up, I'm actually very happy bout how this looks
If someone tags this as guro I will scream its happened in the past i do not want it to happen again/vneg
#cw cannibalism#cw gore#cw bug mention#wreck it ralph turbo#wreck it ralph art#wir turbo#turbotime#art#my art#digital art#artwork#wreck it ralph fandom#wreck it ralph fanart#wreck it ralph#scopophobia#cw eye contact#wendells secret stache
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doppelganger
#revisiting akari wraith finally#i think i mentioned a second part to my original post but i dont remember if i said it had louie in it. so surprise it has louie in it#im normal#what would u do if u saw urself with scary glowing eyes killign things at night. id pee a little#tw for blood and gore i think#i suck at drawing those tho so we should be fine#maybe ill do a proper lore dump if anyones interested#credit for the wraith au idea goes to splitsterart lol#anyways tag attack#pikmin#pikmin 4#pikmin louie#louie pikmin#☆ my art#☆ my ocs#☆ akari wraith au
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Cw: Blood, Derealization
Maybe I shouldn't have looked back that day....
ANYWAYS THIS is a new OC I'm calling Ripped! They have literally no lore just like all my other liminal ocs, well except the eyeball one..
@anon-coke @borisboring @scramble-eg @the-second-season
#tw blood mention#tw horror#tw body horror#cw gore#cw eye contact#tw blood and injury#tw blood and gore#tw blood loss#blood tw#tw gore mention#undertale art#tw violence#tw death#tw gore description#tw blood#liminal art#liminality#liminal reality#dreamcore#liminal spaces#liminalcore#liminal photography#liminal core#liminal aesthetic#dreamcore moodboard#dereality#oddcore#liminal#weirdcore#dreamcore edit
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Eclipse: Earlier today, I was arguing with Jigsaw and in the middle of it, he took out his eyes and said, “I don’t want to see you right now.”
#sun and moon show#sams#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#fnaf eclipse#fnaf jigsaw eclipse#incorrect sun and moon show quotes#incorrect sams quotes#incorrect fnaf quotes#incorrect quotes#source: tumblr#aka my missing midnight post#from january 18th#tw gore mention#tw eye trauma mention
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*incomprehensible* —hohohoho! Silly meee~ Let me fix this up and leave you be~ See you soon, mon capitaine~
#my art#Star Trek#Star Trek TNG#Star Madness (across the universe)#Jean-Luc Picard#Q Star Trek#Qcard#William Riker#sorry Riker /jov#body horror#slight gore tw#eye gore#slight blood tw#<- just to be safe#this is what you GET for flustering an entity who could break reality if he’s not paying attention#I feel like I should mention that Picard’s brain is ALSO breaking but local man has sheer willpower and some *slight* tolerance /jov#anyways I love these idiots#cosmic love plus some horror#let q be a cosmic horror and picard wince bc it’s still brain breaking but it’s just “💘’’#rea’s trash
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Valyrian steel cuts clean
He’s read about the blades of his ancestors more times than he can count, relishing in their tales of conquest and glory. They are household tales recited time and again by his ailing father and half sister before him. The conqueror and his sisters serving as ideals, for each of them to mould themselves as. Throughout his life he's wished to emulate them, to make his family proud. To be their sword, their shield and their strength, protecting them with valor and leading by example even when he’s torn down, laughed at and mocked for being unwhole.
Valyrian steel cuts clean
He wishes it were Valyrian steel as the old maester heaves and grunts more than him, stitching the remnants of his pride. A clean blade is what he wished for the night he’s been cut open for all to see. The night his greatest accomplishment is lost to accusations and apathy, bonds broken irreparably leaving jagged edges in their wake.
Valyrian steel cuts clean
The wounds on his body are a testament to his grit. His face is as scarred as what remains within him, yet he pushes forth. He will not disappoint. He will not yield.
Valyrian steel cuts clean
The lifeless head of a future lord lies a few feet away, as he stares at the blade that brought about his demise. The hands of the enemy are clean and his blade bloody, a swift slice left for all to see. He knows somewhere his ancestors would be proud.
Valyrian steel cuts clean
He wishes once, for his thoughts to be consumed by something other than violence, something other than his thirst for vengeance which has led to the death of an innocent. He can hear the screams and still sees his severed body, wishing and lamenting for things to be different. For a different outcome, a different target, a different blade.
Valyrian steel cuts clean
He thinks of the crown above his brow, about the culmination of all that he’s ever wanted, not bringing about the satisfaction he’d hoped for. Valyrian steel doesn’t cut him , neither does it soothe the ache of duty that burns within.
Valyrian steel cuts clean
Nothing prepares him for the rush he feels slicing through flesh like butter, their screams symphony to his ears. He’s a conqueror wielding his blade, cutting down his enemy, carving his destiny. This is what he’s always been meant for. His ancestors would be proud.
Valyrian steel bleeds.
#dark aemond targaryen#angst as usual#mentions of gore blood death#house of the dragon#hotd imagine#aemond targaryen#hotdedit#hotd aemond#the greens as art#the greens#zae's fics#aemond one eye#aemond the kinslayer#aemond imagine#aemond fics
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