#implied vivisection

[tanglepelt]

Dpxdc idea 176

Danny never expected to see Tim drake aka Red Robin ever again. Especially not when he just escaped the Giw covered in wounds and a Y he’d never like to see again.

Tim never thought he’d see Danny again, according to Danny only one of him could ever exist. The same one they were both certain was from a different dimension. They had searched up the justice league and Bruce Wayne from Danny’s bedroom. A dimension Danny couldn’t leave without risk of the GIW causing a war in the realm.

He had only ever met Danny after one of his opponents managed to shove him through a natural portal. He of course managed to modify his weapons to work in the infinite realms. Mortal safe food not to easy to find. It was mere chance he had run into phantom. From there he ended up waiting in Danny’s supposed different dimension until frostbite was free to let them use the infinite map to get him back home.

He really needed to look into the GIW of that was the case. First he had to deal with getting Danny medical attention.

[blackrosesandwhump]

Lab whump + magic whump snippet

I tried this method and got this :D

#3 Strapped down and #29 Laboratory, from this writing challenge

CW: 2nd pov, lab whump, magic whump, implied vivisection

Escape is impossible. You know that by now. But you still struggle, your resistance pitiful against the straps holding you down. The leather cuts into your skin, tight across your wrists and ankles, restricting your bare torso. But whumper ignores you, their black-clad figure lingering at the edge of your vision.

Something cold and metal touches your sternum. Your breath catches, and you crane your neck up and forward.

An array of instruments hovers just above your body, suspended in the air as if by magic.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” whumper asks, voice slightly muffled behind their black beaked mask. One gloved hand is outstretched toward you, curling slowly, fingers tapping empty space. “Such power. And without ever having to dirty my hands or expose myself to my subjects.” Whumper leans back a little and flicks one finger downward. Pain flares at the base of your throat. You choke back a scream.

“The first incision,” whumper announces. Their mask cocks slightly to one side. “Impeccable.”

Another tap of a finger. Another sharp pain that lances across your chest. Your barely-contained scream escapes in a small whimper.

“So much power,” whumper murmurs. “This way, there’s no limit to what I can do.”

[bowenoke]

not a real hc i have abt the watchers its just that the sentence "the watchers top surgeried grian" is so so funny to me.

I was gonna apologize for the accidental horror but I did remember that this is the story where they beat each other to death so like

[thatrandomsarahchick]

OK, but imaging if Danny was dropping hints on purpose. Like, he starts off super subtle to test the waters, then gets even more blunt when they continue to not mention it.

It gets to the point where he starts gaslighting himself into thinking that there's nothing wrong with his home life, because these literal heroes aren't doing anything when they tell him about it.

DP x DC promp

I see many Danny gets summoned by the JL, JLD or Batfam and what ever.

And it always looks epic or cool. But imagen Danny gets Summoned at point doesn't realizes it, no time to adjust. And then you get scenarios like:

JL get a screaming naked teenager full of soap, because he was under the shower.

Sleeping teen I the summoned circle, cause he was in bed.

Danny dead serious with a paper and a pen in hand looking at the JL "when did George Washington die?" and on the paper stand History exam.

Endless possibilities.

[tourettesdog]

DPxDC Prompt:

Dread gripped Jazz's chest as she raced down into the lab two steps at a time. She'd always dreaded that this day might come-- that her parents would make good on their threats.

The shouts from the lab promised as much.

There's a figure on the table in the corner. She's always hated that table, could always imagine-- a little too vividly-- a person strapped to it.

She need no longer imagine.

Jazz's head swims, her stomach rolling. She almost doesn't notice the too-wide shoulders and the hair, black-and-white rather than one or the other.

There's someone strapped to the examination table in her parents' lab.

It's not Danny.

[hollys-fairy-hell]

Lord imagine Irep taunting Peri in the early stages of him being captured. As much as I love this ship I also love the bitter enemies.

I got carried away with this one. Angst below my friends. Angst below.

Irep doing and saying anything to make Peri as miserable as possible in his final moments. Dev in tow.

Just to stop coming all together when he realises Peri is too far gone for it to even hurt him anymore. Dev suggesting they go back to rub it in Peris face somemore only to be met with a bored look and a “no point his mind is to far gone for it to really hurt him now.” Or something

Irep just bored of it. While Peris only time seeing anyone else was when Irep and Dev came by. He is just alone now. Nothing to distract him from the fact hes going to die alone in a cage. Maybe he was trying to keep it together cause Dev was present. But now fully alone, knowing himself that hes probably not even worth it to Irep. Knowing that must mean hes close to dying. Maybe he wished the pain was more blinding. More mind numbing so he couldn’t think like Irep probably thought. Maybe he doesn’t want to think about how hes never gonna see his family again.

Maybe Dev can sneak a peak at this state of complete misery? Maybe Peri having a little sob begging for it to be over. Just a nice quite little moment of loosing all hope? Curled up in on himself in the middle of the floor where Irep last tossed him about. Quietly begging for someone to come back. To not be all alone. Even if he gets hurt some more. Even if they taunt him. To just not be alone.

I wonder how a 10 year old would react to that. Probably trying to be bitter. Sneaking away again. Finding his dad. Telling himself that it’s the only way to get his dad to love him. Constantly repeating in his mind that it’s Peris fault for failing him. For his rules. Knowing deep down. In is heart that isnt true but theres nothing he can do.

[vladdyissues]

What if Danny's parents captured 'Phantom' and did horrible science experiments on him (including dissection), but 'Phantom' eventually had escaped... and the next day Danny (in both of his forms) became stoic, emotionless and is pretending that night never even happened... How would Vlad react to both Danny's Parents experimenting on him?... Would Vlad lose his love for Maddie and HATE Jack even more? 💔

If he truly cares about Danny—and I believe with my entire heart that he does, evidence by his actions in the show as well as his own dialogue—then yes, I think he'd fall out of love with Maddie very quickly and become even more hostile toward Jack. A traumatized Danny is a vulnerable Danny, easily swayed, and I can see Vlad approaching him yet again and making Danny that offer one last time:

"I could train you, teach you everything you know. Think about the things I could show you, the doors I could open for you. You, Daniel, and I—together, we could rule. And all you have to do is renounce your idiot parents."

After what his parents did to him, I can see Danny accepting Vlad's offer, running away from home, and living out the rest of his mortal days as Vlad's adoptive son—and the rest of his immortal life as the Prince of the Ghost Zone while Vlad sat on the throne as the new Ghost King.

On the other hand, if Vlad doesn't care about Danny and is an entirely evil, one-dimensional villain, he'd probably fall even more in love with Maddie for being so ruthless as to vivisect her own son, inadvertently or not. His feelings for Jack would probably not change at first, still thinking him an idiot and a bungler, but he'd be impressed with Maddie's cold, monomaniacal pursuit of truth and shower her with new spectral surgical instruments and ghost weapons and pharmaceuticals and fund a new state-of-the-art lab, basically giving her all the fuel she needs to make Danny's life hell on earth.

And Danny would have no way to escape. If he runs away to the Ghost Zone, Vlad would find him, or hire Skulker to find him, and drag him back. If Danny runs away in the human world, Vlad Masters, the billionaire philanthropist, would kindly donate his time, money and resources to help the Fentons find their "poor troubled son" again. Perhaps with enough good deeds, Vlad might finally succeed in insinuating himself into Jack and Maddie's marriage, and at long last he would have the woman of his dreams.

By that point the Fentons would be well under his control, eager followers of his rhetoric (especially Jack), and Danny wouldn't stand a chance in either realm. There'd be no way out for him.

Well. Maybe one way. But there'd be no coming back from that.

[hugsandchaos]

Chaos Deprived!Shadow: Just don’t tear me apart in the name of science, that would be enough.

Chaos Deprived!Amy after asking if he’d like to be friends: Woah! The bar is so much lower than I ever imagined!

[hyper-real-hedgehog]

and Jazz is so done with it "hey Maddie lets destroy the ghost, no Jack lets dissect the ghost, i know lets catch the ghost and rip him apart molecule by molecule"

Reality Trip keeps giving the vivisection fic writers fuel

[harpieisthecarpie]

to every entity populating online book and writing repositories with ai garbage: i hope the crushing weight of your inadequacy becomes all-encompassing and suffocating in a way that not even sleep allows you to escape

This includes, but is not limited to, ai pantomimes of:

Picture books

Audiobooks

Fanfiction

Anything going onto a free library resource

Characters, done by feeding actual writing to a 3rd party site

Scripts

"True" stories and "facts"

[hydrachea]

Name a better duo than ships I'm not into and tags that make me go "HOWEVER,"

[poke-is-a-dork]

Reference under the cut

[fili-oeuvre]

{ INT. CONTAINMENT LABS - CENTRAL HALL }

Samantha led Cosmos through a narrow hall. He made sure to keep pace with her since time. As they walked, he wondered about where she was taking him.

She hadn’t said what exactly or where exactly she was taking him when she came to retrieve him. All she said was that he needed to follow behind her.

He noticed how there seemed to be less and less individual rooms as they went. It was becoming more and more like she was leading him to a more isolated part of the labs.

He wasn’t entirely sure whether to feel uneasy or anxious, but he tried not to think about it. That would cause him to just assume the worse and that wouldn’t help him keep a leveled head.

Besides, he didn’t want to get worked up and then it just turned out that she wanted him to do another obstacle course again.

He just looked down at his own feet for the rest of walk.

Cosmos: [ I hope that… whatever this is won’t be too bad ]

——————

{ INT. CONTAINMENT LABS - OUTSIDE PROCTOR’S PERSONAL LABS }

They finally stopped outside of a large door that opened after only a second of arriving to it.

There stood a very tall no-fur who wore a similar suit to Samantha, but had two dull green stripes on either side of his neck along with the black section around it. His suit was also a dull gray rather than white, with black sections that covered where his forearms and hands should be.

The no-fur had short dark hair that was neatly slicked back and had no visible hairs out of place. It was a bit unnerving how… neat he looked.

Neat seemed like a nice way to put it.

Though that wasn’t what really caught Cosmos’s attention.

On either side of the no-fur’s mouth, he seemed to have two dark "holes" or "spots" that pulsed a faint fading glow. From those “holes”, dark lines went along his jaw to disappear under his clothes and back around towards the back of his neck. It also went down the middle to trace the front of the man’s throat like the natural stripes of some insects Cosmos had seen before in the forest.

Behind the man, a long dark tail flicked behind him. It seemed to have be furry with a tufted end, but something seemed weird about it in a way that he couldn't place it.

Cosmos: [ I didn’t know that they could be this tall! Is… is that a tail? They can have tails?! ]

He looked at the man again and thought of how he seemed to rival even Castor in terms of height.

The tall no-fur looked at Samantha, completely ignoring the small fox who was just trying to take in the very sight of him.

Proctor: Thank you, Samantha. You may return to your other duties now.

His mouth didn't even open and yet Cosmos heard a voice emitting from him. The voice didn't even sound remotely like it was coming from a living being. Maybe from something that was trying to imitate another living being.

He then realized that the voice seemed to be coming from the “holes” on the man’s face.

Samantha didn't seem to react at all to the strangeness of it, but simply nodded and walked back down the hall, leaving Cosmos alone with the strange, tall no-fur.

Those cold gray eyes felt like they were seeing directly into Cosmos's soul. A shiver went down his spine. That gaze made him want to bury himself under a tree and never come out.

Proctor: Please, follow me. *he turned to walk into the room, tail flicking casually behind him as he walked*

Cosmos followed without even realizing he was, as if something in the man’s voice beckoned him forward. He curled his tail around his legs nervously as he looked around the room.

The room was spacious and wide. It sort of reminded him of the inside of a healer den with how big it was. Though, the healer dens were normally full of roots and shelves and other things such as treatment areas that made great use of the space.

This one just seemed to be… empty.

It also had much dimmer lighting than the rooms Cosmos had been in before. The ceiling in particular seemed to be completely shrouded in darkness, but he could swear that he heard something moving around up there.

It wasn’t much of a problem for him though. His eyes adjusted quickly to the low lighting, but he wasn’t sure if that made it better now that he could see what was on the ceiling.

A collection of long, thin… things were nestled closely together, but some were writhing about as if impatient.

It reminded him of how snakes would come together to hibernate in the colder months. Though, snakes seemed a lot less scary than whatever this was.

He was so focused on the center of the mass that he didn’t notice the mechanical tendrils that were quietly lowering behind him. He did however hear the soft sounds that made, but before he could anything a few of the tendrils wrapped around him like a giant snake.

Cosmos: *he tried to gasp in shock but no sound came out* *eyes widened with fear and shock as the tendrils kept him secure in their tight grip*

Proctor: *has his back turned to Cosmos* Don’t even try and talk or fight your way out of this. Some of the other ones thought they could, but it won’t work. Just let it happen, it’ll make my job easier.

Before Cosmos could process what he said a sharp pain shot as a needle was strategically pierced into the side of his neck. With precision, the needle released a substance into his bloodstream, working almost immediately as he felt his muscles to go numb and his head get dizzy.

He couldn’t even scream or shout. All he could do was let out small sounds of pain and confusion as the drug started to overwhelm his system.

More mechanical tendrils moved to hold him up and effortlessly move him to a large table at the center of the room. Moving with precision and surprising speed, the tendrils placed him on the table and holographic restraints appeared to hold down his arms, legs, and head. Bright lights from the ceiling blinded his blurring vision as he struggled to concentrate on what was going on.

Proctor: *he walked back to stand next to the table, looking down at Cosmos* Don’t fret little one, you won’t feel anything when I cut you open. *he reached down to grab at Cosmos’s face to force him to look directly at him, placing his other hand next to Cosmos’s head to keep himself balanced as he leaned over the smaller being* Just relax and don’t fight it.

Cosmos could have sworn that he saw the tall man smiling as he moved to stand over him. Though, it could’ve just been his imagination.

His vision faded to darkness as the drug overtook him.

——————

{ A WHOLE STUDY SESSION LATER }

Proctor: That will be all for today. *has his tendrils lower the unconscious but intact body onto a transport table, careful not to damage the specimen* *flicks his tail at an awaiting attendant to beckon them forward to take the transport table* Please take him back to his cell. I’ve gotten what I need from him for now.

——————

{ INT. CONTAINMENT B: 213 }

The attendant placed the specimen on the bed before promptly leaving. The specimen was still breathing so they had no reason to stay. Besides, they’d likely be waking up in a few moments as the drug wore off.

In the room, a few minutes after they had left, the small little fox stirred. He was still feeling dizzy from the drug, but he regained enough control of his body to curl up into a ball. He hugged his tail like a safety blanket, burying his face in it as if it would chase off anything that tried to hurt him.

He willed himself into a dreamless sleep.

——————

Part 5…

uhhhh, yeah, um, he'll be fine

(*pats Cosmos on the head*)

Previous: Part 4

Next: Part 6

[moss-and-marimos]

you could literally start talking abt the grossest shit in my tags and I'd start clapping honestly pls do ramble

people who dont want to see talk of the intimacy and eroticism of horror and gore dont click read more vbjdhfdfvj

ougugghghhghghg goes wild its the intimacy and inherent eroticism of gore, sorry if this is a bit incoherent im tired but maybe I will dump more in your ask box another time bvjhdfd, for me its a sort of like fucked up thing between trusting the person to put you back together afterwards and wanting to be understood in a way nobody can without literally taking you apart, I guess kinda similar in a way to like wanting people to know about your trauma in a self destructive way, thats what a lot of it is to me that makes it interesting is the art of self destructive clearly unhealthy codependency dynamic between consumer and consumee, test subject and scientist, im not gonna put my own year old poem here bc it needs some revisions vbjdfd but to summarize it talks about being loved through the restraints binding you, and being seen as what you truly are, some mass of meat, and them taking you apart and loving you anyway. they will see you laid bare, more vulnerable than you have ever been, and they will make the choice that you deserve to stay, or in the case of cannibalism that they want you to be their nourishment. That in trusting you to take them apart, you are trusting them to sustain you. its really fucked and interesting to me. The idea that consumption or vivisection or similar are some warped sort of love, the same sort of way that people will abuse others and say theyre doing it because they love you, is very interesting to me. obviously its bad but its the only comparison I can draw here and its an interesting thing to explore in fiction. its a type of love that is obsessive and destructive and painful and violent and thats why its so interesting. And again referring to that poem I wrote last year "and you wish you could be a better test subject. and with the blood on their hands and a smile on your face you thank them. after all your life is in their hands." and "theyve been inside you more times than you can count, and something about that is so appealing. to be taken apart. to be examined. to be understood. oh how invasive. you long for it" and the fucked up eroticism of instead of having like idk bite marks or hickeys or whatever shit on you you're covered in scars from their invasiveness and tests, showing just how much you belong to them and just how well they know to put you back together. After cutting away everything vulnerable, after getting to just the bones (and maybe even cutting away those too), after seeing the abomination you are, they put you back together anyway, again and again. In both a metaphorical sense of like exploring trauma and trusting the other person with that and in a fictional but more literal sense, it is quite literally exploring the other person, and its incredibly intimate, and requires so so much trust.

[kittzuxp]

There’s something holy about vivisections that i cannot explain… that just might be the ghost and pals

[faultlinesurfer]

After 10 years, I can once again say that Joel was -objectively- right.