#jrwi freak week

[mothmothwoth]

Eat your Heart out.

[skittlespizza]

did you miss the first freak week? did you not like the prompts? did you forget or not have enough time? fear not, jrwi fan, freak week is back for the month of november.

that's right, the week of november 8th-14th.

i fucked up the dates: it starts on the 8th no matter what day of the week it falls on.

use the #jrwi freak week so everyone can see it.

8th, Sunday: Sickness | Amputation

9th, Monday: Rotting | Experiments

10th, Tuesday: Cannibalism/Hunger | Bugs

11th, Wednesday: Toxic | Body Horror

12th, Thursday: Monster | Death

13th, Friday: Isolation | Wounds

14th, Saturday: FREE DAY!

FAQ:

Q: do you have to do everyday

A: no you can pick and choose

Q: do you endorse these actions in real life

A: yes i make snuff films in my freetime.

Q: who can particpate

A: the official freak week stance on this is anyone we cannot control who does and doesn't participate. do whatever the fuck you want i guess. its the internet. literally its just a prompt week and a hashtag.

Q: what can you make for this

A: anything. go on boy, make a clay model of emizel tucker bleeding out. that'd be so awesome.

Q: what tag do i use

A: #jrwi freak week

Q: can i particpate on twitter

A: sure

Q: is there an ao3 collection or something of the sorts?

A: no

Q: my question isn't answered here, where do i ask?

A: just send me an ask. the answer is probably "yeah" do whatever you'd like.

[gorvamp]

happy freak week everyone o7

(i'm unsure if this actually fits into any of the prompts, and if it does i am Definitely late to them, but,, fuck it we ball)

[intertexts]

does this count as amputation? i don't think this counts as amputation.

[canyourlawnmowerdothis]

i know that you've seen all the ways that my body can talk, but i never heard it like, i never heard it like that

[gracklinging-electricboogalo]

fork found in kitchen

[zoppzoop]

day 77 of drawing jrwi characters daily till riptide is back

also day 1 of jrwi freak week: heavy romance <3 and had to put blood in there <3 because bloodshot my beloved. yuri and especially vampire yuri will always have a special place in my heart

(also shoutout to @viv-weylin for WRITING A BLOODSHOT FIC RAHHHH IM SCREAMING) anyways im sooo normal <33333

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[nho-jungle]

im not doing all the prompts for freak week/have merged a few of them for one rlly big piece on the final day due to. being disabled. but here is a wiwi for yall.

day 2 prompt: decay

[sketchthetofu]

Day 6: Isolation

Gillagone my beloved… also bioluminescence that fish!!!!

[mothmothwoth]

Infect me, infect me, you’re trying to infect me.

[ghostiezone]

oh my god, there's nobody who can set me right

EDIT: GO READ WHISKEY'S FIC NOW !!!!!!!🔪🦎

[gilliontidestriderchampionoftheu]

man imagine if william had been decaying just a bit faster...

commission me

[intertexts]

did u know i think abt him a lot!

[canyourlawnmowerdothis]

the guilt in your throat like you swallowed a bone

[s0lar-ch3ri]

LOOK AT MY FREAK WEEK FIC BOY (CANNIBALISM) (INVOLVES MENTIONS OF GUTS, BLOOD, AND OTHER SHIT LIKE THAT) ("a mouth to bite with; wouldnt your corpse just look so nice?")

It’s bad. Very bad. Vyncent halfway is understanding the words here. He’s found little to nothing to eat, and most has been purged only minutes after consumption. His throat is clawing its way out. It needs something it can process. Something like home. Something that he can survive and live with, because the gods know even their place in the terrain was due long ago.

His eyes, hurting from just how different the light here was, lock onto someone. A random passerby. His head hurts. His stomach hurts. His teeth are itching for something. They’re just right there. He didn’t know them. It’d cause him no harm. It’d be fine.

He remembers this feeling too well. It’s not his first time. Vyncent remembers many a time the hunger would hit him, never just was this needed for survival. He knew what skin could taste like. He’s wrapped his tongue around things that were just too humanoid for comfort. He knows how blood is meant to taste. It felt wrong on those rare occasions he indulged, washing his mouth from the tastes. It was never wrong, it wasn’t right, it was just more food. Just more food.

He wiped his watering mouth.

He was not the worst at stealth. He however was not aware how loud he could be, his ears feeling filled with water. They turned around just as Vyncent wrapped his fingers around them. They were a bit shorter than him, a struggle at it too. Rounded ears that barely jut out from the face, and shrunken eyes with rounder pupils. They were smaller then what he knew them to be, he figured it was a fear response. He normally had a half mask as to block out the strange air, but he dragged it down, accidentally catching a lick of his carnivorous teeth, sharpened and ready for this moment, hungry.

In the small area between the tall and strangely constructed figures, the dark surrounded them, one where he felt most comfortable, the light shining at him better with the setting sun. It felt earlier than what he was used to, but everything here is not what he’s used to. The person struggles in his arms. He finds it may be best to start with a blade. Might have protection or be poisonous.

He bites in.

It is not the flesh he knows. The taste difference is minimal, but there. The path to the bone feels less blocked. The meat inside is less thick. Feels like the arm is thinner. Of course, his path starts at the shoulders, sinking in his jaws. The fabric is minimal bother for him, he tears through easily as he pulls back, flesh coming with. As he spits out the fabric, he sees the blood spurt out like a fountain. He wipes his mouth, he knows he’s not done yet.

They do what Vyncent can only assume is yelling. As they try to flee, he grips their arm, flipping them over his head and onto the floor. He hears the faintest crack as their legs hit stone. Tears stream their face, looking behind Vyncent at the world there he never understood. Holding this arm and on a knee, he bites into the wrist, hitting bone quickly. He manages to almost tear off the hand, yanking off the little bits left attached. They’re stuck in fear as they watch him use his teeth to hold onto bone and remove them out, eating what’s left. He feels weak pushes and loud screams as he goes for the motherload. Wielding his dagger, he plunges it into the chest and cuts up, getting the full thing. He rips the cut wide open with his hands. He pulls out guts that seem different than regular ones and rips off flesh bits from the opened wound. He can taste the blood. It had a more distinct metallic taste. It wasn’t too horrid. The meat held good value in its texture for sure. He couldn’t help but to dig in, he was hungry, and you don’t waste good food.

As they scream, its words that bounce off his ears, cries that are left to unknowing ears. One may say it felt wrong, the way his teeth could so easily pierce the flesh as he tore out chunks and pieces. Maybe a bit of a shiver went down his back as he looked in eyes that lost shine, chewing down scraps of skin to satiate something. It couldn’t have been any rewarding, as he heard drowned what he could figure were concerns through ringing ears, loud sounds behind that he thinks were attached to the strange metal beasts. He had to go. It felt strange to hold someone once more, even if they felt slightly off and were not breathing anymore. He knew he couldn’t just leave it here. He’d get hungry again.

He’d need to carve a way to survive again.

[zoppzoop]

day 78 of drawing jrwi characters daily till riptide is back

also day 2 of jrwi freak week: decay

never getting over skelly chip <33

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