#skin ripping

[wolfhidewinter]

WIP of a tf comm :)

[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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[cheeseballsack]

pirated olg manga

[the-purvashadha]

"Would you peel an orange for me?"

I would peel a pomegranate for you.

[cafffine]

you need to listen to Bruce Springsteen’s live albums not just his studio stuff because his crowd work has three modes it’s either “Clarence you should walk me on a leash” or “one time I fell down the stairs and I still think about it….do you still think about it?” or “this songs for my dad who only loved me sort of which was worse than not at all. he’s not in the crowd tonight. or maybe he is. if you see him please god tell me.” and before anyone can react to any of that he’s hootin and hollerin and Clarence Clemons is doing things with a saxophone that are now illegal in more than 15 US states

[pangur-and-grim]

she’s an old girl, but she still kneads dough with the best of them

[th3e-m4ng0]

the fucking. coolant

[hinamie]

just looking at these hand poses was enough to give me carpal tunnel and that's how u know they're prime megu material

[willowser]

i really think having an emotional connection is so important to bakugou sexually.

like, i think he has to be in the exact right mood in order to get off by himself at home alone. can't be too tired, can't be too stressed out, can't have too much on his mind regarding work or other things, and even if it's been a while and his body is sensitive and wanting for it—if his head is not right, he can sit there for hours and never reach his peak.

which is why i think ultimately he doesn't do it that often, because it pisses him off to waste the time and not find the release. makes him more agitated. i think porn for the most part doesn't help him because he's too picky, literature probably helps a bit more, but he's still picky, and his imagination can get him there, but his headspace has to be right.

i think he's slow to hands-on stuff, when your relationship starts, and you can tell he's going to be like that pretty quickly. he responds to your touch like it's an accident; you reach out to hold his hand and he pulls his back like your knuckles have knocked by chance, like you're too close. it's not meant to be a rejection of any kind, it's just—he doesn't want you to touch him if you don't want to. if you don't mean to.

but when he realizes that you mean to, that you want to—

it has him skyrocketing. surprises him terribly, the affect you have on his body, and how quickly, because not even he can always have that affect on his own body.

you reach up to push some hair out of his face and your fingers skirt his cheekbone and he feels like a stupid gross disgusting puddle of mush. you loop your arm through his and lean into him while you're walking and he feels like a prize, like he's yours and you're his and you want everybody to know and that gives him a rush of pride that makes his head woozy.

he's dropping you off at home after date number he-doesn't-know and you're staring up at him outside your front door and he knows he should kiss you so he does and his whole body lights up with a heat he doesn't recognize at all. just from that.

and then he finally gets it: that heart-aching, stomach turning, body shaking want he's only ever heard about, and now finally feels.

[pievyl]

ava ledger art dump YAYYYY i ❤️ ava ledger what ahaha who said that whattt

[painsandconfusion]

“I’m Sorry, I’m So Sorry”

The Merry Whump of May - Day 27

[Mask | Nightmare | Pliers] (tw: skin ripping, kidnapping, restraint, blindfold, sensory deprivation)

Whumpee woke to rasping pain that burned them up their throat. Screams. Their screams.

Thrashing.

Jerking against ropes.

Welts and burns pressing into their wrists and ankles as a cold sweat wrapped the blanket too-tight around them. Their eyelids pressed against the sleep mask, begging to open and stare around for a threat.

But they weren’t allowed anything but darkness. They felt stupid for even trying.

A groan that danced a little too close to a growl breathed over their shoulder. “What.”

Whumpee froze, breath flooding in and out of their lungs at far too quick a pace and far too shallow. It burned icy inside them. Their heart rate quickened as Whumper started to shift, arms slithering out from around them as they say up clumsily - probably groggy with sleep.

Whumpee’s voice was small. Raspy. “I’m sorry- it..it was just a dream - I’m so sorry-” They wriggled as best as they could in their restraints to move however Whumper needed them to. 

“Shut up,” Whumper grumbled, the bed creaking as they stood.

Whumpee’s ears strained for Whumper’s footsteps against the carpet, desperately trying to track their movement through the darkness. A flinch jerked against the ropes as they heard Whumper open a drawer from the opposite side of the room.

“..w…whu-umper…?”

A soft click, and the drawer was closed again. Whumper’s weight tipped the bed down near their feet. No response.

Their stomach roiled, muscles drawing together and coiling them up into a little ball as they pushed back against the headboard. “...w-humper, I’m- I’m sorry, I j-”

“I said shut. Up.” Icy metal brushed up their shin, and Whumpee squeaked, shoving back harder. 

“M’sorry-”

Whumper groaned in derision, then a tiny infinity of agony ripped through Whumpee’s skin as rough metal teeth clamped down on the skin of their thigh.

Whumpee yelped, kicking out with their other leg. “S-sssstotp stopitstp-”

Whumper’s grip twisted, forcing the pain rippling out over their thigh, sour twang spiking through the layers of skin and gripping up their spine. 

Tears were barely welling in their eyes when the blindfold stole them away again, sucking them up like rain on the desert sand. 

“Pl-e-” a shrill scream cut off their words, ringing through the room as the skin ripped away from its place in a wash of wild fire.

Warmth dripped down their leg and soaked into the sheet.

“N-nononononoooo Whumper n-”

“HOW MANY TIMES DO I NEED TO TELL YOU TO SHUT UP.”

Whumpee squeaked to a stop, face tucking into their arm. They whimpered their way through sobs, pressing further away. They bit down on their tongue to keep the begging from slipping from their lips, another sob hitching as the pliers danced over their skin again, looking for a new place to bite. 

“They way I see it…if your mind understands that reality is worse than dreams, you’ll stay the fuck there and let me sleep.”

The pliers did find a place - a little higher up on the opposite thigh.

Whumper ignored Whumpee’s whimpering and twitchy head shakes, starting to twist.

“If not, I guess blood loss is just as effective.” 

[Masterpost]

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[daclium]

Shell

[ghosted-jazz]

Gee Clockers! How come you get to have TWO moms?

[mingjoes]

Had you killed me, everyone would have lived instead. How boring.

Lee Soo Hyuk as Go Bal Gi Queen Woo 우씨왕후, dir. Jung Se Kyo @asiandramanet september bingo: antagonist

[unapologeticearthangel]

2 PAC passport photo (1995)

[jamesheathridge]

AARON STANFORD as JOHN ALLERDYCE/PYRO X-Men: The Last Stand | 2006