#talk of dismemberment

[feverdreamsanddelusions]

5

inspo

[tw language, kidnapping, captivity, hostage situation, stockholm syndrome, lima syndrome, talk of dismemberment]

They weren't supposed to get attached to the hostage.

But spending several days in a stupid little cottage with no one else to talk to seemed to have done a number on both of their psyches, with Whumpee treating them more and more like a particularly intimidating friend, and in turn... Whumper taking a liking to them.

It was ridiculous, of course. At first, Whumper suspected a trap, or an escape attempt. Why else would their hostage go on a quiet little rant about how messed up their life had been before the kidnapping? How the kidnapping had hardly made it worse, quite the contrary. How they didn't mind the restraints, not really, they were just getting really worried about blood circulation. It was the perfect way to get Whumper to loosen them so they could free themself and run.

But Whumpee stayed perfectly still the entire time. They didn't even look at Whumper. They were trembling slightly at the closeness, but they just sat there and let Whumper readjust their bonds without any indication of their desire to escape. But they must've wanted to. Right?

Whumpee kept complimenting the food, too. It was nothing fancy, mostly canned stuff and some instant oats; and yet Whumpee seemed delighted to be cared for, always making sure they thanked Whumper thoroughly.

It had to be part of a plan. It just had to be.

It didn't matter.

"Today is the deadline," Whumper announced. "You better hope they have the fucking money."

Whumpee swallowed and nodded. "What... what if they..."

"If they fucked up? Oh, I don't know. Shooting you in the head feels like a waste. Maybe I'll cut off an arm and send it to them..."

It felt wrong to say that. It felt cruel. It was cruel, but that was supposed to be the point! They weren't supposed to care about the hostage's opinion!

"I can live without an arm," Whumpee mumbled, and Whumper froze in their tracks.

"What?"

"N-nothing. Nothing. I'm sorry."

"What the fuck did you say?" They walked over and grabbed Whumpee by the neck of their shirt, barely able to tell what made them want to hear that again so badly. Was it because they wanted to slap Whumpee for it? Because they thought their victim had implied their family wouldn't pay, rendering the plan useless? Because of perceived defiance? Or was it... something else?

"I said– I said I c-can live without an arm," they choked out. "I'm sorry, I didn't– I didn't mean anything by it, I want to keep my arm–"

"Why the fuck would you say shit like that? Huh? What's wrong with you?"

Whumpee shook their head, tears trickling down their face. "I just don't want to go back! I– I'm just happy you'd allow me a few more days with you, even if– even if it'd cost me an arm! I just don't want to leave! I hate them! I hate them so much! I, I hope they don't pay–"

Whumper slapped them across the face and let go, allowing their hostage to crumple to the ground in a sobbing heap. Fucking idiot. What a stupid thing to say.

"I can't believe I kidnapped someone so sick in the head," they grumbled, and Whumpee curled up tighter at the insult.

Fucking hell.

They were already hoping the stupid fucks wouldn't pay, and now Whumpee had to say it out loud?

[stardynamite]

Anyone remember that one fanart where leo gets his arm portal chopped? Because I do lmao

I forgot the artist but it inspired me to draw this, we need fics about this specific scenario because I would love it so much lmao

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: dismemberment / ]

I think a lot about how Leo’s rescue could have easily ended in him losing a leg as the portal snaps shut on the Krang still clutching the limb, or, alternatively, only having Leo’s right arm make it out, still held dearly in his brother’s hand as the rest of Leo is left behind. (The latter hits even harder, as it directly parallels his future self in the worst of ways.)

I think a lot about how so many things could have gone wrong during the course of the movie with even a little bit of a change, but it really is harrowing how much of a coin-flip the entirety of the Prison Dimension rescue was.

[wraithsoutlaws]

A rare, quiet night

[cherubchoirs]

[ultrakill]

war & peace (i)

[anonymouspuzzler]

extremely tw blood and gore below im not joking

if only we'd met under better circumstances dot jpeg

[galaxygermdraws]

Impulse candy man au:

I bet the rest of ZITS was a little confused why impulse was pink and gooey, but hey! At least zed could mess with him like clay, let’s just hope he doesn’t mold him into a sheep or something…

zed is completely unaware of the nonsense impulse is goin thru bc impulse insists it fine until his hands just. Fall off. Ofc once all is said and done Impulse is still stuck being pink. Hes not as melty though!! Still melty just not As melty.

[ispyspookymansion]

i need to make a zine about navigating the (professional) world as a trasmasc dyke so bad i feel like i could chew all my fingers off

[halfdeadsacrifice]

The rhythmic scraping of Lalanika's knife against the sharpening iron provided a morbid percussion to the whimpers of the latest unfortunate soul to wind up on her table -- whose hand wildly grasped, and then closed in a fist around Vijay, the assistant's, wrist.

She spoke in the same aching whine that Vijay had heard way too many times. "Please, you've got to- you can't be-"

Vijay rolled his eyes, and didn't bother hiding it. This one would be dead within the month, just like every other victim not named Vayu, and everybody knew it. Vijay definitely knew it. Lalanika, no matter what outcome she hoped for, had to know it. Even the woman on the dinner table today had to realize her life was basically over. Keeping up appearances was as useless as begging the cannibal's assistant of all people for help.

With a sharp tug, he pulled his wrist out of the hold, and replied, "Hey, don't ask me for help just because you couldn't outrun a frail old dead lady."

The scraping of steel-on-steel stopped for a beat, and then resumed. But the victim was suddenly a lot quieter now, though still looking up with wide, despairing eyes.

Honestly? That kind of interested Vijay -- had he struck a nerve? Only one way to find out, he supposed, and that was to do it again. He loomed over the table, with a mocking grin on his face, as the woman flinched away from him.

"Ooh, how fast was she, actually? Because it takes her forever to get anywhere just in this house." He gestured to Lalanika's feet, twisted backwards, as was the case for many undead creatures. "There's actually a room upstairs -- you'll see it once we're done here -- but it'll take her even longer to get up all those stairs with her, ah... condition."

Vijay looked over his shoulder and called to the ghoul of the house, "Why don't you let me take her up this time? Get some rest, dida, have an after-lunch nap like us normal folks."

Without responding, Lalanika turned around, and lumbered to the table.

"See what I mean?" Vijay whispered to the prisoner as Lalanika approached, with a snicker. "That's how long a few steps take. Now imagine how long-"

Suddenly, Lalanika swung and stabbed the knife into the side of the woman's neck. With a single jerk to the side, she sliced the neck entirely open.

A moment of convulsing agony stretched on. Lalanika spared but a glance to the mess she'd made and stared, unblinking and unmoving, at Vijay and dissecting his reaction -- how he stood frozen in shock, how this was something he'd seen before, should have been used to, and yet the quiver at his fingertips betrayed how his animal mind was screaming to get away.

When he regained the ability to speak, Vijay babbled, "Wait, I thought we- you said were going to-"

"We will," Lalanika said in her hoarse, grasping voice -- she was talking about her constant attempts to recreate whatever accident of fate allowed Vayu to survive being carved up for months, but no-one else. "Another day. Today is... a day of impatience."

With another quick, jerky stab, Lalanika dug her blade between the ribs of the recently-deceased. She cut deep and wide enough to dig her claws in, and laboriously crack open the chest, revealing the flesh and organs within. Not a split second sooner was it all open to the air than did Lalanika dig her claws and teeth into it.

Vijay registered the corpse's blood dripping down his cheek, still warm, as he watched the gory feast unfold.

Lalanika lifted herself from flesh and blood with a heavy sigh, and a guilty expression. "No, no... cannot eat too much."

She pried herself away from the table, and dragged herself to her workbench, reaching for her bone-saw. She grasped it with both hands, and pointedly stepped towards Vijay first -- even hunched over, and not that much taller than him to begin with, she cast a shadow over the room. "When she is in pieces, help me carry her to the cellar."

As the adrenaline drained, her message became clearer. Remember that it could always be you on my table.

Vijay silently nodded, and watched her step back to her work.

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

I DON'T UNDERSTAND, HOW ARE YOU ALL STILL SO HAPPY?

alt vers b/c i'm not sure if the colors on the final vers came out the best

[syr4h]

being his good boy isn’t enough anymore i need him to rip me apart and fuck me with my own dismembered arm while i bleed out

[borgeslabyrinth]

DISMEMBERMENT!?!?!?!?!?

[n0phis]

Are requests still open?

Can we get more Ghostbur crumbs pls. 🙏🙏🙏

s’more doodles and also insight into the design eheheh >:) this is a little spooky tho ! im taggin but also jic

lil man is all jacked up from being a corpse for a few days before he was actually. yk. Manifested. all that stuff is sorta intangible in my head rn worm curseworm has some funky ideas for it but i dont think i can explain them properly but >:)

EITHER WAY stitches and shit kinda fall over anything that was an open/flesh wound, whether it be from falling rubble in lmanburg on the corpse or it falling down further into the wreckage, just so he doesnt look QUITE as janked up as he would with a whole flap of face hanging down. there are much worse wounds under the sweater, generally from scavenging animals around the most easily accessible area (the initial wound). he hides his hands in the sweater because unfortunately he is missing some fingers

any wounds that killed him do ‘bleed’ blue, he’s almost in a state of stasis with a little trickle constantly coming from his mouth and eternally punctured lungs. anything post mortem will never heal but isn’t necessarily graphic, just… holes and rips and stitches that could come loose rather than dark blue blood and gore.

his eyes are unfocused and dead, his face is sunken just slightly into his skull, he is an adorable little man but just ever so slightly uncanny even with the most wretched parts of his body hidden from prying eyes. his hair almost always falls over an eye, likely to shield others from having to meet his gaze; he has been made aware many a time that his eyes unsettle others and does his best to close or cover them when talking, but due to the nature of that complaint he tends to forget that it was even brought up in the first place. thankfully, the hair has since become a habit and is something of a buffer when everyone has to gently remind him again to squint

he’s not entirely tangible, but not exactly able to phase through much. grass will poke through him when he lays down, but it is very difficult for him to reach more than an arm through a wall. he hovers more than he walks, but his feet tend to drag lightly on the ground and it doesn’t seem possible for him to entirely ‘float’.

anyways! ghostbur things :) lil guy

i may have forgotten some EHEHEHEH

[homunculiii]

i know this is going to be badly received here but the way people on here talk about terfs really shows that they’ve just been frothing at the mouth to find a group of women to spew misogynist fantasies about. the sheer graphic violence (and often sexual violence) described in ‘anti-terf’ posts is so far beyond the way people talk about male transphobes or other bigoted groups and its genuinely disturbing

[wanderingmausoleum]

absolutely obsessed with this concept art of gostoc where he’s visibly covered in blood and holding a knife (x)

[galaxygermdraws]

If Luigi lost his arm, how did he get it back? And also plant horror is really good

I mean Luigi didn't lose his arm, Luigi still has it. It's one of those AUs where Luigi and Mr L got separated through magic frickery or something (haven't thought the details), but since the last appearance of Mr L (at least, by name) was at the end of the game thanks to the Floro Sprout, I kinda just went "what if he had plant bits in his new form" especially because. I mean. He's not even a full person, he's not even supposed to exist, he was made simply as a tool , he has no past, no memories from before the events of SPM, he has vague knowledge (like how he can come up with oddly specific nicknames for Mario, Peach, n Bowser) as well as having certain instincts intrinsic to being Luigi (like knowing he was supposed to have a twin, and thus building Brobot), but like. he was never meant to be a full person.

So he kinda just. Isn't physically fully a person. Part of him is tied to the stupid Floro Sprout. And I don't think Mr. L particularly likes having a plant arm, it prolly makes inventing harder, so he just kinda. decides to lob it off and replace it with a robotic arm because at least then he can use it to invent things (but also...it's safer. He wouldn't admit that the plant arm made him uncomfortable, or that he was terrified he would lost control of it, but the robot arm he can control. It's his. He was missing a human arm ANYWAYS so like, why not replace it with something that vaguely resembles how he should look?)

Also yes Plant Horror is a very good brand of horror I need more of it.