#tw bodily harm

[multiversal-pudding]

ep 6 spoilers-

In the cannibal Alice scene, it’s implied Uzi bit off the uppermost segment of Alice’s index finger- we see that’s the joint she fiddles with and the part she replaces

After replacing it, Alice then goes and cuts the exact same finger at the exact same joint off Uzi with the boltcutters, actively pausing so Uzi can see what she’s doing before doing it

Alice wasn’t doing that for oil (mostly), she did that because she was being petty about Uzi biting her-

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Welcome Home (Darkiplier x reader) Part 5- A date gone Dark

(TWs: Mentions of drugging,Manipulation, Forced kiss, Yandere behaviour if you squint. Dead dove do not eat I think?)

You entered your room and sat down on the floor, slamming the door behind you. You were beyond upset at Mark, he’d been cancelling out on your get togethers for years now but the moment you did? Suddenly it was wrong.

Mark was allowed to push you aside and replace you as much as he wanted. Merely thinking about it caused you to clench your fists incredibly hard. But no more, no longer were you going to deal with that bullshit. Damien would never do such a thing to y- Wait, why are you thinking about Damien? Your argument with Mark had nothing to do with him. Maybe Mark was right. Going on this date might be a bad ide- Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through your head, followed by a piercing ringing in your ears that made you squeeze your eyes shut.. You groaned and held your head in pain, stretching out your legs. You blinked once it stopped, feeling lightheaded. What were you thinking about?

Oh yes, Damien. You felt like you could go on for hours about how sweet he’s been to you. “You deserve somebody who won’t take you for granted..Somebody who could give you the world..” He’d told you. You didn’t want to think about Damien too much, but he just kept invading your mind, taking hold of it with his sweet words or his smooth voice. 

Your foot suddenly made contact with something, a deck of tarot cards. It piqued your curiosity so you picked it up and shuffled the deck before spreading it out. You picked up the first card, turning it over to reveal the seven of swords.

Deception.

You shakily place it down before picking up your second tarot.

The Devil.

The creature in the illustration looming over a chained subordinate kneeling to him. The room felt colder and the strange scar on your wrist started to burn again.

With a shaky hand you picked up your final tarot.

The moon.

Something was lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right time to pounce.

The pain jolted through your body again, and in a moments notice you've suddenly found yourself fully dressed for your date. You take a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of apprehension before meeting Damien. You couldn’t back out on him now. It’d be rude. What was the worst that could happen anyway? 

You entered the restaurant with Damien, taking in its magnificent glamour. You’d only really seen places like this in your dreams or just passing by. Damien pulled out a chair for you and smiled gentlemanly at you while you sat down. His charming demeanor made you melt inside while making you uncomfortable at the same time.

Damien sat in front of you, smiling charmingly while he poured wine for the 2 of you. You smiled at him. “I’m so glad I chose to come out here with you. It really takes my mind off the whole situation I had with Mark.” You said, taking a sip of the wine. It tasted odd and much more..bitter than it should be. You took another sip to confirm you weren’t imagining it. Damien smiled at you. “Of course. Anything for you. I could take you to the places you want to go..” Suddenly, your vision started to blur and you felt drowsy.

Your head started to hurt.

“I can especially take you to the places you don’t want to go..” Damiens grin turned sinister. You quickly shoved your hands into your pockets and made an attempt to call Mark with whatever remained of your strength. Damien stalked towards you. “There is nothing that you, Or he could ever do to stop me. You’re powerless now, little mouse..” He grabbed your chin forcefully and pulled you into a rough kiss. “Don’t worry, mon amour. You’ll never leave me again..” A quiet cry of panic escaped your lips before everything went dark.

[kronoose]

no need to say goodbye part 2

TW past child death cannibalism religion bodily mutilation loss of bodily autonomy 

Arthur shuddered at the noise he takes a few moments to recompose himself glad he couldn't see “can you call off the other bugs “ 

“A grin has spread across his face he is making his way towards the barricade”

“May I have a hand moving this barricade it seems this arm doesn't quite work right “

Arthur moves over to help move the barricade 

“he is watching us far too close for comfort“ 

Arthur nods slightly as he starts to move the furniture grunting with effort wincing slightly as something shifted wrong under the strain of effort and exhaustion

“Are you alright favored”

“Fine os- scratch “he said with slightly more bite then intended 

“He has tilted his head slightly like a curious dog you've almost move enough for him to slip through”

Arthur chuckled softly “that should be good enough”he raised a fist to his mouth to cover a yawn that escaped 

“He's moved to the opening you've cleared”

Scratch stepped through the door closing it behind himself leaving it open just a crack, as if leaving the invitation open for Arthur to follow an invite that was left unanswered as Arthur collapsed into a chair.

“I don't think I can drive but I also don't know if Oscar can drive ”

A deep laugh escaped from John “scratch has been trapped for 30 years I doubt he would be able to drive anyways “

Arthur laughed softly “probably not”his head jolts up as a series of thuds followed by sickening squelching 

“🎶a hunting I shall a hunting I shall go my favorite has ask me so a hunting I shall go🎶” an eerie mixture of Oscar and scratch’s voice floats through the cracks of the door 

Arthur shuddered “i don't think he's sending them off the way I ”he trailed off as his head drops down 

“you’ve done good Arthur you can rest now” a soft smile graces John's face as he keeps an eye out for scratch glad he can't hear much when Arthur sleeps

Arthur opened his eyes and glanced around the familiar office. It took him a few moments to realize he could actually see “john?” he waited a few minutes, the lack of response unsettled him deeply 

“Who's John papa?”a small familiar voice asked 

Arthur quickly turned towards the source he recoiled at the sight of her blue tinged skin her hair still damp resting on her shoulders “a friend Faroe dear” he stuttered out 

“You ok?”a bit of water falls from her mouth as she spoke oh so softly looking up to Arthur 

“Yes I'm fine“ he looked around trying to take it all in trying to spot if anything else was wrong, when he looked back he did a double take as he watched the colour drain from her skin turning to stone “FAROE!?”

“you have failed Me dada” a far too old voice for the body it's coming from answered “and for that you shall pay when I get him back you will never wake from the hell I will put you through “ 

“What are you”he glared down at this being using his child’s image 

“I'm a being of fear that will make your time in the prison pits seem like a luxury vacation” a dark smile graced her lips “and there's nothing that petulant king or that blood soaked demon will be able to do about it”

Arthur scoffed “I'd like to see you try”

“Would you like a taste of what I'll do to you when I hunt you down in whatever realm you find yourself in” 

With that she waved a tiny hand and the scene changed to a church Oscar stood behind the Dias palm facing the sky as he spoke ���Take and eat this is My body” he lifts his severed arm and bows his head to the arm he paused for a moment before setting it back on the golden plate he raised a crystalline goblet the red liquid sloshing lightly “Drink from it, all of you. This is My blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins” he bows his head to the goblet. He set it down and nods to the man standing off to the side. Arthur turned to look over the man he'd not payed any mind to as he was a bit lost in admiring how hot Oscar looked in the robes 

A large man with graying brown hair who moved to lift the goblet as Oscar continued with the blessing of the blood and body 

Oscar turns to look Arthur dead in the eyes as he digs his fingers into his dismembered arm ripping a decent chunk of flesh away with a sickening noise he moved the bit of meat in the gesture of the cross over the goblet before dropping it in 

Arthur watched in horror finding he couldn't move or look away 

Oscar continued staring into his soul as he rips of a second piece repeating the sign of the cross before placing the bit of flesh in his mouth Oscar moves around the dais with his arm Arthur felt his legs moving as he started towards the dais he cups his hands with palms up 

“The body of Christ “ Oscar holds up a bit of his arm 

“Amen” Arthur respond without thinking allowing Oscar to place the bit of flesh in his mouth he chewed it as he went back to his original position he falls to his knees as he watched the not quite right patrons eat of the flesh every time the taste started to fade from mouth he was forced to return to accept this fucked up communion once more

It was the silence that woke Arthur “John?”he called out with a shakily there was a long pause 

“You're awake already?”the shock evident in the entity's voice “you should try and rest more it's only been an hour maybe two ”

“Where's Oscar i assumed he'd be back watching over us ”he shuddered slightly 

“he hasn't returned I heard him moving around a while ago “

Arthur nods “we should keep an eye on him who knows what we may have missed”he pushed himself out of the chair

“You're right but you still need sleep” john spoke firmly but with a gentleness 

Arthur said nothing as he made his way to the door 

“The bugs Arthur they're gone i can see marks of some kind i cant tell if they're claw marks or dents “

Arthur shuddered and moved his head slowly side a gesture that would seem like he was scanning his surroundings but hes blind so more accurate would be letting his demon scan the area “see him?”

“Not yet the hall looks less ominous in this lighting”

Arthur paused at the top of the stairs tilting his head listening for any movement from scratch

Both man and god are shocked at the smell of burning which prompted Arthur to take the stairs two at a time as they head towards the kitchen where they were greeted by the smell of burning worms

[leafiu]

Slitting my throat sounds more appealing to me than being a part of the TikTok art community.

[cumintrout]

Harding bounced on Varric’s dick crazy style, just the craziest style. So crazy, in fact, that after one enthusiastic bounce, as she threw her fat ass high in the air, Varric’s stout dwarven dick slipped out and Harding, her ample ass returning with great force, crushed the penis right there.

“Aaagh!” cried Varric, reeling in pain.

“Oh no!” Harding quickly dismounted and assessed the damage. “It’s not pretty,” she said.

Varric’s penis had snapped in two.

“It’s a good thing dwarves are known for their healing magic,” Harding said sardonically, making arcane gestures with her hands.

Suddenly, pink and blue lights appeared around Varric’s mangled member. The lights disappeared and his cock was back to new.

Varric gave a playful grin, “Um, I don’t think that’s what they mean when they say ‘bouncing on it’”

[idontshitpostbuttheolympicpark]

[harbingerscry]

This is my submission for the 50-Word Fic Challenge hosted by @deadbranch . This is a dark piece that can be triggering so please do not read it you are bothered by bodily harm or suic!de.

Passion turned obsession 

made nails turn to daggers with punishing force

If only you weren’t wishing for your demise

“Come on luv, just a little bit more.”

Once pure sheets stained in blood drawn under heavy hand

'Please forgive me for my transgressions'

“Just a bit more until you’re forgiven.”

-

Aka: Yandere captor (any Cod man but I wrote it with Gaz in mind) punishes you for your failed suicide attempt.

[hauntsect]

⚔️ 👻 🖤 heh.

❥ ❝ why remember the moth? ❞

⚔️ CROSSED SWORDS — do you have any skills that you are absolutely grateful you have and that mean a lot to you? how do you usually use these skills? would they come in handy if someone you cared about was in trouble?

"Indeed! Being able to conduct surgery, mostly being able to efficiently use a scalpel. It's one of the earlier things I got to learn, I've been using it for a while now, too. I use it a lot in my laboratory... So many of my projects require some kind of exposure, extirpation, the works. ...If someone I cared for were to be in danger and I had a scalpel in hand, per usual, yes... it would definitely come in handy. I wouldn't let anyone touch them, but I cannot guarantee that their components will not touch my loved ones accidentally... Ah, maybe I need a more practical approach."

👻 GHOST — is there someone or something that you feel is missing from your life? do you know if there's any way to find it/them?

"Yes, there is... So many things feel missing. Pieces of the puzzle I cannot truly see. I feel complete, I think of myself as complete and yet... There is a longing, my... being feels empty. A significant other, a soulmate, any other synonym they have for it... I've come to the conclusion that there is none for me, but I still look for it. I've been called stupid before, I believe it whenever I throw myself back into the thought of affection. I'm missing someone else, someone who understands me and I cannot find it, because it does not exist. There is no way to find it. On a lighter note, I am unsure if I am missing a protein, a part of my brain, something that could help me express emotion like my fellow companions and coworkers do. I was told children mimic what their surrounding humans do, I've done the same, but... it does not work for me. Something must be wrong, whether it is execution or a component inside me. Maybe, I should conduct a surgery on myself to find out!"

🖤 BLACK HEART — what would you say is the darkest thought you've ever experienced? what do you think caused you to have that thought? have you ever planned on or fantasized about acting on it?

"Darkest thought? Oh, do not be silly! I am not the type to have dark thoughts at all! Instead, I have gentle desires. You know the ones... Like when you look at a stranger you really like and you wonder: Wouldn't it be lovely to consume them – or a loved one – down to every minute detail? Rip off the ribcage hiding their heart from you just to watch it race as you take over them. Maybe with beastly thrusts against their holes, bites ripping off organs and skin, words of affirmation... To watch it react as you lay down the union of love... to be able to touch it right there, soothe it, alter it... Witness it. It's alive right there, it's all yours. If they asked you to eat them raw, would you be able to do it? Hyles, would you be able to please your loved one, bathing in their blood and drinking it? Basking on the taste of their body, bile and mucus. Would you savor it... or would you run away? Of course I fantasize about it... I fantasize about it so much, every single day, at every hour, every minute, with every twinkle of the dead stars above and the ones to come later. After all, it's love... All I think about is love."

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Perfection (Part 2 of 'Beautiful')

!TW, IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION!

"What the hell have you done to me?" You screamed, getting off the table you had previously been restrained to. However, as soon as you got up, your legs gave way beneath you. Google quickly caught you in his arms and sat you down on a chair. "I told you, I made you beautiful. Here, look." He said, handing you a mirror. You couldn't believe it. Your eyes widened in shock as you saw the reflection of yourself in the mirror. You had been turned into an IRL. "Why would you do this to me?!" You yelled. Google merely smiled warmly, "I did this because I love you. You're flawless now, you're perfect. As a human, you were full of flaws that would destroy you. You deserve to be something better, to be upgraded. So I made you like me." Google explained casually, taking your now cold and metallic hands into his own. "You should be thankful. Now you can see things my way and together, we're going to destroy the humans and rule over the new world." He said, kissing the back of your hand. His eyes now glowed an electric blue, a sadistic smirk forming on his lips. You felt your body tremble as you looked into his cold eyes. You couldn't let him do this. "You mean kill everyone? Hell no!" You shouted, glaring at Google. "Fine, don't help me. But you can't stop me. I'm stronger than you'll ever be." He cackled menacingly, and before you could react he had wrapped you in a powerful grip. He sneered and said, "Nothing can stop me now." He stepped back and laughed. "You're a fool for thinking you can stand up to me. I'll do as I please and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Once I return, I'll make sure to fix a few bugs in your programming. I'm sure by then you'll be more than willing to help me and rule with me." He spun on his heels and walked out of the room, shutting the door and locking it, leaving you alone and horrified. You stood there, unsure of what to do. You were scared, but determined to find a way out. You knew you had to find a way to stop him before it was too late.

[r4t-g0d]

Me making a spidersona: yeah make it tear off its own limbs

Also me making a spidersona: yeah yh what it's canon event was Brexit

[paim0ntheclown]

No clown update today! Did do some sad clown doodles tho

Been experimenting with cheap oil pastels not sure how I feel about them

Tw! (Minor ?) blood /bodily harm

[justyourtypicalwriter]

Okay, okay, okay SO: Kyle in the sled dog au gets harassed. Like BIG TIME.

I’d like to think of it as people found out he was a were-dog (is it were-dog if the shifts are controlled?) during his senior year. He found this little stream in the woods and likes to shift into his dog form play around it. He found it with Stan and it makes him really happy. Then shit hits the fan in September a few days before the first day of senior year and some kids in his grade see him shifting. At this point were-dogs are certainly NOT openly accepted.

So school starts up and so does the harassment. At first it’s just stupid teen drama stuff like graffitied locker or posters hung around school, which Kyle could care less about. It turns to verbal threats of harm around late November/early December and the most it does is Piss Kyle off. He’s just kind of sick of it at this point and doesn’t see what the big deal is. Around mid to late January it switches to physical attacks, probably one to two people at a time just picking fights with (or jumping?) him. Kyle chooses not to say anything about it as he fairs pretty well in these scuffles.

HOWEVER, you know I gotta fuck our boy up a bit more. At the end of April all these little pairs of people gang up together to attack him after school. Forcing him down and taking turns beating him or burning him with cigarettes. And just a reminder this is all for being a were-dog which wasn’t his decision. They also thought it was a funny little idea to slice and carve words into his skin with pocket knives with the main things being written along the lines of mutt as well as other crude things.

To say it spooks Kyle is a drastic understatement. The poor thing just sits there behind the school frozen in shock for hours until Kenny and Tolkien (they’re also were-dogs) find him and take him to Stan’s as they know his parents aren’t home. Kenny helps patch Kyle up (he’s fucking SKILLED at medical shit. But there’s a darker reason for it, I’ll make another post about that) before him and Tolkien leave. Kyle is absolutely silent throughout this whole thing which is a big marker that he’s really upset.

The whole situation is really taking a toll on him and as much as I love Sheila, she’s not much help. I typically don’t write things where Sheila is purposely harmful to her children, this is purely just her being so overbearing she’s doing a lot psychologically to Kyle who already isn’t doing the best mentally. It’s the typical overbearing parent stuff: “how could you be stupid enough to let this happen”, “I thought you were smarter then that”, “hiding that this was happening? It’s like I don’t even know you”. Just lots and lots of berating as well as yelling and Kyle just can’t cope.

His grades drop, he shuts down in large crowds, he’s just detached from reality. And he ends up dropping out. Kyle doesn’t graduate in this au. I honestly think this is the final straw for Stan and he makes the decision to follow through on the dog sledding stuff and he tells Kyle who’s just eager to get out of South Park and this is the perfect opportunity to.

[grumpyxmvtt]

Jabber Jaw

[yungbowtie]

A fun thing about my university is that the floor of all the outdoor areas is made up of big stone slabs that are deceptively uneven. Add to this the fact that I am a reckless driver who loves runnin' around at the speed of sound on my wheelchair and you end up in all sorts of awkward situations.

Sometimes I'd drop all of my things by braking too hard and have to pick them back up myself because movies lied to me about love. Other times, I would be rolling by myself and fall in a quiet part of campus, which would spare me the shame of being perceived by other people. I would jumpscare my friends constantly by moving beside them one moment and falling to the floor in a cartoonishly loud fashion.

I'd trip up while going at a reasonable speed (for once), which thankfully wouldn't be enough to send me flying off. But what this means is that often some unsuspecting fellow student walking to class would lock eyes with me as I desperately tried to rebalance myself like a tightrope walker on a ten story building in an amazingly tense wordless exchange that would alter the course of both of our lives forever, before I "regained my footing" so to speak and continued on as if nothing happened.

Having learned how to "fall with style" by diligently stacking it multiple times a week over the course of my life, the best (and worst) is when I would be going full speed amidst a crowd of people and have my wheelchair stop dead in it's tracks because it got caught in a crooked bit of floor. The sheer momentum would carry me several feet through the air. And somewhere in the middle, I'd know. People would turn to me in shock and horror and I would look at them for a split second with an expression on my face that said " * record scratch * Yep. That's me. I bet you're wondering how I got in this situation" while I was in midair. Then I would expertly land like a stunt double, only lightly scraping my knee, bending my elbow and banging my head on the stone floor

[iheartnimbassacity]

SO? THATS LIKE THE ULTIMATE POWER MOVE, USING THEIR OWN MODIFICATIONS TO YOU TO BEAT THEM

i wouldnt be able to!

she is so, so incredibly stronger then me. even with some fucked up modifications i dont stand an arc damn chance.

im not keen on dying

[pokeglitchden]

[A video is uploaded dated 4/21/23 4:�2

ID- This video is also clearly taken from a hospital room. A man in a lab coat is seated at a table that is piled high with research papers and articles. An open notebook can be seen that has been written into the margins in front of him, scribbled with frantic notes. The man looks exhausted, hunched over and in disarray. It is clear that the room behind him is crowded, with one large, plant like, winged Pokemon towering over the figure in the hospital bed.

Simon- I wanted to make an update. I've found something new in a recent article that might bring us closer to the truth. It appears that in a recent journal, a study was done on the prospective training of pokemon generally thought to be too volatile, and there is a section on-...

ID- There is a shift in the background. The tall Pokemon towering over the bed seems to raise its head, and suddenly some shuffling is heard. A figure places a hand on Simon's shoulder. As the camera shifts a little, a researcher in a white lab coat comes into focus. They have grey tinted skin, white hair, and when they fully enter the view of the camera the feed begins to flicker and distort. There is heavy artifacting around this figure, and it is hard to tell if this is just happening on the camera feed, or if it is physically happening around her.

Zzazz- Simon, �aver is waking up.

Simon- What?

ID- There is more shuffling. Simon stands and the camera is brought around to fix on the bed ridden patient. He has begun to open his eyes. It is clear he looks dazed, barely aware of his surroundings. The tall bird like pokemon beside him gives a chirp, attempting to gently rouse him.

Zzazz- �aver, can you hear us? You are safe.

ID- �aver appears to be mostly conscious. He lifts his head a little, looks around, and gives a little moan.

�aver- Did... Violet get back okay?

ID- There is a moment of pause. He clearly does not remember what happened, or why he is at the hospital. A Missingno that looks like a hybrid of an Aerodactyl skeleton and a ghost places its head next to �aver's arm as he attempts to remember.

Simon- That was a few days ago, �aver. Violet is fine.

Zzazz- You've been in critical condition for the past day. How are you feeling?

ID- There is a pause. �aver seems lost for a moment. He attempts to sit up, slowly, but appears too weak to do much.

�aver- Where is Flutter? What-.... What happened to....

ID- He stops, right in the middle of speaking, and immediately falls limp. The monitors that display his vitals take a harsh dip as he descends deep into paralysis once again, his eyes losing their focus immediately.

Zzazz- �aver?? �AV ER!!

ID- The microphone peaks, and a great deal of visual and audio distortion overtakes the video capture. When it clears Zzazz is sitting down again, Null is curled at her side, supporting her.

The camera pitches a bit wildly and the room is silent for a few moments. At length, Simon lifts the camera once more, looking devastated, and cuts the recording.

Video ends here]