#tw dislocated limbs

[timefospookies]

soooo i redesigned sachiko-san cuz her design was NOT cutting it for me<3 below is my thought process behind it :3

before anything i’d like to clarify that this is anything but a professional design analysis or smth like this was just for fun 😋.

the drawing was super rushed and on a whim cuz i just had a lot of thoughts in the moment that were interesting to me and i wanted to get down on a page. i’m far from a corpse party expert and only know the blood covered game lore LMAOO.

also this is in no way meant to shit on the og corpse party artists or writers, it’s just my personally opinions and takes! for funsies :3

anyway!! now with that out of the way!!

sachiko has always been such a bizarre character to me.

like, she’s the twist villain, she’s some little girl, she’s the victim, she’s the murderer, she’s from the 1940s but also from the 70s!?!!

she has such a convoluted story and generally vague motives and GRRRR it makes me a little frustrated because she’s really interesting, but her writing is confusing :(

but anyway, her character is not what i wanted to tackle today! i’m here about her design!

cuz yknow.

for being the all powerful main villain of the corpse party saga, her design always came off to me as very “generic evil ghost girl” to me.

apart from her frankly iconic red dress, she really doesn’t have that many defining features- and more importantly to me, her design doesn’t communicate her story against all!!

sachiko shinozaki was a timid girl in the 40s who was r*ped by her teacher and then fell to her death at 7 years old. how do i even begin to unpack that.

first i wanted to make her seem like she’s from the 40s, or at least nod to the fact. i knew i wanted to keep her hair long and straight like in the game, so i opted to use her outfit as a means of doing this.

since she died in school, i decided to look up some japanese uniforms from the 40s, and i ultimately decided to use this picture as reference because the neck of the uniform looked closest to sachiko’s dress. i also thought that the pin on the uniform could be a nice way to callback to her paper doll!

i wanted to also replace her long hair with pigtails like ayumi’s as a nod to them being related (i want them to look alike also, so sachiko here resembles my own ayumi design). the pigtails are shaped like scissor blades cuz i thought that would be fun :)

for her ghost form, i let her hair down like in the game, but i wanted to keep that scissor-like sharpness so i made her hair all spiky.

i twisted her limbs and messed up her left eye to indicate that fall damage (she did fall from the 3rd floor), but i kept that ripped look on her dress cuz slay. made her eyes read again to hint at the damage she took (feel like i might need to redo her face though cuz it doesn’t feel “i fell to my death”-y enough)

anyway that’s all lol 👍👍👍👍

[yakitori-queen]

Preface (please read!):

This one's pretty fucked up gang. TW for UNNATURALLY BENT/BROKEN/DISLOCATED LIMBS.

This is based on a one-off phrase by Jon Matteson in his TGWDLM watch party during Let It Out where he said "Was that bones breaking?" I'm assuming he meant bones cracking, as in the sound, but this got me thinking of an interpretation of Let It Out in which Pokotho breaks Paul's bones to make him pose and dance.

[lordichamo]

silly little kirin zombie mine. vaguely inspired by the more distinctly nonhuman zombie designs from DS since i feel like they're a little underutilized...

[sashaofravenlock]

She struggled in his arms, panicking as he was easily able to keep her still enough for Beleg to help her. Crimson stained the left side of her skirts, likely only adding to the elves' concerns as they prepared to re-locate her leg. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she cried out, unable to focus on Mablung's instruction and looking down at Beleg.

"Please... please, no..."

“Fuck.”

Both of them swore in unison, which might have been comical if not for the situation. Mablung murmured another curse as he held Sasha still against him. There was no sense waiting for a healer - they had both re-located limbs many times before, and in worse conditions.

“Deep breath, Sasha.”

[zesmoon]

Sylus taking care of his chronically ill pookie // hurt / comfort / fluff and slight NSFW

WRITTEN IN THE PERSPECTIVE OF AN INDIVIDUAL WITH VEDS / SBS AND ASSOCIATED DISORDERS USING THE SYMPTOMS EXPERIENCED.

Tags: Sylus x reader, gender neutral reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, chronic illness, Sylus being a sweetie pie, and sylus being a jerk...

Tw: organ rupture mentioned, joint dislocation, weak skin / bruising, discussion of shortened lifespan.

- His initial reaction to you telling him is his usual nonchalant self. He doesn't really seem to care, but only in the nicest way possible. Externally he's the exact same at first - internally his dusty brain cogs are spinning like mad, thinking 'what the fuck does that mean'

- He will probably buy you a get well soon basket.. for a chronic condition..

- unbeknownst to you, he has no idea what it is and immediately researched it.. and poor gramps didn't know how dramatic Google was when it came to medical conditions so he only thought of the worst outcomes.

S: "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR ORGANS COULD RUPTURE?!"

Y/n: "Sylus, there's emphasis on the 'could'.."

- you have to reassure him that it's not THAT bad, but the whole shortened lifespan stuff coming up does scare the crap out of this poor man.

Y/n: "sylus it's not exactly the most accurate thing.. we don't know if it'll be that early." You assure him, but he clearly doesn't find that reassuring at all, as someone who can't die, he never thought he would feel so strongly about someone who COULD die, much sooner than expected. You can tell it's left a pit in his stomach that won't go away regardless of what you say.

- He's more careful when you two are sparring, or play fighting.

- (in the perspective of a reader who is a hunter) He knows you can take care of yourself in fights. Witnessing you effortlessly slamming a joint back into place midfight etc. gives him reassurance at this, but that doesn't mean there won't be a certain crow checking up on you now and again when you're apart.

- The first time y'all get freaky he's mortified by the amount of bruises on you. How are they so dark? And so big? It looks like you've gotten into a fight.. And the bruises he leaves on you after are even worse.

- And your skin is so soft he can't keep his hands off of you. 😌

- Bless this man when your limbs go numb and you have to wait out the pins and needles in order to move, he knows exactly what to do. Usually you would have to wait for the uncomfortable feeling to dull down so you can move your legs to regain blood flow, but with Sylus around you don't have to worry, although it feels awful when he does it, he lifts your leg and bends it until the feeling goes away, ensuring the blood flow returns sooner so you aren't uncomfortable for long.

- Afterwards he's asking you where all of the bruises are from. "What about this one?" "Sylus I told you I don't know, they just appear! It probably happens when I sleep!" Oh boy do you regret saying that, this man protects you from everything, you might as well be wrapped in bubble wrap.

- If you use mobility aids, throw them out, he will buy you better ones, fancier ones, maybe even custom ones to match whatever vibe you like.

- let's just say he gets a bit too rough one day and there goes your hip, straight out of the socket.. he immediately apologises over and over again, and despite his usual emotional constipation you can tell it's given him a scare as he tries to figure out what to do, asking if you need to go to hospital, if he can put it back for you.. and despite the immense pain you're in, it's still adorable to see him like that.

- you stand up too fast and immediately just stand there and lean against something until your brain descrambles. He honestly finds it kinda cute, and has to hold back the urge to be malicious... His evil lil heart would love to one day rush you to walk forward and watch you fall, but his soft side is strongly fighting against it.

- You do have to talk him out of treating you like you're fragile, which is irritating. You find yourself constantly reassuring him.

- despite his stoic, cold exterior, he does piss himself laughing when you don't manage to lean against something in time when you're light headed, falling over sideways. Laughter is the best medicine, after all. Of course he's concerned, but only for a split second..

- the brain fog is his favourite part. "What did I just say?" You say with an adorable confused expression on your face, or when you place something down and it's as if it's suddenly phased out of existence. He doesn't care if it makes you slightly tardy on your timekeeping, if you're late you're late, you can't help it.

- the brain fog doesn't exactly make it easy to give you tasks.. he ends up sending you a million messages to remind you of what he's asked you to do.

- The man cringes so hard when you're walking along like nothings happening as if your hip isn't clicking loudly with every step. He is clueless to the fact that it doesn't actually hurt every time...

- The first flare-up he felt helpless, being so uneducated and just watching you in pain, hardly able to do a thing. By the time you'd had a few flare-ups around him he gathered a routine. Running baths, getting ointments for your joints, millions of heat pads, practically staying at your side like a lil servant. You insisted it wasn't necessary, since you've functioned through many flare-ups beforehand, but he won't listen.

- There's an emergency box with instructions in case he isn't around so that Luke and Kieran can take care of you too.🥹

[justwhumptypethings]

tw: heavy objectification, conditioning, torture, mention of limb death

art piece whumpee.

strung up and injured and hurt to look pretty and literally exist as an art piece in a gallery.

their arms are folded, intertwined with their legs so that their bony arm is twisted around their left leg, the other under the right, the right leg splayed out and upwards farther. their knuckles go red and their body suffers long term damage for being kept in a stress position like that for so long.

they lost feeling a long time ago. When they eat, they get spoonfed by one of the employees at the gallery. People gather around to watch and it becomes part of the art because the employee has to wear something that evokes whatever morbid image they think it’s displaying.

they get let out twice a day- before and after opening and closing- to use the bathroom, and otherwise they’re constantly strung up. their body is in a constant stress position, and both of their shoulders have been dislocated to achieve it for a long, long time. their vocal cords were also cut. whumper would have just cut their tongue, except they thought that had value to add to the piece, in whumpee licking their scabbed chapped lips, or getting their jaw pulled open. they decided to cut their vocal cords instead.

before they got strung up, they had to be turned into an art piece. Whumper scarred them to all hell, not trying to hurt them, but trying to evoke a certain image. their clothes aren’t normal clothes, obviously, they’re the type of thing you’d imagine on a statue. That type of revealing, robe-ish thing.

there’s a little plaque that sits on a stand next to them, with whumper’s name and credits to them, and the name of their website if any viewers want to buy one of their own to keep, and the title of the piece. not their given name, not the name their mother gave them- the title of the piece.

they’ve stopped being able to feel things a long time ago. They almost dislike when they’re let down, because it gives their body just enough time to recoordinate to normal gravity and walking before getting strung back up. they have to start the process of the initial blood rush, followed by the asleep feeling, followed by pain and then numbness. they haven’t been able to feel their feet or their fingers since training. if they do get rescued, they won’t be able to use either- their toes and fingers both look purple, almost black, from the blood- almost like bad hypothermia. it adds to the look. they think their fingers and toes might be dead.

whumper was looking for the type of look you see sometimes in old rennesiance oil paintings, but more tangible. whumpee’s body wasn’t the only thing they worked on- they looked through different types of bonds- ropes, chains, before finally landing on strings. whumpee is a proper art piece to whumper- they spent hours styling and changing whumpee’s clothes, if you could call it that. Whumper spent days sketching and thinking about ways to string up whumpee- which arm and leg should go where to achieve the most pain and blood flow block up, making their knuckles and every one of their bony joints red and swollen.

alternatively, art piece whumpee who’s heavily conditioned. they’re an art piece. that’s all they are. there’s nothing wrong with the way the viewers look at them or touch them or the mocking way they talk to them. they want to be a good art piece. that’s all they are.

human speech sounds garbled in their mind. somehow, whumper’s training managed to make whumpee unlearn language, all human language coming out strange and gibberish to them. they can’t communicate, can’t understand.

the strings are light and clear, and they give enough for whumpee to be able to move and change their position slightly, but they can’t get out. the strings are wrapped too tight around them, further affecting their circulation and biting into their flesh, leaving permeanant scars. the strings don’t give, despite how thin they are, they’re sturdy.

if whumpee does manage to get out of them, somehow, they’ll be decommissioned. A new living art piece will be up a couple months from now. they’ll hand in a heap on the floor, much too dizzy to get away from the security guards.

they’ve long stopped trying to fight it. They’re a touchable exhibit, and so people are allowed to pinch their cheeks and laugh when their eyes widen or touch them however they want as long as they don’t break their strings. People poke them in the sides and laugh when they flinch, looking over at them with terror.

they’re surrounded by objects- paintings and cloth and clay. Beautiful objects, human expression, but objects nonetheless. they’re left there after lights out, just like all the other art pieces, sitting in the dark for 15 hours surrounded by objects just like them until the next employee comes in to open at seven.

they’re the pride and joy of their exhibit.

[strawberrylabs]

Tw- I'm choosing not to put specific triggers to help the affect of the writing. Please read with caution.

Lyney, who's loyalty to you is rivalled only by his loyalty to Father.

It used to be something he took pride in, and you did too, as a fellow member of the House.

You both often went on missions together.

This mission should've been simple. In and out.

In- no problem.

Out..

Never happened.

It was a set up.

Now here you both were, tied up, facing each other, being interrogated about Father's plans.

It started simple- a slap, a punch, a shallow cut.

Nothing you couldn't handle.

Although somewhere along the way, your captors realised Lyney has more desirable knowledge than you

They also figured out your relationship to each other.

So, they focused on you.

Pulling a nail. Dislocating a limb. Maybe 2. More beatings. More cuts.

Lyney begged them to stop, begged you to be strong.

You tried.

They started carving words into your arms and legs.

"Useless"

"whore"

"unreliable"

That's when you broke.

Screaming. Crying. Begging the Tsaritsa to save you, begging Father to save you.

Begging everyone but Lyney because you know his loyalty would not let him betray Father.

He cried. His pleading became hoarse chokes and whimpers.

It was days. Maybe months.

You no longer scream or cry. Lyney doesn't even think you're alive.

But they still desecrate your body. Lyney learned not to look, yet when he does, be doesnt recognise you.

He's so used to seeing you beaten and bruised, he doesn't fully remember what you look like.

When he's finally saved by Lynette and Freminet, he barely registers their gasps of horror.

It's a blur, the following days.

He continues missions and performances as if nothing happened.

But at night he still hears you. Still sees you.

Lyney's loyalties for Father have always been his top priority.

But for once in his life, he questions where his loyalties should have lay.

[missadmyre]

The Painful Price (Secret Trio + Detentionaire Final Phase HCs/Art)

TW: Blood, slight gore

It's very wordy and has lots of lore, so if you went to the tldr route, this entire thing just explains how ST + Lee's instincts from their powers can essentially obliterate anyone if they're pushed to the brink of death. Okay, enjoy! And thanks for reading!

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Randy Cunningham

He felt the searing pain on his chest, warm liquid trickled down on his torso as he fell on his knees, the ringing sound in his ears being all he could hear.

Randy knew half of his face is out in the open, he was thankful that every citizen is evacuated, lest he wants to deal with a bunch of reporters after this fight, if he'll make it out alive that is.

He was shoved to the concrete ground, the smell of dirt and smoke overwhelmed him. He tried to get up but a foot stomped him down on his stomach, preventing him from doing any action, he winced at the pain.

The jorogumo let out a laugh, "Is that all you got? And you came from under his wing. How pathetic can you be?". Strings of insults spewed out of the jorogumo's mouth, Randy tried to tune out of it.

The dark skies loomed over Norrisville, signalling that it was going to rain soon. It felt as though it was mocking him, with how unsatisfactory the ending of their fight is.

Is he going to die? Out here? Defeated? Thoughts swirled around his mind, his conciousness slowly slipping away. He failed the First Ninja and now he's going to die, he faintly chuckled at that. "What a wonk situation I'm in." He thought.

His vision starts to get blurry, he looked over at Howard, who was pinned down by the destroyed walls of what was once a house. His Tengu-hybrid biffer was shouting something at him, "Maybe he's calling my name?". What's the point of that?

He felt another jab of pain on his side as he groaned, Rokumeyoku was kicking him. He's starting to close his eyes longer, he painfully laughed before letting out a sob.

"I-I'm so... so sorry...".

...

As he closed his eyes, the world turned to black.

...

The Ninja of Norrisville had been slain.

"NOOOOO! RANDY!"

Rokumeyoku scoffed at the sight beneath him, unbothered at the death of a washed-up Ninja. "Pfft, the First Ninja would do better than you." With his head up high, he removed his foot off of the Ninja's chest.

As the jorogumo walked away, Howard sobbed at  the death of his friend, his biffer. He was unable to help him, he felt so useless. With all these powers, and yet he couldn't save him. He glared so hard at the smug yokai, his aura beaming with energy.

I'll kill you...

I'll tear you from limb to limb— I'LL KILL YOU!!!

A large bird-like shriek parted out of Howard's mouth, filled with agony and anger. He garnered all of his strength as he tried to get himself out of the broken pile of concrete and metal, the reason for his helplessness.

Crack

Suddenly, a large cracking sound echoed throughout the battlefield, everything went silent...

Crack

Another crack soon followed,

Crack

then another,

Crack

then another...

Crack... Crack

CRACK

The cracking sound was akin to a bone snapping, like someone fixing a dislocated bone back to it's place. The air became heavier, smoke caused from the battle earlier had begun to dissipate.

A low gurgling sound echoed throughout the barren neighborhood, the smell of blood wafted through the air...

Howard and Rokumeyoku looked at the source of the sound, dreadfully anticipating a disturbing sight.

...

And a disturbing sight it is...

Randy— no, the Ninja stood a terrifying posture, tilting its head as it created a sound akin to a bone popping. His eyes were arched to the back, blood dripping out of his wounds. The glowing symbols burned brighter than the dimming sun hovering above them, of which had been covered by clouds soon after.

He looks possessed.

It walked ever so slowly towards Rokumeyoku, approaching the nervous yokai, who did nothing but stand still, his legs on the verge of shaking, afraid of what'll happen if he dared to run away.

Then, the Ninja started chanting, it's voice mixing both a deep tone of an aged man and the young tone of Randy's. He held the katana's handle with a crushing force, it's blade grating itself on the paved road.

Shakunetsu no hizashi

Watashi no yōkyū ni mimi o katamukete kudasai

Watashi no kokoro no honō o moyashite kudasai

Ha ga chi ni somarinagara

Kokoro no yami o jōka shinagara

Watashi no itami o sekai ni shirasete kudasai

Soshite sono naka ni yaki tsuku kurushimi

ULTIMATE PUNISHMENT: NINJANOMICON'S FURY

With a swing of a blade...

Shling

The battle was over.

{Randy's Final Form: NinjaNomicon's Fury}

- This form's purpose is to protect the Ninja from death at all cost.

- When the Ninja is severely wounded, the Nomicon would automatically place the Ninja's soul into the book and take control of the Ninja's body.

- The soul of the Ninja is then carefully healed inside the book as they were put to temporary slumber (they're still alive, just inside the Nomicon).

*Reminder that a Soul is a spirit with an alive mortal body, Randy is still alive!

- With the Nomicon in control, they have unlocked every single lesson, chants and weapons inside the suit.

- They move at breakneck speed and is way more stronger than the current Ninja's strength because the Nomicon inputted their own power into the Ninja's body, thus allowing the body to exert such force.

- The Nomicon won't stop until the threat is wiped off of the face of the earth, whether that "threat" might be just one dangerous yokai or a whole ass organization, nothing can stop them.

- On the course of the fight, the tears from the suit would be magically stitched back to normal.

- The suit will be further amplified with more magic to protect the body through the use of the glowing symbols, which act as barriers.

- The scarf has a mind of its own, it is carved with talismans and symbols of protection, meaning that if you managed to just be in the range of the Ninja (which is pretty big, 2km wide to be exact), you'd be instantly ripped apart by the scarf if you hadn't been slashed by the Nomicon.

- The wounds would automatically be regenerated even without chanting the Art of Healing.

- Once the fight is over and the threat is gone, the Nomicon would just wait until all of the Ninja's wounds are healed, or at least the major wounds (it depends if the Ninja's body is able to handle the sheer overwhelming force the Nomicon holds within).

- And when that's done, the Nomicon would go back to the book and place the Ninja's soul back to their body.

- The Ninja would have no memories of what happened during the time when the Nomicon took control but their body is either mostly or fully healed.

TRANSLATION: Scorching sunlight

Hold your ear at my leisure

Please kindle the flame in my heart

As my blade gets soaked in blood

For me to purify the darkness within

I beg for the world to know my pain

And the agony that is seared within

Jake Long

Lao Shi had lived for a very long time, he had seen and lived through disastrous events. He also knew many secrets since his involvement with the Dragon Council and the magical community. He expected everything, for he knows how they would turn out.

What he didn't expect was the catastrophic event that would befall on his grandson.

"Jake! Jake! Oh god— Jake!" screamed Trixie as she tried to pat the back of the teen dragon, who was hot to the touch and is crying blood.

"Everything hurts! Help— Help ME! I... I can't! I can't TAKE IT!!!" Jake cried, his dragon kneeling to the ground as he clenched his hands on his jaw, aggressively trying to open it as large sizzles of smoke came out of his mouth.

The literal fire inside him roared greater, the pain that is eating him from the inside out becoming more and more for him to bear.

Spud got a bucket of water and tried to run towards to Jake, only to trip and fall, spilling the water. "What the hell Spud?! Water?!" Trixie scolded, the boy fought back, "What the heck do you want?! This is the only idea I've got!".

Jake is still screaming in pain in the background, the surrounding area full of smoke and flames. The other citizens had been rushed safely out of this part of the city, leaving only them in the scene.

Iso had been defeated, the Greek statue being no more than pieces of rubbles, it still didn't deter from the fact that the damages done between Jake and their surroundings is proof of a hard fight.

The Greek statue had thrown an orb with an unidentified substance inside Jake's throat, the magical protector choking before swallowing it. It had been done before Jake swung his claws on Iso, effectively killing her as she broke down into pieces.

The two friends bicker at the terrifying situation presented to them, trying to think of a way to calm Jake down, all the while Lao Shi stared at the scene.

At his grandson's suffering.

At his tardy action to just stand there.

Watching this with no idea what to do.

"... Shi..."

How could this happen?

"o... Shi..."

Why am I not helping him?

"Lao... Shi..."

With all my knowledge—

"LAO SHI!"

Fu Dog snapped him back to reality, he looked at the dog's eyes, worry plastered in both his aura and his face. "Old man! You know how to treat what's happening to him, right?!" Fu Dog pleaded him. Him.

"I don't know..."

...

"What?"

Fu Dog stared at him worryingly. And he stared back.

Fu Dog looked distressed, who was he kidding, everyone is. Him, Jake, his friends, and soon his parents and sister who would find him in this state.

"IT HURTS!!! 好痛!!! 帮我!!!" The dragon cried, the burning flame with him overwhelming his entire entity. His friends can't help but feel their helplessness in this situation, resorting to comforting their dragon friend by patting him and hugging him.

Something caught Lao Shi's eyes though.

He walks up to Jake, he noticed that he is way larger than he is supposed to be. The rain started to pour, he felt a foreboding sense of dread within him, like he had read something like this before.

The sizzles of smoke from the boy's mouth turned darker, the fire in his mouth burning brighter. A very bad sign. We need to get away from him—

"Jake, my son!" Jake's mother, along with his father and sister, tried to run up to him, but was halted by Lao Shi. "Fu, get his friends away from him." The dog reluctantly followed his orders, dragging Jake's friends away from him as they tried to fight back.

Then, suddenly... Jake stopped struggling, his hands stopped gripping his jaws, eyes now arching back. He faced up the skies, his jaw slightly opened, the silence tensing up the situation before them.

Then...

Grumble...

The dragon's jaw began to open more...

Grumble...

And more...

Grumble...

And as the dragon's mouth opens, a bloody pair of hands began to hold onto the dragon's teeth...

AGGGHHHH!!!!!

A bloodied boy screamed in agony, shaking as he struggled to get out of the jaws of his own beast.

The flesh of the dragon blended with the boy's torn clothing, symbolizing the pain he has felt the entire time.

Smoke and fire accompanied him as he tried to get himself out of his dragon body, like he was escaping hell itself.

And finally, Lao Shi remembered what phase the boy is going through.

"The Caged Phoenix's Escape..."

He was too late.

The rain poured strongly, killing the flames that the dragon emitted. Lao Shi watches his grandson's suffering as he tried to escape his own body, knowing that it'll be a pain when the morrow hits.

{Jake's Final Form: Caged Phoenix's Escape}

- This form's purpose is to let the real body escape the dragon form when severely injured.

*Note: both the real body and the dragon form are separate, the dragon form is like a costume to mask the real body's soul (human form).

- This process is only activated when the dragon form is not able to protect the real body any further and therefore must force it out of the dragon form quickly.

- It's like a fucked up version akin to a spaceship that's about to explode and there's an escape pod to escape to. The spaceship being the dragon form and the escape pod being the Caged Phoenix's Escape.

- It's a very painful process, as it requires the soul of the real body to detach from the dragon form and get the real body to construct inside of the dragon.

- The dragon's firebreathing is increased since it literally makes the dragon's cells regenerate the real body inside of the dragon body as fast as possible.

- When the construction of the real body is complete, all it has to do is to get out of the dragon form before the fire inside of it burns them alive.

- The real body, after escaping their dragon form, is way more sensitive in all their six senses, especially touch.

- The real body cannot regenerate their dragon form until about a month, where they can now transform into their newly improved dragon form (with the same design still).

- Their new dragon form is a bit more stronger than before, now being able to adapt and resist the danger it was dealing with back then.

TRANSLATION: 好痛 - "It hurts"

帮我 - "Help me"

Danny Fenton

Dash isn't scared of anything, be it from shitty food servings, backstabbing muggers in alleyways or ghosts. So why is he getting the chills when entering the Amity Park cemetery?

He knows the quaint Amity Park all too well, he was born here for fuck's sake. He's heard of the ghost stories all throughout his life, both from his friends and from the adults he's surrounded with. Amity Park was known for its haunting atmosphere, so it's no surprise that some horror stories pop up here and there.

It's also the reason why they're going in the cemetery that night...

It was a stupid dare, born out of a ghost story consisting of an anomaly that is said to be haunting the graveyards and making the ghost of the corpses rise from the dead. As he said, it was stupid.

"Y'know Derek, if you really wanna go check it out, go do it yourself, unless you are a coward of course." Pauline chuckled, her hands still holding her flipphone.

"Ha! As if. You are the one who heard about the ghost story and shared it to us, sounds like you are the coward here!" His friend slammed his hand on the lunch table, his grin mocking her statement.

"Oh please, if the story were to be true, I'd at least want to be the one to witness it and become famous in the process." Paulina fired back, rolling her eyes to think of something before cocking her head towards Dash's direction.

"Hey Dash, your gramps is like, a big paranormal freak, right? Surely he has some Ouija board somewhere in your house."

Well that question was worrying, not that he'd say that out loud.

"The fuck are you talking about?"

Paulina grunted, facing her body towards his direction and looked at him, "Oh come on Dash, you scared that you're too weak to face a ghost? I thought you're better than this...".

The popular girl's voice tranced him into a situation he can't get himself out of, not wanting his pride hurt, he huffed and agreed to get the Ouija board.

And that's how they got themselves sneaking into the cemetery at midnight, with an Ouija board in hand and candles on another. "So I heard it's at that grave right..." Paulina scoured the area, squinting her eyes to see better in the darkness.

She then pointed at a grave near a tree, "Over there!". They walked up to the grave, of which was covered up with dust and cobwebs. One of Dash's lackeys observed the writings on the tomb, though it's not much as it looks like it had been corroded due to carelessness.

"So do we just sit down here or?" Dash asked, having only one of his friends agree with him. Deeming it as a good enough answer, they sat down on the grassy floor, the wind breezing gently. "Okay so, we just put the Ouija board here—" Paulina nabbed the board out of the football player's hands, placing it near the tomb.

"���and we just ask some questions!" She finished her sentence, clapping her hands by the end of it. "That's it? Pssh, so easy!" Dash crossed his arms as the popular girl explained what they would do, the others lighting the candles as she spoke.

After she finished her explanation, they set their flashlights down and pressed their fingers on the planchette. "What's your name?" She asked, yet there was no answer. They tried a few more times, asking questions, yet there had been no outcome.

Dash is tempted to fake out the planchette, make it seem like it's moving to get something interesting out of this boring experience. "Huh, you sure this works?" Derek asked, offending Paulina as they bicker.

The group hadn't noticed the sudden shift of temperature, the cemetery becoming colder even as the winds start to calm down. It was only when one of Dash's friends saw a white cloud of smoke form out of their mouth as they speak that they realize that the temperature had dropped.

The group shivered at the cold, "H-hey man, you s-sure th-the weather ri-right now is-s supposed t-to be th-this cold!" A friend of Dash's asked, his teeth grinding. "F-fuck no! N-no way we c-could be having fre-freezing temperatures in t-the mi-middle of summer!" Dash responded, clenching his jacket to chase the cold away.

Suddenly, they saw two figures running in the distance, squinting their eyes, they see a goth girl and a boy with red cap and glasses running away from something, Dash recognized them as that Fenton kid's friends.

"Damn, s-should've known gh-ghost shit w-would attract the F-Fentons' attention." The football player grinded his teeth as they followed the two friends. Though, as they trekked through the overgrown grassy area, they feel the winds springing up again.

And abnormally so...

Grass blades began to flow upwards, like something is uprooting them instead of it swaying around. Leaves began to float too, instead of flowing through the winds. It looked like something straight out of a horror ghost movie.

"H-Hey, we better g-get out o-of here!" Exclaimed one of Dash's friends. Then, the smell of something burning hits them.

"Fuck that! W-We should get o-out of here!" With the cold prickling their skin, they tried to run away as fast as they can, yet the cold is still there, like it always has been.

The loud sound of shrieking hits them, sending them tumbling on the grassy floor. Finding out that they can't outrun it, they decided to hide inside a mausoleum, breaking the lock as they hid.

The moon shined brighter than ever.

The shriek from earlier echoed throughout the area.

...Silence...

An overbearing stench hit them, scrunching their noses in the process. It was the smell of rot. Feeling disgusted, they decide to hide themselves further inside the mausoleum, not wanting something bad to happen to them.

Heavy air dawned on them making the silence more unbearable, Dash saw a figure right above the tree that was rumored to be haunted, and haunted it is...

The figure looked grotesque, its skin rotting as its left arm's flesh was revealed, burning.

Their eyes are gouged out, the emptiness in it's eyes unnerving to look at.

The pale skin of their limbs and feet tightly hugged their bones, showing clear indents of bones like an X-ray.

A large slash had been emphasized on the figure's chest, an equally large green lightning filling up the empty space.

Green fire covered up both their feet and head, likely to hide their disgusting features.

And it was  just floating there... in silence...

Paulina was close to throwing up, and so does Dash and his lackeys. Dash looked away for a second before looking back at the figure again.

...

The figure is looking at them.

...

"Non debes hic esse in..."

"Hggkkk—"

Not wanting to be a part of this mess and scared shitless, Dash ran out of the mausoleum to escape the cemetery, his group following soon after.

Seeing the metal gate, they hopped out of the cemetery and made a run for their lives, forgetting the Ouija board on the grave.

"When I see Fenton's fuckass friends again at school, they better answer what the fuck they were doing in here or else I'll beat the shit out of them!"

{Danny's Final Form: Ectoplasmic Veil}

- This form's purpose is to let the halfa still fight while regenerating their injuries in their ghost form.

- This form can only be activated when an attack is able to penetrate through the halfa's ghost form and manage to injure the human form.

- Only halfas have this form since they are half ghost and half human(soul), which means that they can't just take damage willy nilly as a ghost and regenerate quickly.

- This form is used to protect the human half while also letting the ghost half to regenerate (the ghost half acts as a shield for the human half).

- The energy this form emits depends on how powerful a halfa's ghostly aura is.

- Said energy can greatly change the area the halfa is in; such as objects floating, chunks of walls tearing, strong winds, heavy air and Antarctic levels of temperatures.

- Ectoplasm is in the form of fire because of the rapid regeneration the halfa's body is undergoing to.

- The halfa must be conscious during this form.

- Their powers and ghostly aura are increased significantly to maximize the protection of their human and ghost form.

- Their body automatically goes translucent, meaning that nothing can go past them, even ghostly attacks.

- Thee reason why they're translucent is because now, the human half is exposed, therefore the halfa is in a state between being human and a ghost at the same time.

- A halfa's instinct can cloud their minds depending on how strong their mental fortitude are.

- A halfa who isn't at the best of mental state may act erratic like an animal, as it's only goal is to protect themselves from any potential danger, they'll attack anything/anyone, be it their enemy or their allies.

- A halfa who can handle themselves mentally are able to still be able to control themselves and comprehend their surroundings.

TRANSLATION: Non debes hic esse in - "You shouldn't be in here"

Lee Ping

Drip

Down goes the water droplet...

Splash

Down goes another Hazmat robot from that damned industry.

Li watched at the halls of Green Apple Splat Industries be covered in blood and robot parts. The surgeons who tried to attack them now on the floor, either dead or on the process to be.

He sheathed his katana and and walked down the hall, meeting up with the others as he told them that the path was cleared. "Ew! What the hell!" Brandy exclaimed her disgust towards the scene.

"Seriously Li, this... is too much." Jenny scrunched her nose at the mettalic smell that clouds the entirety of the hall. Li shrugged off the criticism, trudging through the bloody puddles littering the marble floor.

They were at Coral Grove, more specifically, under Coral Grove. The facility it hides proved to be a lot more tightly secured, as dozens of Reaper Mats, Hazmats and blue tazelwurms roam around the place.

They broke in there to investigate the disappearance of Cam, who had been kidnapped on the side of the street based on Lee and Holger's testament when the three of them were heading to school that morning.

Lee had disappeared some time ago when fighting the horde of Hazmats, so now they are both looking for two people, Li groaned at the thought.

Brandy was distressed the entire time, from when she heard the news till now, desperation flows inside her, and Li can take advantage of it. With the severity of their situation, he can use them to initiate his revenge on the death of his Priscilla.

They're both fighting for the ones they loved, right?

Walking through corridors after corridors, they had finally reached a tunnel, its ceiling made of sturdy glass that holds an under-the-sea view, letting them see the corals and marine life swimming in them.

Entering the tunnel, the silence between the group had become unbearing, everyone was either too tense or too distracted at the amazing sight of the sea, Li knows something about it though, perhaps it could break the silence?

"Fun fact, did you know that they buried the bodies underneath those corals? No wonder they look so vibrant."

...

"What the fuck Li!"

Tina, along with the others, were disgusted at the fact, "Seriously dude, why would you say that?" Biffy asked, also worried about what had been stated earlier.

"Holger no like the Coral Grove seabed anymore." Holger, who was mesmerized by the view, had looked away from it after hearing the fact. Li chuckled at their reactions, finding it amusing.

Reaching the end of the tunnel, they found themselves in another facility, they expected some  Hazmats to appear the moment they entered, yet...

Drip

Drip

Blood is splattered everywhere with no Hazmats to be found. The walls are full of scratches and charred stains, most likely caused by a missed shot from the Hazmat's guns. As if the atmosphere wasn't horrifying enough.

The dark corners that surrounds the area scared most of the group, Tina shined the area using her phone's flashlight. Continuing their search, the blood and the scratch marks became more frequent  and more gory, terrifying them greatly.

The chill air didn't help to calm the nerves of the teens, doubting their reason to come there in Coral Grove. Water seemed to leak from the ceiling, most likely due to them being under the sea and its pressure trying to crush them.

"Guys wait! I think— Tina, shine the light over there!" Jenny pointed an unlocked metal door, shining the light over it, it looks as though it's a file room full of possible information, but for what exactly?

Li entered the room first, trying to find some information to help stop Cassandra's little project. With Li being safe, the others entered soon after, trying to find some information about His Eminence and the reptile's history.

Biffy ran his fingers through the stacked folders, searching about what the mysterious Pyramid under the school is truly all about and how its effects on both him and Lee would affect their lives. 

Especially since they now know that the permanent ink Mr. Ping used to cover Lee's mark came from the Pyramid itself and the inhumane strength Biffy has acquired came from it too. But why him? How is he a part of this?

As Biffy was about to turn his back at the stacked files and move to another, a file from one of the shelves fell down, causing a large dust of cloud to form. Out of curiosity, he picked it up and opened the folder, it reports some research about a curse that gets people to eternal sleep, the same as the Pyramid's doing. He read more about the report...

...

"Who's Her Anonymity?" ...

Holger walked to the darkest part of the room, trying his best to help his friends, Lee and Cam, from getting in danger once more. Throughout the entirety of 10th grade, the three of them would constantly be in 'super secret spy missions'.

Holger always had the feeling of things going terribly south with what they're doing, yet they always prevailed, so why not now? He's scared, his friends might be suffering right now and he's just in here, safe.

He pushed away the scary thought, his parents had once told him to find the good reasons for his actions in life, that he should think of why before what. He's gone this far, he can't give up now, with his friends's lives possibly on the line.

"Hey guys, I think I found something!" Tina alerted the group, they all came up to him and checked what he found. "Ahah! A map, thank you." Li snatched the map from Tina's hands, the teen reporter pissed off at his actions.

"What was that for, you jerk?!" The assassin looked and stared at the dusty map of the facility, finding it hard to understand it since it's faded and could possibly be a different layout from the facility they're in. Recounting their journey here, it could be that they're in—

AAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

A scream broke out, surprising everyone in the room. The sound got everyone on high alert, grabbing anything in the room that could qualify as a weapon. Biffy peeped his head out of the door, trying to find the source of the sound.

The sounds of someone huffing and puffing echoed through the dark hallway, "AAGGHHH!!! NGHH— PUTA!" Spanish accent, Cam. Brandy recognized it the moment she heard the swear, running out of the room, she tried to follow where Cam's voice came from.

"Stupid girl..." Li followed Brandy, making sure she's not set any traps that might exist within the facility. As the Cam's voice became more clearer, so do the sounds of growling. While running, the assassin heard a thud from a hallway.

Taking a sharp turn, he finds Brandy swinging a metal pipe on one of the blue tazelwurms, who would dodge her attacks. He sees one fallen blue tazelwurm on the floor, leading his line of eyesight on a bloodied teen.

Cam...

The teen was not in the nicest of conditions, there were bite marks all over his body, most likely coming from the savage blue tazelwurms. Blood and dirt covered every part of him, his hair was untied and his large red jacket and dollar sign necklace gone, to where? Li doesn't know.

Cam had been stuck under some laboratory rubble, pieces of glass that are presumably from broken text tubes and beakers were all around him, some prickling his skin. The table that had once held the equipments now smashed into two, with Cam being in the middle of it.

Soon, the entire group had caught up to them, finding the situation of Cam a terrifying sight to see. Li sheathed his katana and began to fight back the blue tazelwurms, the others helping Cam to get out of there.

"You okay there, Cam?" Tina asked, trying to lift him up. "Me estás tomando el pelo— Do I look fine?!" Cam winced at the pain, his shirt all dried up with blood and dirt on it. He was carried out of the room as they tried to treat his wounds as efficient as possible, he proceeded to tell his experience in the facility.

He was sent to a cell where he was locked in there as hostage, with the information about the truth behind the company at his friend's hands, Cassandra thought that they should move to more drastic measures to secure that info.

Cam had escaped the cell when they were walking towards the surgery room, where they would perform horrifying things to him as a warning for Lee and his friends to not leak the information that they have.

He had managed to knock out the insidious surgeon who would work on him, though the enemy had not gone down without a fight, evident by the incision on his jaw and a stab wound on his right arm. He was chased by the blue tazelwurms, who had viciously scratched and bit him.

His necklace was thrown away to the savage creatures to create a distraction, his jacket was used as a cover for him to hide during one of the segments of the chase where the Hazmats and Reaper Mats where off to go look for him.

Eventually, he had met up with Lee, who was also bruised and bloodied as well. Although his friend hadn't told him the story of how he got it, the Korean told him the directions where their other friends are supposed to be.

The Korean had left before Cam had a say about the situation, he encountered some blue tazelwurms along the way and that's how he got in to the laboratory.

"Where's Lee? Did you see him?" Biffy asked worrily, albeit with a threatening tone. Cam pointed some landmarks that may help to identify Lee's location. Li, hearing Cam's statement and having read the map beforehand, knows where he is getting at.

Finishing off with a final kill on the savage creatures, he bolted out of the room in search for his younger brother and the eagerness to kill Cassandra for what she's done on his Priscilla. Tina following him soon after, leaving the others who were busy tending Cam's wounds with whatever medical supplies the laboratory had.

Getting to the location the teen had pointed, the assassin finds himself in a corridor with two separate hallways. He went to the left hallway knowing where it would lead, the exit.

Tina, huffing in exhaustion, had lost Li, with the two hallways presented to her, she went to the right hallway, hoping that Li headed there.

Drip

Drip

The sounds of waves crashing echoed as Li walked up the stairs, the sun having it's light shine the end of the path. Reaching up the stairs, the sight of his brother had...

... him grossed out...

The teen was more than just bloodied and bruised, he looked as though he was eternally suffering, with how shaky and out of breath he is.

The toxic green Lichtenberg scar had corrupted most of his torso, having multiplied as now it wasn't just in his right wrist but now also on the left, as well as on his neck.

The protection mark on his right upper arm also glowed brighter, but what had caught his attention is the symbols that surrounded Lee, like it's protecting him.

Curious and entranced by the phenomena before him, he tried forward himself to his brother. "N-No! Don't— 나가세요!!" Lee coughed up blood once more before continuing, "Get away! Or y-you'll end up l-like them!" .

The warning made Li snap out of the trance, looking around the area and seeing the people of the industry having fallen to an eternal sleep, with some Hazmats and Reaper Mats having been destroyed into pieces. Oh, so that's why I shouldn't get close.

Cassandra had left right after she saw the effects it had on her guards, letting her escape again. The symbols began to fade, as it was erased from the ground, like it hadn't existed. Lee collapsed soon after it's disappearance, letting himself fall onto his older brother's hands.

Sighing, the assassin lifted the Korean and carried him bridal style, anticipating the story of what happened during his confrontation with Cassandra when his brother wakes up. He went back to the laboratory room where many were surprised and disgusted at the state of the Korean.

As they tried to tend Lee's wounds and his open stitch with whatever was left when they treated Cam an hour ago. With a large shortage on their medical supplies, they resorted to quickly get out of there to go to the hospital.

But as they were about to head back to where they first entered, Jenny found herself panicking "Wait, where's Tina?!".

{Lee's Final Form: Her Anonymity's Curse}

- This form's purpose is to push people away from the 'Marked', to treat them like a monster as anyone would fall into enternal slumber once they get close to them.

*The Marked back in the day, are essentially cultists that worship His Eminence. They are recognized by the scratch marks given to them by His Eminence (just like what Lee and Li have)

- It can be activated by chanting an incantation (that has been lost through translation and is literally garbled) or when His Eminence is in/near the area.

- It's a curse Her Anonymity inflicted on the Marked after she was banished from the land because of her disrespect to His Eminence.

- This curse is genetical and cannot be removed, meaning that if a Marked had a child, it would pass on to them even if they were born without a mark (though that was rare, to be born without a mark).

- The curse, although unremovable, can be weakened.

- Back in the day, when his Eminence was at his prime, the Marked's curse can't even dissipate like Lee's, though after generations and generations, it can be turned off, granted it would take all of the Marked's energy to stop it from being on forever.

- Other Markeds are not affected by the curse; meaning that if one Marked had opened their curse circle and another Marked is in the area, the other Marked would not be affected by it.

- The curse can spread up to 7 km maximum, and that depends on whether or not the Marked can stop the curse from spreading it's influence.

TRANSLATION: Me estás tomando el pelo - "Are you kidding me"

나가세요 - "Get out"

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+Bonus Scenes; Recovery+

(bc we love hurt/comfort and soft boys in this household)

Full Picture

[neflil]

For the Detroit: Become Human x Outer Wilds AU Spitzle and I have been working on (along with the help of Cosmo too!!!!) TWs: Injury, blood (although its blue), limb dislocation (its not really visible but just in case), self worth issues, angst Context and details below the cut vv

The Hatchling was made as a replacement for Gabbro, they are perfect in every way Gabbro isn't. They cant feel pain, they have better systems, their vision is clearer, they have a purpose... They don't have to be reset every so often because they are faulty. Delirious Gabbro can only stare in awe and admire everything they are not, and could never be - The Hatchling hears a sound that awfully resembles the cries of a real Hatchling, Gabbro is also missing after their accident. They start searching despite being in a very bad state themselves. They need to retrieve the Android, or at least know its whereabouts no matter what They find the source of the sound, Gabbro. Injured, lying on the ground. They can't listen to these awful sounds they're making anymore. They remember how Esker holds a Hatchling close and soothes them, that seems to work to make them stop. They attempt the same. (Not knowing it'll only hurt Gabbro more in the process.) An AU where androids started being made after Feldspar's death, as a way to replace the lost Hearthian. Little do they know this would only lead in the few Androids to develop feelings and identity issues hdjsahdajs. Closeups + Details: The Hatchlings eye lenses being fully exposed because the plastic that works as "eye lids" is gone. The "Software instability" icon being purple, since the Hatchling has a special Nomai chip and the idle state is purple, instead of the usual blue. Gabbro's and Hatchlings blood being visually different, cus Gabbro is the older model, who needs their fuel cleaned whereas the Hatchling is perfect The things written in the "You were always perfect" wall text is all Gabbro admiring the Hatchling :3c

[psychologeek]

Some of them, chapter 24 - 2 teasers

Call and Response:

(tw: mention of past abuse/torture.)

The kid hesitates, avoiding eye contact, visibly struggle to find the proper words. “Did you ever hurt someone, trying to help them?” the child starts. “I mean. Not like breaking someone's ribs during CPR. Did you ever do something that. You thought was necessary to help someone else, but you also know it would hurt them, badly?”  (It's in the back of his mind, always. The whistle of a whip, the tension of a dislocated limb, the structure of tortured skin and red red red–) “How do I fix it?” asks the child, facing his alter’s abuser, the executor. You don't, the torturer doesn't say. (This is another world. Another situation. It can't be as bad as–) “Tell me what happened,” he commands. And the child complys

Parallels:

(tw: imp/ref past child abuse)

They sit in Tim's room. (And Dami still struggles to wrap his head around this phrase. Tim with room and a door he can lock and a closet filled with clothes. And shoes. So many shoes. Enough to require another closet, smaller, just for them. But the child by his side isn't the one that had to walk over sand and burning bricks and puddles barefoot. Not the child that had thorns and glasses and dirt breaking the fragile skin on his feet. Not the one Dami sat by, water-soaked paper towels in his hand, cleaning cuts and bruises and blisters in the long weeks before the skin layers added up enough to create some kind of a barrier.) They sit in Tim's room, and Dami needs to stop comparing this one to his brother.

[poeticlilies]

Hello hello hello, young lady. (iCoNiC Dazai smile.)

Well I like the way you write so may i ask for a fluff between reader and chuu ?

thx ~~

♡ Welcome Home

Nakahara Chuuya x Reader

Desc: Days off with Chuuya. (gender neutral reader)

TW/CW: none!

Chuuya Nakahara was a workaholic.

Everyone in the Port Mafia knew; Mori, Akutagawa, the Black Lizard; hell, even his own subordinates would even sometimes cautiously suggest a break.

Which is why, on one Friday night, Mori called him to his office and informed him he had a.. "mandatory" day off. He had wildly protested, arguing that he could work, but Mori simply dismissed him and he stormed off, upset and a little fearful that he had lost his purpose.

The dark train of thoughts that was going to follow him home, however, vanished when you popped into his mind. The image of your surprised- yet giddy- expression when he comes home early and informs you that he had a day off caused butterflies to erupt in his abdomen; he smiled softly as he boarded his bike, pausing to consider wearing a helmet but ultimately dismissing it.

After a while, he pulls up to the apartment complex; haphazardly parking his bike before jumping off, a bounce in his step as he makes his way through the garden and into the Port-Mafia-issued building. He passes Akutagawa on his way to the elevator, who shoots him an incredulous look, surprised he was headed home so early. He grins back, elated, thinking of ways to spend his free day with you.

He doesn't remember stepping into the elevator and arriving at the floor your shared apartment is on; only the way his thoughts were full of you, swarming around in a frenzy at the prospect that he gets to finally spend a full day with you again at the end of this hectic season.

Unlocking the door quietly, he silently steps through the doorway; heart pounding at the soft melody you hum while you flutter around the kitchen, presumably preparing tonight's dinner.

Quietly, he slips off his shoes and his coat; placing them in their rightful places before slinking into the kitchen, pure adrenaline flooding his veins as he basks in the moment, watching you wander around with your back turned.

He sees you pause, for a moment, when he exhales a bit too loudly; head turning towards the doorway as one of your hands reach for a knife. Defeated, Chuuya grins, stepping out of his "hiding place."

"I'm home, darling." he whispers, feeling his heart jump at your happy gasp.

"Chuuya!" you squeal, rushing over and tackling him in a hug. "When did you get home? Why didn't you tell me? Is everything okay? Do you want dinner now?"

"Woah, woah!" he yelps, hands on your waist as he catches you and spins you around. "Calm down, honey, Mori just gave me the day off. Said I've been working hard enough, that I deserved a day to rest." he hums, taking off his hat and placing it on your head, purposefully tilting it down to cover your eyes.

You sigh in fake annoyance, fixing the hat before grabbing his face in your hands and pressing a kiss to his lips. He stutters, flushing red, before pinning you against the counter and kissing back. He swears up and down his heart skipped a beat at your little squeak of surprise; grinning against your lips as he basks in the moment.

"I missed this. I missed you." he admits quietly, cradling your body against his. "I missed you so fuckin' much, baby."

You hum in acknowledgement, tenderly kissing his cheek. "I know, dear. I missed you too."

Chuuya swears up and down he feels like his heart is trying to dislocate itself out of his chest; he buries his face into your neck, limbs going slack as he allows himself to be enveloped by your warmth and your comfort. You giggle, kissing his forehead tenderly as you run your hands up and down his back.

"I'm here, baby." you whisper quietly. "I'm right here."

And Nakahara Chuuya swears he has never heard of anything quite this good.

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lord. i didnt know what to say. im sorry i took so long i just stared at this and tried to end it but like??? man?? how does one

[eldritch-spouse]

Totally asking for a friend...

Which one of your OCs are the most masochistic?

(Love your work so much btw!! xx)

[You can guess this one if you've been here for any length of time. Thenk you!]

TW: Brief mention of self-harm.

Give it up for the resident pain slut- Patches. He's dead but his deathwish just won't leave. Pull him apart, put him back together, he'll let you do just about any manner of unspeakable things to him.

Don't you love someone eager for penance- Belo can be very punishment hungry in the right circumstances, rest assured.

Pain is a form of art- Shags agrees with this! So much so that he's used his own body as a canvas many times before. You two might just get along.

Pain is exciting- Rei would know all about the rush of a dislocated limb and the euphoria of a dangerously lethal gash, the promise of doom.

[memento-morri-writes]

writing share - body horror edition

So, the lovely, amazing @space-writes expressed interest in reading my fucked-up body horror that I wrote last night/early this morning, and who am I to deny a friend? So, here you go:

A brief bit of context: Just under two days ago, Sigmar, Rook's beloved mentor and kinda-sorta father figure, ended up being revealed as a corpse being puppeted by the BBEG, Dr. Purity. The rest of the party brutally killed him while Rook watched. (Via tooth and claw, and also a sonic shockwave from a magic guitar.) And just today, Warren, the party gunslinger, a werewolf and Rook's other kinda-sorta father figure, died (like perma-forever, never-coming-back died) in order to save Rook's life. (Or rather, in order to resurrect Rook, since he was dead at the time.) Now Rook is extremely sleep-deprived and also being affected by mind-altering parasites, two factors that are working together to give him some pretty vivid and fucked-up hallucinations.

(fair warning, this isn't written out fully to the best of my abilities because this scene hasn't happened yet. So this is just my description of what Rook will be seeing and hearing, not a full prose write-up with his internal thoughts and all that. I will almost certainly do that after next week's session, though, so let me know if you want to see that then.)

major tw for extreme body horror under the cut (also emotional manipulation/guilt-tripping)

Rook hears a strange sound, like clumsy, disjointed footsteps. He looks around wildly for the source of the sound and freezes. Out of the hallway we have just come from looms a horrible sight: Sigmar's corpse is lurching towards him, somehow propelling itself on shattered limbs. All of his joints are dislocated, giving his body a freakishly elongated appearance. His shredded clothes are soaked with blood, and every inch of his skin is covered in hundreds of claw and tooth marks, which are weeping blood. Black ichor drips from his mouth, and a web of dark black veins branch out across his face. Every inch he moves closer leaves a trail of blood behind him. He reaches out towards Rook with jagged, broken fingers, and says "Rook... your friends killed me. Slaughtered me like an animal." He takes another staggering step towards Rook, who backs away, shaking. "You promised to help me. You said you trusted me." He points an accusing finger at Rook. "I should never have come to you. I should have burned down Warren's house with you still inside. It's what the two of your deserve." As if on cue, another shape lurches out of the shadows of a hallway across the way. It's Warren. His chest has been blown open, his ribs pointing in every direction and the remains of his guts are dripping from the hole where his stomach used to be. Every inch of him is splattered in gore. He's missing one of his hands, the arm ending in a jagged point of bone instead. He opens his mouth to speak, revealing a mouth of pointed canine teeth. "Rook, you stupid bastard. I died for you. You." He bares his teeth and snarls at Rook, an animalistic sound that rattles him to his core. "We should have left you to rot in that fungi-infested hallway. You brought him to us," he glares pointedly at Sigmar. "You're the reason those two attacked us, attacked Cherry. You're the reason I'm dead. The reason Cherry won't ever have a father." Sigmar steps closer, looking Rook up and down. "Speaking of fathers, yours was right. You are a useless piece of shit." He spits in Rook's direction, then takes another step closer. Across the room, Warren moves to match him. "Traitor." "Liar," Sigmar adds as the two stalk closer. They're so close now, Rook can smell the scent of Warren's burnt flesh, of Sigmar's spilled blood. They're right in front of him now. He tries to shrink away, further into the corner, but to no avail. His limbs refuse to obey, and he stays frozen in place.

[asharkapologist]

Unpopular Criminal Case Opinion #1

HUGE SPOILERS FOR PACIFIC BAY

The moment he killed Danny, Frank became irredeemable.

as promised, tagging @blenderscientist and @therealziggystardustfr

Just a heads up, this isn't an analysis of Frank as a character. This is me expressing an opinion about a certain part of his character.

And yes, that opinion is what is in the subtitle, which of course I'll explain.

For one, Danny was a LITERAL CHILD. HE WAS SEVENTEEN. Just because he was tried as an adult for killing Louis, that doesn't mean he WAS an adult, and the fandom forgets that too often. This is partially, the game's fault, too, because before Danny is killed, the game/characters refer to him as a boy/kid frequently, but after he dies, he's referred to as a boy like ONCE by Amy, but mostly, including in the very case he is murdered in, he is referred to as a man for some reason? Danny's killer wasn't even caught yet, and the game was already trying to downplay the severity of Frank killing a teenager.

I am also not trying to justify Danny killing Louis. Obviously, that was wrong, but Danny deserved prison time, not getting electrocuted. (I have my own beef with Danny getting 50 years while adults who commit hate crimes and/or dismember their victims get literal decades less than a minor, but that's a complaint for another day). But regardless of what Danny did, that does NOT justify Frank killing him, especially because Frank killed Danny for reasons unrelated to Danny killing Louis.

Speaking of those reasons, the reasons Frank killed Danny were VERY selfish. He literally killed Danny because Danny was going to expose Frank's crimes--which amounted to obstruction of justice and helping a heist, which probably wouldn't have gotten him arrested, just fired, because the police in CC can get away with more than regular civilians can (Jones getting away with holding Marconi at GUNPOINT comes to mind). But when faced with the possibility that Danny was going to tell Frank's friends he was the police mole, Frank decides to up his crimes to murder, and decided to VERY PAINFULLY kill Danny.

I could maybe say that Frank would be redeemable if Danny's murder was a spur-of-the-moment thing where Frank shot Danny suddenly or something, but the murder Frank committed was VERY pre-meditated. He had to modify the stun gun. He had to grab the whiskey bottle. He had to lay the spike strip. He drove Danny to the station. There were plenty of times Frank could have stopped and thought, "wtf am I doing?" But he didn't.

TW FOR DISCUSSION OF INJURIES RELATED TO ELECTROCUTION

And another point against Frank is the fact that the way he killed Danny was? So unnecessarily cruel? Frank has a gun, and he proved in Sting of Death he is very good at using it. So why on earth did he not just SHOOT Danny? Why did he waste time tinkering with a stun gun to make it lethal? And do you realize how PAINFUL electrocution is? I won't go into extreme detail, but basically, being electrocuted can cause burns and can cause convulsions extreme enough that you can literally dislocate limbs and tear tendons, ligaments, etc. And look at Danny in the crime scene. It is clear just from a glance that he died in absolute agony.

Also, put yourself in Danny's shoes. You're a teenager who's agreed to be an informant for the police, but you're trapped with the adult man that you have dirt on. You strongly suspect that he wants to kill you, and you know that because he knows that you know said dirt, he doesn't want to let you live. And then he crashes the car you're in, drags you out of the car, looks you in the eyes, and electrocutes you.

Now, you may say, "but Frank felt bad." Yeah, he did, but that did not change the fact that he wanted to get away with the murder, and he still COMMITTED it when he had many opportunities not to. Even though Frank wanted to gain his family back, especially his daughters, Frank, a FATHER, decided the best course of action would be to murder a child.

And all this brings me to The Final Countdown. Frank died not atoning for or making up for Danny's death or whatever, but trying to fix a problem he helped cause. It was because of Frank helping the heist that he was able to snatch the plutonium, which led to Tesla gaining power and nearly blowing up Pacific Bay. Frank was trying to fix that. He was not trying to make amends for Danny's death--not like he really could. Because Danny is dead, thanks to Frank.

And all of what I just said about how bad Danny's death was is forgotten by the game. Frank murdering a teenager in cold blood is swept under the rug in favor of giving Frank a police funeral that he does not deserve. "We forgive you Frank for betraying us!" That's nice, but you are not who he hurt the most.

(Not helping Frank's case is fans will genuinely sometimes make up stuff about Danny to make him look worse, if they acknowledge Danny at all.)

Justice for Danny Moto. He was a very troubled teenager who deserved prison time, yes of course, but never did anything deserving getting painfully murdered by someone who was later honored as a hero, with no one in the game really caring about what Frank did to Danny by the end of the game.

What Frank did to Danny was unforgivable.

[milks-thoughts]

OKAY BUT IM LIKE- IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOREVER?? Reader has a tail but it’s not really said what kind of yokai they are

TW: heavy details of wounds and violence, GORE, ACCIDENTAL YANDERE?? YOU CAN READ IT LIKE THAT DEFINITELY

summary: reader gets hurt and Mikey goes APE SHIT

Nothing Left to Lose

☼ It wasn’t a hard mission

☼ the foot clan had attacked a store and everyone immediately went to deal with it

☼ you tagged along because you had gotten training from Leo so you could fight with a sword

☼ Mikey hadn’t expected to go oh so wrong

☼ The Foot Clan had gotten way stronger than you last remembered it being, it was really strange. Leo had been knocked out so they couldn’t portal away, Raph was forced to cover Donnie after his battleshell broke and he was knocked out. You held your blade tightly and swung around a foot soldier before knocking them down, you weren’t paying attention and a especially big foot paper ninja slammed you into the wall, you felt your body crack and searing hot pain filled you. You slid down the wall and to the floor, landing in a heap of limbs and pain. Mikey swarmed in front of you “-are you okay?! oh why am I asking that! “ he scolded himself and blinked watching your shaky hand cup his face and rub his face. Your eyes and rolled back into your head as you slumped into a limp. Your arm was twisted and dislocated, it’s forearm bent like the bone was split in two. your other arm was fine your fingers were crumpled in odd ways but it was okay, the back of your head was dripping blood and your side was leaking the same scarlet liquid. the rip cut open muscle and needed to be stitched. Your face had a nasty bruise forming on the left side where you slammed into the wall. Your neck was fine, and your legs looked okay other than slices and scratches. Your tail was bent and almost falling off. your lashes held onto tears that leaked from your eyes before going unconscious. Pizza supreme Mikey will never forget that scream of pain. That scream will haunt his nightmares, he turned and faced the foot soldiers, his plastron heaving with anger. If you asked him what happened he’d tell you nothing really but that was lie. Raph was frozen in fear as he watched his little brother tear people apart, their limbs strewn across the room and their faces torn apart their heads slammed in. Some were on fire from Mikeys ninpō. Their arms took the most damage really, but Mikey didn’t let them have a painless death. Pizza supreme it was scary, Mikey simply looked at him and a look of understanding filtered between the two. no one has to know. Mikey helped carry everyone back to the lair, to safety. For a second it was like he had nothing left to lose, that’s why he killed those soldiers. Because something in him snapped, he never wanted to experience that again.

[midnighttease118]

CATCH & RELEASE

Syzoth/ReptilexFemale OC

(NSFW, Smut, TW! Non-consensual acts & graphic violence)

I should've been dead.

Bodies were being slaughtered as quick as one would blink; it was happening so fast that all the confidence I held dissipated. I was scared long before this, but I gripped onto what little courage I had for the fate of our timeline. All of my training that I've built felt like child's play when facing fearless Outworlders, sorcerers, and demons. I was just a regular human, thrust into a multi-dimensional brawl that would determine the fate of humanity.

An evil version of myself knocked me off the tower, wishing me a quick death. But, I was saved by a woman with wings that expanded wider than her entire body. She landed me far away from the tower to where it was still in my line of vision, but everybody had shrunk to the size of insects.

I'd never know why this winged woman chose to save me, because right after she released me on the ground, a sharp tongue had wrapped tightly around her throat. Her skin melted like she had been dunked in acid. My knees buckled, and I dropped to the ground, helplessly watching the unceremonious death of my savior.

A loud snap dislocated her head from her body and was yanked from behind into the mouth of a disgusting creature. It happily crunched down on her cranium, breaking the bone to reach her brain, which squirted blood all over the creature's body. A small dot of it splattered right under my eye, and that awoke something in me. I couldn't die like that. I would rather end myself than become lunch. I got up and mustered all the energy I could to run towards the monster with a battle cry. I actually got several hits in before he caught my ankle with his tail and slammed me into the ground.

"Fuck!" I got up after wiping blood from my lips, "You won't get away-huh?"

My opponent was gone. He seemed to have vanished instantly after throwing me down, but we were in a barren area where if he had run off, then I would've spotted him immediately. Off to fight some other person, I figured.

My limbs were sore, and at this rate, I was really going to encounter someone with no mercy who'll just torture me till my last breath. It was a cowardly move, but I believed the best strategy at this point was to find a place to hide quietly and pray.

"Ahh!" I suddenly felt a heaviness weighing me down, putting me in a kneeling position. I surveyed the area again, bewildered. I swear, something brushed against me, but that may've been my own imagination...

As I tried to stand up again, the pressure from above kept me down and my lips were being pried apart with something slimy and hot.

"Mmmh?!" the invisible object drove down to the back of my throat, making my gag. I could smell it from this distance; it smelled of seawater. Strangely enough, that brought me comfort and I flashed back to a time before all of this chaos, where I'd spend summers training on the sandy beaches away from the city.

There was loud grunting from above, even though I still couldn't see anything. Cautiously, I raised a hand and jutted it forward to feel for anything that could be connected to this invasive object. A rough bed of scales if what I felt, and my touch startled the being so much, it revealed itself to me. It stood at over six feet, wide and dominating from appearance alone. He was green all over; it was very clear that he was some cold-blooded freak that evolved from a regular lizard to a humanoid one. His penis was far from human though. It had a girth that would put my greatest lover's to shame, and the second shaft that rested below my chin was just as hefty.

I tried pushing away from the reptile. His large hand went to the back of my head and brought me deeper onto his cock. The claws dug through my hair, daring to do worse if I disobeyed. I caught a glimpse of my opponent and was stunned at his feral features.

In my world, these creatures were smaller than my hand and usually locked in transparent cages to be gawked at as pets. But here, I was its pet. There were countless fighters defending their worlds, but we were together combining ours. It was unconventional, downright criminal, but the longer I thought about it the more I preferred this form of torment.

"Mmh..." I moaned gently, getting used to the abnormal size of his lizard cock. I found myself vibrating along his length, trying to ask for release. A loud cry came from the reptile and he listened to me, yanking my head back by my ponytail. The tip of his penis was slobbered with saliva and precum, but I wasn't done yet.

The kombatant shuddered under my touch when I lowered my lips down to his second cock and licked at the slit, savoring its salty precum. "Hng..." his chest rumbled softly when I lowered my mouth on his shaft, reaching only half-way on my own. Sensing the issue, the reptile began thrusting down my throat, rolling his head back with an elated roar.

When I was done pleasing both of his cocks, I expected to get one good shot of cum, but it never came. Nothing shot down my throat.

No. He needed more than that. I did too.

The humanoid tore my leggings off in one motion and held me up in the air with one hand like a trophy he was proud to show off. His tongue reached up to lick at my ankle, up to my knee, and then to its final destination that had me gasping for air.

"Ah yes, right there...," I whined. A reaction like that wouldn't stop this beast from going further now. He tasted past my prickly lips and circled around my sensitive clit that became engorged in seconds. My entrance had gotten wet before his tongue had met with it, so when he dove inside, it was less painful and more exhilarating.

"Damn you! You...ahhh..." His tongue felt so good between my walls, and there was no difference when he switched to my asshole that had been craving attention. It was a much tighter fit to swirl his tongue in there, but the results would make that effort worth it. My body yearned to feel both of his dicks to the hilt.

He lowered me to his eye level when he fully prepped me.

"What a slut..."

"You...you can talk!"

The reptile smirked with those sharp fangs of his, and refused to give me an explanation as to how his ability to speak could be possible. All that mattered was the pleasure he sought through my body. The monster kept his large hand around my torso and squeezed it firmly. One of his penises teased my cunt while the other was pushing lightly into my anus. In one swift motion, both had slowly inserted itself, leaving me completely stuffed.

Fully seated on his cocks, the Reptile's hands were placed behind my knees and lifted me up in a folded position, exposing my most sacred areas to the barren field.

"Hng! Ah...oh fuck, mmmh..." Incoherent words spilled from my mouth, and his pace was rhythmic and quick. Either one of us could've been executed at any moment, which is why we both strived to fuck eachother fiercely- like it was our last day.

His tongue shot out again to play with the fabric of my sports bra, the only thing left dividing us from being completely exposed to one another. Of course, he had to tear that off too. I had come to know that the muscles in his tongue were abnormally strong; I should've known it'd be strong enough to rip off clothing too.

"Close...fuck...it's coming!" I grew to miss his cocks plowing my holes, and they weren't even pulled out yet. I fought to bring my orgasm to life, have it reach the surface and destroy me. The kombatant decided at that moment to wrap his tongue around my throat, which brought me back to the moment the winged woman melted from its touch. So, even after all this he really was going to kill me. He was just getting his last taste of ecstasy beforehand, I thought.

"You're trembling..." he growled, "I like it."

He squeezed harder on my windpipe. I was gasping, trying to ignore the hemipenis hitting my sweet spots so I could pray to God to let it end peacefully. But, my skin had not melted off. It appeared that my pussy was melting instead.

"Ohh fuuuck!" It squirted cum in a way that I thought was only possible in pornographic films. I shivered from the after effects. This vile thing actually made me cum.

The creature grunted into my ear and his first spurts of cum entered my orifices. He kept me up by his arms for a few more seconds, to rest his rapid heartbeat, before dropping me to the ground. I was on all fours, sticky from our activity.

"Hehehe..." the reptile eyed me, "You humans really are delicious..."

It sounded like his voice was echoing all around me. Did his choking make me woozy? Turns out, the truth was more bizarre.

Emerging seemingly out of nowhere, an army of humanoid reptiles greeted us. Their cocks were all erect and throbbing, and I was left in the center to face them all.

The battle of Armageddon could've ended by now, all could've been well, but I would've never known with the barrage of primal cocks I would go on to service.