#tw: mild body horror

[sharkylass]

Okay, before I talk about au stuff-ART FIGHT HAS OFFICIALLY ENDED!!

This year I was super busy, and yet this has somehow turned out to me my most productive year on artfight to date with 24 total attacks (and I wanted to do more, but again, this month had me in a chokehold) SO HERE ARE MY CONTRIBUTIONS!

In order, credit for character designs goes to: First two are for @rose-petal123 next is @princess-self-shipping , @clawcakes , @sweetkiller690 , @camilieroart , @anixolt , @artilite, @krdrawsnext two are both for @kazehita @bleeding-fairy-helmet , Curb Animates (on youtube), @donniipao , @wonder-of-the-stars , @bluesgras , @feloplip , @princemonarchempress, @tfrost , @tealgoat , @sketchz42 , @saltyhibiscus And the last two are for @sharoo

(For some reason the tags aren't working, but if you're curious, I mentioned everyone in the notes in the same order!)

[knavestrolls]

This is the next part of Epic the Arc here on the blog! Warning for slight gore/blood and death if those things bother you! Find the drabble parts that precede this here in order: 1, 2, 3 ! I appreciate everyone's support through me making this and patience with it getting posted! Animatics are still new to me as far as making them myself goes, but a little gay hubris will get you anywhere. With any luck there will be at least one more animatic for this arc, but that won't come until far later!

[vang-feraligatr]

Separation of Space and Time: Vang Edit

Of falling through worlds, bright diamonds, sparking pearls, and golden feathers.

(totomi edit here)

(tw: grief, mild body horror (described Pokémon transformation), separation anxiety. if there are any you feel I missed, please tell me.)

8th of February, 2016

Sobs echoed through the space.

The human held their Feraligatr partner's claws in each hand.

"I'm sorry I can't go with you," they say. "If I could I would, but I can't."

The Feraligatr looked back into his trainer's eyes.

"I'm sure... you'll be happy there." The trainer lets go of one of the Feraligatr's claws to wipe at their face with their arm. "Remember, back when we fought Lance? I told you I would love you forever."

Tears fall from the Feraligatr's face.

"And back when we fought Morty? I told you I'd keep you by my side as long as I could."

The Croconaw tears up more.

"And way back when we first met in the lab? I said... I said I'd do anything to keep you happy."

"Then why do you have to leave?!" the Totodile shouts. "You said we would stay together forever!"

The human shakes their head. "I said I wanted to. And I still do. But... but that can't happen anymore. I can't go on. But you can."

"But I don't want to go on without you!"

The tears grow messier, floating upwards. "I can't. I really, really can't. But you can. You can go out there and live on. You can find happiness. But I can't go with you."

Totodile slams into the human's chest, hugging them with their tiny arms. "Please come with me."

The human hugs him back. "I want to. I want to so badly." They hold Totodile out at arms length. "Take this." The human pulls their necklace, a leather cord with a small golden feather pendant, over their head and places it over Totodile's head.

Totodile, crying, shakes his head, tears shaking of sparkling like diamonds. "No, it's yours! You need to keep it!"

"You can have it now. It's yours."

The space around them starts to rush faster as the warped time starts to return to normal.

"It seems like our time is up," the human says. "I love you, Totomi. I'll love you until the end of time and space."

"Please... please don't leave me Vang!"

"In all of vast space, Totomi, you will find your place. That's a fact." Vang smiles, bright pearl-like tears moving out of the way. "Let's meet tomorrow together."

Totomi reaches out, trying to grasp at Vang's hand, both knowing the meaning behind the human's words. The human waves goodbye to the Totodile, as he falls back. Vang rises up, turning into scribbles.

Vang feels their body shift uncomfortably, painfully, into a shape that doesn't feel natural. As their snout finishes elongating and their spine finishes shrinking, they land, back on the sand, the sound of waves filling their ears as they fight to keep their eyes open.

"The light came from over this way! I'm telling you there's something over here!"

[mag200]

(me on a first date) and what do you think of the inherent intimacy of surgery? have you considered the love someone must have to put their hands under your skin and hold the most grotesque parts of you and put them back together nicely? is anyone really closer to you than that? we all get uh a little enamored on the surgery table don't we haha. wait come back

[movisblog]

His body ached, the pain of having spikes thrust though his body was like he was being stabbed with a thousand knives, he screamed as two dragon-like wings protruded through his shoulders and tore through his shirt. With that he cried, not just because of the pain, but because he lost ( in his mind ) his sense of self.

Sorry if the writing is confusing, I know what I want to write but I just have trouble writing it, anyway this piece was inspired by the works of @abz-j-harding and the writing of @neil-gaiman

Yeah I do love me some gothic horror that deals with the complexity of identity

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Stanley wasn't sure if he was supposed to be dead. He wasn't all too sure if he was supposed to be alive, either.

He was... somewhere. He didn't know where exactly, but it didn't matter. Nothing really seemed to matter all that much in this strange place. Compared to the unfathomable expanse of nothingness that surrounded him, everything else practically paled in comparison. Still, Stanley felt as though this all-consuming abyss that kept him prisoner within its dark maw deserved a name; at the very least, a title. Yet, it didn't feel right to call this place anything. Death too egregious, and Life too extroadinary; either terms felt far too extreme to his liking. There was nothing particularly hideous nor amazing about where he was. He was simply somewhere in-between.

For as long as he could remember, Stanley's world was just that. This somewhere; this in-between of not quite Death and not quite Life. This empty, greedy abyss that seemed to swallow him whole, stretched as far as the eye could see in every direction. There was no sky, no ground, no anything; only the daunting dakness engulfing his every senses and leaving him horribly, hopelessly blank.

That wasn't all there was to it, however. This... somewhere, it was more than just a lifeless void.

Stanley wasn't sure if he could find the right words to properly describe it. He didn't think he could ever come to fully understand the feeling himself, but. Somehow, the abyss felt... hungry. Unimaginably, insatiably, and unbearably hungry.

The hunger seemed to eat away at Stanley, tearing off pieces of him chunk by chunk, piece by piece. With every blink, another part of himself seemed to disappear into the ravenous darkness around him. The void never took much at once, only pieces; nigh imperceptible impossibly tiny crumbs of what made him- so little that they should have hardly mattered in the grand scheme of things. But Stanley noticed. He noticed every particle, every atom that was taken away from him by this greedy hunger. The darkness was eating him; digesting him.

It was as though hunger was all that mattered in this somewhere, this stomach; the world itself a single immense digestive system. He could practically feel the void's biting hunger pangs reverberate through his bones. It was so hungry, so hungry.

The dark ate him slowly, ripping him apart from inside out and outside in. It took his flesh first; stealing away the muscles and fat beneath the skin, leaving behind nothing but meager skin stretched over bone. Sometimes, not even his bones were given the luxury of being spared, and he would find himself with an odd dip in his side where the abyss had taken a rib or two; or with half his face lopsidedly sagging into a limp mess with no muscles, fat, nor eye socket to properly hold up the skin of his face onto his skull.

The hunger took without mercy, without order nor preference. It ate anything, everything, as long it helped abate the forever stabbing, starving desperation that painfully twisted and tore at its non-existent stomach. It never really was satisfied.

It got worse when it started eating his memories.

Stanley despised the thought of losing more of himself than simply his physical body to this greedy void. However, what terrified him far more than the notion that this insatiable hunger could breach even his mind, was the fact that he couldn't remember which memories it took.

Stanley couldn't remember much; before the darkness; before the endless hunger. He liked to imagine, though, of what he could have been before. He'd probably had a warm home, warmer than the cold, cold abyss. He'd probably had a loving family. Probably. He couldn't remember.

Everything turned unsure when his own mind started failing on him. Stanley tried to cling to what little he knew. He had his name held tight in his iron clad grip, repeating it to himself like a mantra. He would try and keep track of time, but it was all in vain. Time didn't seem to matter in the face of hunger. Perhaps it had been years since Stanley's arrival; hundred, maybe even thousands. Or, perhaps it had only been a few days, weeks, months. Stan once had a fleeting, terrifying thought that maybe Time too was already victim to the darkness' insatiable hunger.

However, as much as Stan could forget his past, his identity, and life, perhaps the most tragic loss to him greater than anything else was the memory of Him.

He was important to Stanley. He couldn't remember why, but he was. There was nothing of Him left in his memories. No face, no name; not even why He mattered to him in the first place. All he knew was that the loss of Him had struck him with such profound heartache and sorrow that it had left him weeping helplessly for so long, unable to move and rooted in one spot for days, weeks, years. He couldn't remember how long.

Stan was only snapped out of his comatose stupor by His hand.

It was all that was left of Him, other than the knowledge of His past existence. It was warm, a glowing red hand that pulsed almost reassuringly within Stanley's own, its long six digits curled tightly and firmly around his hand, never once faltering in its grip. He couldn't remember a time when he didn't have it. He's had it clutched within his own cold, rough palms like a lifeline since forever; every step he took and every move he made done hand in hand with Him.

Desperately, frantically, he held onto His hand, never once letting it go. Losing the hand meant losing Him for good, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to cope with the consequences of that all alone.

However, ocasionally, even the the comforting presence of His hand was unable to keep his mind anchroed for too long, and Stanley would lose track of his memories. Plagued by odd laspes of utter emptiness, Stanley would suddenly forget. His own name, his face, everything he knew and remembered would slip withut warning between his fingers like sand; streaming down, down, down and getting lost in the gaping mouth of the void below him. He would wander aimlessly with no real destination in mind, simply roaming somwhere, anywhere.

He would come across all sorts of sights during these odd episodes of his. He'd crossed paths with hundreds upon thousands of partically decomposed remnants of once living, breathing organisms; All of them endeniably, for the lack of better words: dead. He'd walked past entire forests; enormous clusters of tall pine trees completely uprooted and floating in a massive mass of rotting leaves and half digested bark. He'd walked past countless animals, big and small, all in various stages of digestion. Animals always seemed to rot away faster than anything else, and Stanley wasn't so sure what that meant for him.

Once, Stan had somehow even found his way before the destroyed remains of a universe.

It was dead. There was no other way to describe the state it was in. He hadn't even known it was possible for entire universes to simply... die. Stolen away from its rightful place in the starry night sky.

The scene was everything he'd thought impossible to take place in this all-consuming abyss. It was extroadinary. A veritable bursting cacophany of light and heat. It was as though the universe's explosion had been paused at just the right moment, frozen in time at the very moment of its heat death. Its particles flickered, undulating softly and shifting ever so slightly like looking through a warped window. If Stanley stood still enough, and listened closely, he thought he could even hear the softest sound of the shattered screams of the broken remains of the universe ringing silently in the air. It was as ethereal as it was haunting.

The thought of the unimaginable power required to be able annihilate entire universes just like that... It scared Stan.

Stanley may not be sure of anything anymore, but as he watched the debris swirl gently in the blinding epicenter of the shattered universe from afar, he knew with a certainty that he didn't think he possessed anymore, that he did not belong here.

Part 1/2

[myrathefarmer]

I just hit 5k over on Twitter and made an extra spooky Halloween DTIYS to celebrate! Feel free to participate if you’d like 🖤

Rules: - No deadline - You can change the design or use your own - Tag me and use #Myra5kDTIYS so I can see it! - Have fun 😊

Bonus versions!

[sad-leon]

That feeling when the passage of time clings to you and drags you down with it

Inspired by @remedyturtles's Death Wish fic that I've been rereading <3

KoFi || Patreon

[saturnisscreaming]

When you meet The Creature (and you will) give it my regards

[alienssstufff]

Carol redesign but like. for real this time (i promise)

[tart-miano]

AY frankies got me fallin apart UH draculauras stealin my heart (HEART)

[electrozeistyking]

Thought about my In Rot and Infection AU and just realized how messed up it is. Like the guy who usually takes the lead is suddenly infected with this sickness that mysteriously showed up one day??

But they were fine yesterday? And none of you ever interacted with anyone with the sickness. Weren’t you all being careful? Didn’t you always check if food was contaminated, and it never was? They’re already at the third stage, and it goes faster through ingestion... how did you never realize? You knew something was off, but why did you never connect the dots until now?

One of you needs to do something, of course. It’s dangerous to you all right now. It’ll want to hug you, and if it does, it’ll never let go until it reaches the final stage. It’ll infect you. That can’t happen this close to reaching the King.

At least you’re in Dormont, the place you know devised treatment against the sickness. The closest to you. So even when you do get infected, you won’t have to worry about it progressing any further.

Everyone else is frozen.

They won’t act. They can’t.

It has to be you.

You clutch your book tighter. It’s heavy and dense enough. If you act fast enough, and strike hard enough... it’ll be over quick. It won’t have to process a thing if you’re fast enough. No one needs to forgive you for this, but at least they’ll be safe.

You rush forward and aim for the head.

[heck-theo]

MILD SPOILERS FOR NEON VOID.

CW BODY HORROR (?), BLOOD, VOILENCE. Please read the tags of the fic before reading.

Fanart for Neon Void cause I love this fic by sugarpastels!

I'm a sucker for this kind of character and I can't wait for more! I'd also really really love a follow up where Leo is dealing with the aftermath and reintegrating but I'll just have to wait and see ^^

The design changes a little bit and because this was done on and off over a few weeks, and the quality changes too. I really struggle with how I want the lineart and rendering to look so they're all different in styles. Not actually happy with most of these but I'm trying to make myself post more art. I like the sketches more but feel like I should post finished art cause I'm a perfectionist.

The Neon Void design is partially based off the art by @ / kaysdenofchaos at the end of chapter 2, as well as my own simplified interpretation and the mask shape is loosely inspired by The Black Rabbit of Inlé from the 1978 version of Watership Down (traumatic film tbh). Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46753177/chapters/117752863

[vampirtulpe]

Kampfmaschinen maintenance

Was struck by the sudden idea for an au that solely consisted of "What if Kaiser actually is a machine", so I drew two quick pics and wrote some lore to get it out of my system.

Anyway, some notes about it are under the cut (It's pretty long, sorry about that)

-Whole reason for Kaiser being a machine is basically him getting super injured during his time in the army, there was no chance of him for survival. Kaiser's only family was his mother, so scientists decided to take the opportunity and run some experiments on Kaiser to see if they can make super soldiers by enhancing them with machinery

-Kaiser survived, miraculously, but the experiment was still deemed a failure, since Kaiser didn't only get some horrific trauma from the procedures and his time in the army, his body was also weaker than it was before all the machinery was inserted into him. The technology just wasn't advanced enough at the time and keeps him alive rather than actually making him stronger

-Aside from that he actually works very similar to how he was before, just more traumatized. He doesn't need to breathe or eat or drink, but he still likes doing it, just to feel like everything is normal

-Things get a little more difficult with maintenance, cause the lab that ran all the experiments on him was forcefully shut down after it was discovered what was done there. Kaiser knows how to maintain himself, but he's worried that there is now nowhere he can get replacement parts, should something break one day (Which it inevitably will)

-Kaiser still found a home in the WVBA, all the boxers are very nice with him and some of them even learned how to help Kaiser with maintenance. The main person for that is Joe, Kaiser trusts him with his life (while Joe almost shits himself every time, he's that scared of messing up)

-He was a feared boxer for a long time, but eventually his trauma caught up to him and the technology that kept him running was getting more and more outdated, causing him to lose more and more often and eventually move to the minor circuit

-Kaiser knows that it's just a matter of time until regular maintenance isn't enough anymore to keep him running and tries to make peace with it by telling himself that he is just a machine and not the man he used to be. It's his way to cope, even if it's unhealthy, it's the only thing that desensitizes him -But in truth, he's absolutely terrified of the day he stops working, he doesn't feel ready at all, but tries to not let it show, he doesn't want it to make it any more difficult for the other boxers (Who are having absolutely none of it and always aggressively shut him down)

-Right now the only people even willing to give it a try to help Kaiser are the scientists that worked on Soda, but Soda REALLY doesn't want them anymore near his friends, so he'd rather they wait until it isn't an option anymore. He just knows what they are capable of and wants to protect the WVBA, they are like a family to him

-Kaiser has a kind of berserk mode, where he will just rampage and destroy everything and everyone in his path. He isn't aware of it existing and no one knows how to trigger it, so let's hope it stays that way Well, yeah, that's all I came up with, hope you enjoy this. Oh, and here is the second art, as a continuation of the first ^^

[horriblegoblin]

should i let him in? he seems polite.

(gif by @//electraslight)

[little-pondhead]

The Folly of Men - Masterpost

AO3

[Links will be updated as new parts are added!]

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SUMMARY:

The League of Assassins has a secret. Deep within the sprawling city of Eth Alth'eban, the Well of Sins was watched over by Ra's al Ghul. See, while the Lazarus Pits could grant him immortality and bring people back from the dead, the Well of Sins was also more than that. It was a portal to another dimension. Ra's had held this information close to his chest for centuries, determined to take full advantage of this power and keep it for himself. He managed to successfully placate and deal with many demons and spirits that slunk out of the portal until now, so why should now be any different-

Oh. That was a dead boy at his feet.

Perhaps he should let Talia know she has a new son?

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Chapter 1 - #355E3B

Chapter 2 - #78866B

Chapter 3 - #228B22

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Concept designs - Jazz, Dani, Sam, and Tucker

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Timeline from part 2! The full explanation can be found there.