#wire gore cmon

[rununcal]

So the potential of Scrapheads is..just.. infinite… so I made some and will probably continue! They are super fun to make with mismatching all the robotic parts and such!! Also you can put a Terminal on chicken legs ❤️❤️❤️

(The IDs are in the alts this time around cause I thought it would be less confusing with the different images)

Also the Mindflayer was inspired by this post!

Some lore for them: The Roving Terminal was one that found out a way to materialize stored weapons on parts of itself, and after it gained movement, sought out to sell things that could not normally be stored in its database. It’s prospects might be gorey or purely organic, however it claims to be an innocent scavenger of long-dead artifacts, and it “only uses the shotgun to make a quick getaway,”.

The Gorgon, unlike its predecessors, is a lone and powerful force, mastering Hell energy through the augmentation of its form. Its become indifferent towards Hell’s residents or surroundings, instead targeting machines. Because of this, it’s built itself to be purely detrimental to them. The hoses it carries will use different projectiles depending on what type a machine is, and it has put two metal tongs in place of its right arm. It will charge these up and then thrust them into the ground, sending an electrical shockwave that can paralyze most machines and slow the few who can resist.

The Mindflayers are one of the least analogous machine types because of them being obligatory scrapheads by definition. Most are crafters by heart, but some will branch out. This Mindflayer is a coder, and has picked a hardy plastic in order to showcase the cycling color animations it has coded into lights underneath its casing. Yet it has still prepared for battle, and uses the extra energy of the bulbs to blast things with sporadic and colorful beams.

[caesurah-tblr]

EMETOPHOBIA TW!!! TW FOR GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS!!!

Enjoy this little POV of gl!Charlie after the events of the finale of Genloss, and what things might come after.

He opens his eyes.

The feel of the cold flooring of the mall doesn’t mix right with the warm feeling and coppery smell of blood. Fuck.

He’s gonna be sick.

Charlie empties the contents of his stomach, and it mixes with the blood. The smell is too much to bear.

Get up! His mind screams, Get the fuck up! You’ll die here if you don’t!

But it’s so hard. He’s so weak and tired…

Ranboo.

“Ranboo?” Charlie calls out quietly into the darkness, too afraid to attract the attention of the thing that had attacked him earlier. No response.

He lets out a sob of pain as he forces himself to his knees. The pain is almost unbearable, but it’s not as bad as-

There are hands in his guts. There are hands in his guts and they’re pulling out his insides bit by bit. Charlie is screaming, thrashing in his binds as his friend continues to pull him apart. He knows Ranboo isn’t seeing what he’s seeing, but he’s so desperate to get through the control and he’s in so much pain. So he screams. And Ranboo doesn’t listen.

Charlie heaves again, but there’s nothing left but bile that dribbles from between his lips. He’s gotta get up. He’s got to get up and find Ranboo so they can leave like they said they would.

He stumbles to his feet, nearly slipping on the horrible mixture on the floor. The wound isn’t as bad as it looks- it’s thick across his stomach and bleeding sluggishly, but the vest had kept the wound from being fatal.

“Cmon Charlie.” He mutters to himself “Just gotta find Ranboo. Just gotta find him and leave.”

Charlie flinches as he accidentally shoulder-checks a Showfall staff member, but they don’t seem to react. It’s almost like they’re frozen in time.

There’s the bright red of an exit sign that draws his attention. The door is wide open.

Had Ranboo gotten out?

Charlie makes his way towards it, like a moth drawn to flame. Every painful footfall causes the edges of his vision to flash, but he forces his eyes to stay open because he has to leave. He has to get back to-

To-

He doesn’t know. Charlie has no fucking idea what he was doing before this and the thought causes angry tears to well up in his eyes. Where did he come from? Was there anyone waiting for him to come home? Did his parents care? Did he have a girlfriend, or maybe a wife back home? Did she miss him?

“Fuck.” Charlie hisses out between gritted teeth as he leans against the doorframe for support. It’s okay. He’ll learn soon enough. Soon he’ll get to see his parents and get to hug that maybe girlfriend or wife and he’ll finally be free.

What’s supposed to be an exit to the outside is anything but that. The room is covered in wires and tvs, and hung in the middle like some fucked up mockery of Jesus Christ is Ranboo.

There’s a black box covering his head. The amount of blood and viscera on Ranboo’s jacket tells Charlie all he needs to know, but he has to check. For his own sake.

The box gives away after a couple of weak pulls, and the sound of metal leaving flesh will haunt Charlie for the rest of his days. The mask is broken, and hangs in tatters around Ranboo’s face. Or what’s left of it at least.

“Fuck!” Charlie sobs, “No! Fucking hell!”

Through the gore, he can see tear tracks. Ranboo is dead.

“I see you’re still alive.”

The voice makes him whip around. The man in the red hoodie- Hutch, he thinks that’s what Ranboo had called him- stands before him. Alive.

“But- You’re supposed to be fucking dead! We watched you die! Did you do this?!”

Hutch tilts his head, the dim light reflecting off the matte black of his mask making him appear much more sinister. “You know better than anyone here that looks can be deceiving when it comes to Showfall, Charlie. As for who killed Ranboo? Well, it’s Their fault.”

“Their?!” Charlie snaps, “Did They strap him down and put a metal box on his head?! Did They strap me down and force some unwilling participants to root around in my guts? They didn’t do this! You fucking did!”

He steps forward, hand reaching to his side. He had picked up Ranboo’s knife, but then he had been too scared to use it. But now?

Now, he was gonna end it.

“You killed them! All of them! Ranboo, Austin, Niki, Ethan, Sneeg, Vinny… They’re dead and it’s your fucking fault!”

Charlie lunges, knife held high, but before he can get any closer hands grab his arms. He struggles, but the blood loss has weakened him and he can’t keep up the fight.

Hutch hums to himself and taps his chin, pondering. “You’ve always been so feisty… The fact that I’ve allowed you to live this long says a lot about my charitable nature, you know.”

“I don’t want your charitable nature.” Charlie punctuates the sentence with a pull, pulling the two Showfall staff with him. He’s strong, and if he can fight the pain he can end this. “I want you dead.”

“Y’know, we don’t normally do reruns. Audience retention and all that. But for you I might make an exception.”

Hutch leans in close. “The things I’ve seen you do to survive. You don’t remember them, but I do. You think Ranboo’s was bad? I’ve seen you do things to people you couldn’t even begin to comprehend.”

Charlie leans away, shocked from the accusations.

“I’ve never hurt anyone.”

But it comes out weak because he knows it’s a lie. Even if he doesn’t remember it, Charlie knows he played the game like Ranboo, like Sneeg and like all the others. What had he done? Who had he hurt?

“All the blood on your hands says otherwise, Charlie. You were always my favorite, y’know? So spunky, and we never had to push very hard to get what we wanted out of you. I think a rerun will do just fine.”

With that, Hutch turns away and claps his hands twice.

“Run it back! It’ll be even better this time, don’t you worry. I’ll make sure of it.”

Hands grab him on all sides, forcing him onto the ground. Charlie screams and thrashes, fighting with everything he has to no avail.

Something cold snaps over his face- the mask, no- but it’s too late. He’s going back.

The last thing Charlie sees is the corpse of Ranboo, bloody and broken.

I’ll get out. Charlie promises the figure. I’ll get out, and I’ll end the cycle once and for all.

[metamelonisle]

child straw hats i could beat in combat:

luffy: no

he has a rubber paramecia devil fruit that lets him stretch and shrug off blunt force attacks and he was trained by a marine vice-admiral. he would probably discover one of his iconic attacks and kill me to the main theme

zoro: no

this boy is literally introduced as already being skilled enough to beat grown trained adults in sword duels. granted they're all done with wooden katanas but do you want to even imagine fighting this boy with real swords and being told he's allowed to fight you with them

usopp: no

people say yes and because usopp is largely cowardly when it comes to the small stuff i have reason to believe i could probably win by staring at him too angrily and causing him to come down with "can't-fight-this-guy" disease on the spot. but also when it's down to the wire usopp is always very brave when he truly needs to be and is also famously crafty as hell when he fights and has a pain tolerance and durability on par with a guy literally made of rubber if not moreso. if he thinks he has nothing to lose then he will throw in the towel effortlessly but if he thinks he has no other choice i am going to get slowly bodied to death by a shivering boy with a slingshot that keeps getting up no matter what

sanji: no

trained by ex-new world pirate red-leg zeff and took to black leg style like a fish to water. he would crack my skull open in five seconds flat

nami: no

nami is a traumatized impoverished child knowingly being used as a gofer and cartographer for a criminal organization that killed her mom right in front of her and somehow has the reasonable hope that she can indeed fix everything on her own. i don't care what anyone says i am NOT fighting a child with enough guts to steal from pirates what the FUCK. i think she would stab me in the throat with no hesitation if she thought it would help her get rid of arlong faster

chopper: no

chopper is a reindeer with human thought patterns and he can shapeshift into a fully grown muscular humanoid creature if he wanted to he could crush me into a puddle of gore. he won't bc that's horrific and he wants to be a doctor but he would probably just immediately shift to heavy point (human form) and grab me by the throat and toss me into a wall and we're done here

robin: no

she can literally just kill you at any moment as long as you are in her field of vision and have a rigid spine and trachea bc she will just snap your neck from anywhere. yeah the arms are little kid arms but she probably just spawns four instead of two

franky: no

he would hit me with a wooden plank he found on the ground and i would die instantly

brook: yeah? no

yeah probably ig. but he's just a little guy. and he loves to play music. he loves sailing. i can't do that to him cmon

jinbe: NO

he is an anthropomorphic whale shark that got his black belt in magic karate by the time he was 12 are you shitting me

[empty-tunacan]

Hi brave as a noun genloss animatic idea.. yippee 🎉

I could go off the deep end - Ranboo stabbing into the worker that had wires in it

I could kill all my best friends - A transition where ranboos hand is now being pulled out of Charlie’s guts, with an organ or some random gore in his hand perhaps!!

I could follow stylish trends - The silly (Ranboo) when they’re all dressing up in the closet :)

And God knows I could make amends - Transition from Ranboo un-gooping sneegsnag to them both in episode 2

But I've got an angry heart - Ranboos fist closing (alternatively their mask is blinking off & they just look pissed 💀)

Filled with cancers and poppy tarts - Shot / shots of Ranboo with wires in him (going into his arms, his mouth, etc)

If this is how you folks make art it's fucking depressing - Wideshot of the ending scene of day 2

And it's sad to know that we are not alone - A shot of the people in the carousel :(

And it's sad to know there's no honest way out - Hatch watching the show from a secret room.. giggle

I'm afraid to leave the house - Charlie & Sneeg (transition cut from ep 1 to ep 2.. yknow references!)

I'm as timid as a mouse - Sykunno & Valkyrae as the rats!! (No real explanation for them specifically to be “timid” except for the fact that they’re just minions for The Puzzler? Idk.. they’re here because of the mouse part mostly)

I'm afraid if I go out, I'll outwear my welcome - Vinny (Puzzler was literally was tired of his ass asap 😭😭)

I am not a courageous man - The Puzzler (specifically when he shot niki cuz he got spooked 😭)

I don't have any big lasting plans - Ethan (his title was unemployed)

I'm too cowardly to take a stand - Austin (pretended 2 be straight.. cmon man it’s pride month be who u areeee~)

I wanna keep my nose clean - Niki (this one makes sense I just can’t explain it. Or I can I don’t want to tho.)

And it's sad to know that we're not alone in this - Another shot of either all of the guests of ep 2, or of Ranboo & Charlie looking at the other the streamers in ep3 (that didn’t happen but ermm.. idc 🤨)

And it's sad to know there's no honest way out - Either the mind controlled people locking up all of the doors OR a shot of sneegsnag fucking dying to that tv monster

In this life we lead - Shot of Ranboo n Charlie at the set of the house (frowny face)

We can conquer everything - Transiton to Ranboo bowing

If we could just get the braves to get out of bed in the morning - (Ranboo getting boxed in ep 1 to Ranboo waking up again in ep 1)

Yippee.. it’s over now giggle