#body mutilation tw

[magickkart]

Oops. Sorry. Corrupted your assistants accidentally :/

#the magnus archives #timothy stoker #tim stoker #michael shelley #eric delano #daisy tonner #alice daisy tonner #basira hussain #melanie king #tma fanart #fanart #the magnus pod #the distortion #not sasha #tma #martin blackwood #blood tw #graphic injury tw #body mutilation tw #eye strain tw

[hetalia-crackfessions]

he screamed and screamed because he knew no one was coming to save him. God didn't care anymore. all he could do was scream because its all his body knew what to do. it knew to open up to whatever would happen because no one was coming to save him. it hurt so bad the whole time

#horror #scopophobia tw #eye horror tw #eyes tw #body horror tw #distorted face #body mutilation tw #gore tw #gore #distorted faces #distorted image #unreality #hetalia italy #hetalia #horror mod

[gazelessmenagerie]

His flesh has been bothering him..

                                                       its been nothing than a constant Aggravation..

The duration of unlimited, overwhelming power drew itself to its waning end as the state could not be held onto forever without the constant, violent fluctuations of building and expending the pressure within every so often to maintain a sense of equilibrium lest he be torn apart from the inside out. Having such an immense frame did well to aid in withholding a far larger size of the constant overflow of Ki compared to his normal size, but even that had its limits.

Lost to the abandoned ruins of whatever desolate land he wandered into, nothing that had been there prior to his arrival remained the way it had been for so many thousands of years. Entire canyons and plains were shambling memories of scorched earth and rock, entire ecosystems destroyed in the razing inferno of an otherworldly fury that knew no containment save for the exhaustion of mutated cells burning themselves out to temporary husks. Body felt heavy, burdened with the immense muscle surrounding denser bones. Skin crawled with an aggravating itch upon its surface, forcing nails to keep scratching over and over at his chest and stomach. Seclusion beneath the high walls of a jagged wound gouged into the planet’s crust, a series of beastial snarls and growling irritations echoed off the curved walls towards the evening sky. Colossal shoulders rolled insistently, each volatile scratch inflicted on his own flesh only brought the cure closer to alleviate his constant itch.

Huffing groans exhaled hotly from flared nostrils and parted jaws, small bits of spittle clung to the point of a chin as the imposing monstrosity of a Saiyan shook his head. Stronger... He’s becoming stronger. The threshold once more approached with his overflow. At best perhaps several more minutes were all that were left before he needed to release another torrent of howling destruction to compensate the limits of his own flesh and bone. Clawing fingers dragged down his chest and the sides of a muscled neck at a faster rate, tearing at the seams of his hide until reddened streams began to draw themselves forth from the constant aggravation. Spearing shots of pain fired between nerves, however the greater foe to the agony was that of animal satisfaction in relieving the itch as it kept the self inflicted mutilation going. Fingers hooked into the bulging muscle themselves and clawed off entire sections of the girthy flesh. Scarlet ran freely down as bone cracked and shifted from their lengths, forcibly shrinking with a harsher reprimand compared to the near seamless transformation of the Oozaru. Returning to a baser state, however, mirrored the vicious rupture of flesh tearing itself asunder from the cracks gouging along the contours of muscle.  

What else could be expected from a mutation of Saiyan genetics bolstering with unlimited potential forcing the burden of its bearer to augment organic structure to better accommodate the intense pressure..

Lungs rapidly heaved in gulpfuls of air, vocals straining with the sharp groans and short-lived yelps with the yanking of shredded muscle wetly sloughing off his frame. Both arms reached overhead to dig their points into the divot between shoulder blades, splitting the falsity of a second layer overlaying in the same way he had gouged out his chest. Knobs of vertebrae shifted and slide beneath the canopy of a fleeting glimpse of pinkened muscle and sinew, adjusting to fit a smaller body as did the rest of the skeletal structure strain itself to follow suite. Heavy, wet slaps of the discarded piles coated over the ground, more and more of it torn off every inch of his being for the cooling night air to stick at the newly formed layer of skin residing beneath as the last clumps of hanging flesh were stripped away by incessant hands.

Matted hair hung thickly down over eyes as their green tinged glow faded to black, the presence of coal optics regained their exhausted sensibilities within the blank canvas of eyes. Knelt down during the entire process, a quiet growl exhaled softly before erupting into a howling roar. Several long minutes passed since the silence that followed, both hands planted upon the ground as a tired body felt... Brittle.

                            Strained.. Sore.

                                                              Detestable. Weak.

The shimmer of his body reflected the pale moonlight steadily climbing its ascension, offering whatever comforts there were to be had to the last of the people who once worshiped a forgotten iteration of the celestial body. The craning of a head turned skywards, taking in the waxing curvature of that constant companion; the hollow of his chest almost beating with a forlorn familiarity. Weight tied heavily to his limbs, the congealing scent of iron spilled filled his head. Another shake of a proud head, a hissing breath exhaled before he gathered the clothing that had been shed during the ordeal and sluggishly pulled them over his barren body. Against the growing complaints of his joints and muscle, the Brute slowly flexed and rolled his shoulders before leaving the scene to find a place to rest and gather his strength again before morning’s light touched the horizon’s edge.

#|| Tag: Gazing over the Abyss of Stars { Broly } #SELF HARM TW #GORE TW #BODY MUTILATION TW #//ask to tag #( im pretty sure having to rip himself apart to gain that legendary form has its drawbacks in reverting back. ) #( but thats just me shh )

[soggyjazz]

wow, what a mess. grab a mop, this isn't your cabin :/

#why do my piss arts keep having blood in them? horror movies make good piss scenarios idk what to tell ya #omo art #omorashi #fictomo #mine #fandom #and uhhh gotta think of tw tags #blood tw #body mutilation tw #self mutalation tw #self harm tw #???? #his hand got possessed and he had to cut it off #there was probably better ways to deal with it than going straight to No More Hand Town but he Literally only has One brain cell #it was too busy being used to deal with the Possessed Hand Problem that the Full Bladder Problem decided to resolve itself

[storiesinmyribcage]

⤕ Supernatural AU: Headcanons

Scars

In my headcanon, vampires can heal themselves even when they are in a weakened state, though the effectiveness of the healing will depend on the vampire’s ‘health’, so to speak. It all falls back on how often they feed themselves. The more often they feed, the more effective the healing ability is, and vice versa.

Tuah’s body is smattered with cicatrices of various sizes visible from his neck downwards, some of them were more recent than others when he wasn’t able to heal himself properly. Below is the reference of the most prominent scars that Tuah has (read: Tuah has other scars that I do not show here. They are smaller in size and not as visible.)

Neck/shoulder

bite from his sire on the right. 

torso:

on his right chest, there’s a self-inflicted mutilation on top of a branding that his sire gave him. This is the branding:

Other scars he received are from various fights he was involved in, most of them during his attempt to escape hunters’ pursuit. One of the hunters got close enough to fire a silver bullet laced with vervain at his chest, missing his heart only by a few inches.

There are also very old burnt marks on various parts of his body, another remembrance of his sire’s cruelty.

#body mutilation tw #tuahau1.hc

[intersectionalpraxis]

I think that if you think killing 10 million Congolese people through forced labor, mutilation of the limbs, starvation and disease isn’t as bad as the holocaust you just think the lives of Africans are worthless [@/ AntifaCatraa on X.]

Reducing the Nazis to the level of an average colonial empire is absolutely disgraceful. They were uniquely evil. Europe didn't just collectively decide to pin Germany to a cross and put all their sin upon it! The Holocaust was the worst single event in human history! [@/ randrmm on X.]

These are some of the following responses on X that I would like to share as well:

These were some of the responses on the previous X post I would like to add here for further reflexivity and analysis:

And this one especially:

I would also like to add that someone else commented about how white people and a lot of European countries and those with imperialistic and colonialist violence in their histories; do not want to talk about/address the atrocities they committed against and continually enact upon communities around the world. As stated here, this is not an 'Olympic' of who historically and currently are experiencing the worst oppression and violence against settler and colonial militaries and governments, but to say that 'yahzees' are a special 'kind' of evil erases and minimizes the horrific injustices many communities and people have faced since the dawn of time.

#feminist #feminism #social justice #free palestine #free gaza #free sudan #free congo #war crimes #tw violence #tw death #tw body mutilation #crimes against humanity #colonial violence #colonialism #settler violence #history #western imperialism #tw war crimes

[youraverageventblog]

Theres nothing more disturbing than being self aware while you have severe mental illness. Like I’ll be breaking down, bleeding out, about to off myself and then remember that normal people don’t do this shit and any sane person would go to the damn hospital.

#bpd #tw depressing thoughts #tw vent #vent blog #bpd vent #actually bpd #cw depression #self h@rm #self mutalition #s3lf mutilation #self h@te #self mutilator #body mutilation #tw mutilation #mentally unstable #mentally fucked #vent

[uncanny-tranny]

Don't get me wrong, I think it's perfectly acceptable that trans people don't always have certain surgeries and procedures, but I think something is to be said about the amount of trans people I have seen bash a certain gender-affirming procedure.

It's totally fine to not want some or any surgeries, but it's still transphobic to say "I think the results are ugly/look mutilated" or that trans surgery is "rudimentary" or "experimental" - even if you're also trans.

The idea that certain gender-affirming surgeries are mutilation or experimental is a classic form of transphobia, so it really does hurt seeing other trans people propelling those same talking points.

#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #i dunno i just want to find resources for gender-affirming care without hearing how my body is mutilated and gross #transphobia #transphobia tw #cis people can look but don't touch please #gender-affirming care is very much not experimental

[cydanite]

"You remember that you are a distinct being with a finite form and a mortal body."

!!SPOILERS for the ending of StP!!

Concept sketch for my interpretation of Slay the Princess’s protagonist. I like the canon vagueness of his design, but I came up with a concept I wanted to explore c:

He has 2 pairs of wings, one on his head and one on his back. The "Narrator", in trapping him, clipped his wings and disguised them as hair and a cloak. Best to not to give any reminder that flying out of the woods is even an option.

The smaller pair wrap around his head like hair, the few remaining primaries folding over each other as bangs. On the “thumb” of the wings are birds feel, decoratively chained together. Don’t be fooled into thinking that chain isn’t meant to hold, though.

The larger pair drapes limply off his shoulders like a cloak. It’s fastened by an X shape. You know the one, when people are lazy with drawing medieval clothing (myself included) we use it as a closure, a formless cross drawstring. You don’t question it when you see it. You wouldn’t suspect it’s two massive metal staples puncturing his flesh.

He can’t see his wings for what they are, so he doesn't feel through them. Not until he can manage to remember...

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(also i wrote a snippet hehe)

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The Narrator: The pain is threefold.

First comes stiffness, an ancient ache creeping in from the edge of your perception.

Awareness of this newfound sensation latches on to your mind and pulls, quickly fracturing into a sprawling map of new body parts.

It’s your hair. It hurts, in ways hair shouldn't be able to hurt. Every fiber protests against you despite being just hair mere moments ago.

The fabric of your cloak betrays you as well. You're inescapably aware of the space you now take up. New, itching, uncomfortable, ugly sensations form all down your back.

Voice of the Hero: It's like we just regained blood circulation there. We're being stabbed a thousand times over.

The Narrator: It doesn't end there. Injuries that previously gone unnoticed now make themselves known. You recall running sharp fingers through your hair. Only now can you feel the dried blood. You would've taken better care of that cloak if you'd known it was made up of you.

Voice of the Hero: But what's happening to us?

The Narrator: The web of pain maps out its shape. Two pairs of feathered wings become part of your body once again.

Voice of the Hero: 'Once again'... having wings makes sense, I suppose. But how could we have forgotten this? It seems so inescapable now.

The Narrator: But as you go to reign motor over your limbs once again, the third pain rears it’s ugly head… cold, harsh metal digs into your flesh.

It pins your limbs in their poses. A tiny set of cuffs pull small wings taught around the circumference of your head.

The closure of your "cape" is two enormous staples, staked through your flesh and clamped down hard. There's no blood here, the wound long since healed.

...Who or whatever did this to you, it was never intended to be removed.

Voice of the Hero: Maybe we should keep more vigilant in the future. If we can't trust our own body... I don't want to think about it more than we have to.

#im mushing this game and it's characters around in my hands like silly putty. Rotating in my head isnt enough #ask to tag. I feel like just maybe this deserves a content warning but idk what that would be #slay the princess #slay the princess spoilers #stp spoilers #stp the hero #stp the protagonist #stp the long quiet #slay the princess fanart #black tabby games #blood #mutilation #body horror #tw body horror #non-consensual body modification #thank you worldbeyondtheworld for the tag suggestions!

[hetalia-crackfessions]

Warning: mentions of depictions of really disturbing stuff and torture in fiction (nothing sexual tho). Don’t feel pressured to even read this please.

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When I was 14 I read this fic where Russia had america trapped in his house and forced him to walk around on his hands and knees and even cut some of the muscles in his legs so that he couldn’t even walk upright if he wanted to. There was other disturbing things but I forget what else happened. After I read that (I read all of it, I was transfixed) I was deeply disturbed by it for a long time and thoughts of it haunted me for a while, even years later.

But I don’t regret reading it now because I touched fire and lived and darkfic can be a delicacy.

Is that the one where America’s tongue was cut out so he couldn’t talk anymore and was fed broth instead of food because of it? For some reason that’s one of the few things I remember. And there was some chilling line about how he can’t live like this, both physically and psychologically. I swear I found the most fucked fanfics as a kid. If you want something really unsettling, try The Weakest Link. That shit had me thoroughly disturbed.

- Mod Spaced Out

#body mutilation #body mutilation tw #body horror tw #torture tw #hetalia fanfiction #not a crackfession #mod spaced out

[gazelessmenagerie]

His flesh has been bothering him..                                                        its been nothing than a constant Aggravation..

The duration of unlimited, overwhelming power drew itself to its waning end as the state could not be held onto forever without the constant, violent fluctuations of building and expending the pressure within every so often to maintain a sense of equilibrium lest he be torn apart from the inside out. Having such an immense frame did well to aid in withholding a far larger size of the constant overflow of Ki compared to his normal size, but even that had its limits. 

Lost to the abandoned ruins of whatever desolate land he wandered into, nothing that had been there prior to his arrival remained the way it had been for so many thousands of years. Entire canyons and plains were shambling memories of scorched earth and rock, entire ecosystems destroyed in the razing inferno of an otherworldly fury that knew no containment save for the exhaustion of mutated cells burning themselves out to temporary husks. Body felt heavy, burdened with the immense muscle surrounding denser bones. Skin crawled with an aggravating itch upon its surface, forcing nails to keep scratching over and over at his chest and stomach. Seclusion beneath the high walls of a jagged wound gouged into the planet’s crust, a series of beastial snarls and growling irritations echoed off the curved walls towards the evening sky. Colossal shoulders rolled insistently, each volatile scratch inflicted on his own flesh only brought the cure closer to alleviate his constant itch.

Huffing groans exhaled hotly from flared nostrils and parted jaws, small bits of spittle clung to the point of a chin as the imposing monstrosity of a Saiyan shook his head. Stronger... He’s becoming stronger. The threshold once more approached with his overflow. At best perhaps several more minutes were all that were left before he needed to release another torrent of howling destruction to compensate the limits of his own flesh and bone. Clawing fingers dragged down his chest and the sides of a muscled neck at a faster rate, tearing at the seams of his hide until reddened streams began to draw themselves forth from the constant aggravation. Spearing shots of pain fired between nerves, however the greater foe to the agony was that of animal satisfaction in relieving the itch as it kept the self inflicted mutilation going. Fingers hooked into the bulging muscle themselves and clawed off entire sections of the girthy flesh. Scarlet ran freely down as bone cracked and shifted from their lengths, forcibly shrinking with a harsher reprimand compared to the near seamless transformation of the Oozaru. Returning to a baser state, however, mirrored the vicious rupture of flesh tearing itself asunder from the cracks gouging along the contours of muscle.  

 What else could be expected from a mutation of Saiyan genetics bolstering with unlimited potential forcing the burden of its bearer to augment organic structure to better accommodate the intense pressure..

Lungs rapidly heaved in gulpfuls of air, vocals straining with the sharp groans and short-lived yelps with the yanking of shredded muscle wetly sloughing off his frame. Both arms reached overhead to dig their points into the divot between shoulder blades, splitting the falsity of a second layer overlaying in the same way he had gouged out his chest. Knobs of vertebrae shifted and slide beneath the canopy of a fleeting glimpse of pinkened muscle and sinew, adjusting to fit a smaller body as did the rest of the skeletal structure strain itself to follow suite. Heavy, wet slaps of the discarded piles coated over the ground, more and more of it torn off every inch of his being for the cooling night air to stick at the newly formed layer of skin residing beneath as the last clumps of hanging flesh were stripped away by incessant hands.

Matted hair hung thickly down over eyes as their green tinged glow faded to black, the presence of coal optics regained their exhausted sensibilities within the blank canvas of eyes. Knelt down during the entire process, a quiet growl exhaled softly before erupting into a howling roar. Several long minutes passed since the silence that followed, both hands planted upon the ground as a tired body felt... Brittle.

                             Strained.. Sore.

                                                               Detestable. Weak.

The shimmer of his body reflected the pale moonlight steadily climbing its ascension, offering whatever comforts there were to be had to the last of the people who once worshiped a forgotten iteration of the celestial body. The craning of a head turned skywards, taking in the waxing curvature of that constant companion; the hollow of his chest almost beating with a forlorn familiarity. Weight tied heavily to his limbs, the congealing scent of iron spilled filled his head. Another shake of a proud head, a hissing breath exhaled before he gathered the clothing that had been shed during the ordeal and sluggishly pulled them over his barren body. Against the growing complaints of his joints and muscle, the Brute slowly flexed and rolled his shoulders before leaving the scene to find a place to rest and gather his strength again before morning’s light touched the horizon’s edge.

#|| Tag: Gazing over the Abyss of Stars { Broly } #SELF HARM TW #GORE TW #BODY MUTILATION TW #//ask to tag #|| Drabble: { Broly } #( -tosses this mess out while doing hw bc that horror aesthetic been on the brain afsdljg ) #( he's totally fine. ) #( dont ask why he looks like a bloody mess. ) #( he just needs a really good soak in some hot springs. ) #( and his clothes afsdgjg ) #( alright back to hw hell I go. )

[haileyroseart]

Doing my part in comforting the disturbed and disturbing the comfortable

#tw: body horror #body horror #tw mutilation #angel #gore #tw guts #take me back to Eden by sleep token was big for this piece #Atlantic by sleep token too

[whatlovelybones-if]

DEMO RELEASE!!!

THE DAY IS FINALLY HERE!!! IT’S BEEN QUITE A RIDE Y’ALL, BUT WE’VE CONQUERED BURNOUTS AND OVERTHINKING TOGETHER TO ACTUALLY GET BACK ON TRACK WITH WRITING! I HAVE CHAPTER TWO ON THE WAY ALREADY AND IT’S GONNA BE LONGER THAN THE PROLOGUE AND CHAPTER ONE COMBINED SO LET’S GO!!!

⚠️ CONTENT WARNINGS: insinuation of child abuse ⚠️

create your friendly neighbourhood killer surgeon.

meet a characters that plays a huge role in the MCs life.

live through a childhood filled with sinister figure(s).

meet a new friend and lose them.

get a glimpse of what has shaped the surgeon’s past.

⚠️ CONTENT WARNINGS: murder, violence, gore & body horror ⚠️

a missing report. a murder. a youngblood cop. surely nothing can go wrong, right?

settle into your quite extraordinary life in helmsford.

WHAT IS THAT MELODYYYY?

deal with a pesky voice in your head.

meet vivienne, the kind psychiatrist, who wants nothing but to help you. it’s for you to decide how you feel about that.

what are you hiding, doctor?

what will you do when someone stumbles on the skeletons you hide in your closet, or should i say, basement.

kill.

A/N: a reminder that i have quite a lot of issues to fix in this update so i appreciate all the feedback i’ll get. they will all get fixed and major changes will be implemented with the update of chapter 2, including adding trans options, tattoo options and the touch-averse option.

fair warning that the graphic contents of this story will get worse, the prologue and chapter one were just the tip of the iceberg. if you get easily disturbed by these scenes, i’ll start implementing the auto-skip option from the next update to avoid the gruesome scenes.

acknowledgements: special thanks to fish (any pronouns) for helping me immensely with the coding aspect and @nikkefort (they/them) for providing a great design to all my imaginations. i have huge respect for coders cause i can’t do it properly even if my life depended on it. without these two superstars, this game would take years to complete so a huge shoutout to them!

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, LET’S GET TO WORK!

#what lovely bones #demo release #twine #interactive fiction #twine sugarcube #choice of games #hosted games #oh also #expect to meet the other ROs in chapter two hehe #tw: child abuse #tw: blood #tw: graphic depictions of violence #tw: gore #tw: body horror #tw: body mutilation

[cupcakeshakesnake]

Mutilation dissuasion

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AU tag

#portal 2 #portal 2 au #glados #chell #cave johnson #android glados #android cave johnson #chell portal #cave cube #blood tw #body horror tw #gore tw #self harm tw #self mutilation tw #portal fanart #snake's art