#bone breaking tw

[bloodyandfrightened]

Whumptober2023 No.12 - Red

Whumpee’s favourite colour is red. Well – it used to be. Now when they see red all they can think of is the sound of screams, the tearing of flesh, the breaking of bones, and the blood splatters on the wall.

 Whumper’s favourite colour used to be blue. Now it’s the colour of Whumpee’s blood, the tears that stain their face, their voice cracking as they beg him to stop. If he’s feeling more sadistic than usual, he’ll wear a red t-shirt for a particularly long torture session.

He painted the walls red, made all the furniture red, bought tools with red handles (and inevitably red blades). It was garish and made his head hurt but it was all worth it. Even if Whumpee miraculousy managed to escape, they would never be able to forget. Valentines and Christmas would be tainted with the memory of Whumper. Anything that brought Whumpee joy would be destroyed.

Whumpee’s favourite colour used to be red.

#whumptober2023 #No.12 #Red #oc #writing #blood tw #torture tw #bone breaking tw #whump #whump writing #whumptober #constructive critism welcome #whumptober 2023

[obscurebelief]

First Shift (FB future HC)

Based on post-FB headcanons with Aurelius and Nagini getting together and having children. 

Got some inspiration from Origi. nals Klaus being there for Hope’s transformation.

Credence, now named Aurelius looked at his daughter with the same pride as any parent would. Tonight was a night that Nagini had feared for their child due to the blood curse. 

Not only did she receive her Hogwarts letter and celebrated, but her birthday was arriving at ten pm, that is where he wished Nagini was around. He did not know what to expect aside from what he was told, but she had left on unavoidable business no matter how much she begged for the night off. 

So he stayed with her. Their son was spending the night with Aberforth. While he stayed in their little cottage. 

He was reminded of werewolf transformations, but this was different, she would remain sane without potions, but the pain will still be similar the first time. He stayed with her as he remembered the first time his own Obscurus burst out. How afraid he was, in pain, confused. He refused to have his or any daughter deal with this alone.

No Maledictis or Obscurial should deal with being alone when they first transform, dangerous or otherwise. 

Melinda was sitting on the bed when it began. The cracking sound made her whine and writhe as her father comforted her. 

“I’m here. Let it flow, don’t fight it. If you fight against it, it will hurt so much more.” He did not allow her to think she was alone. He watched her breathe as she began to change. Bones breaking and realigning to her other form, her cries made his heart ache knowing there was nothing he could do to ease her pain. Slowly did her body change.

Only ones with the female linage would have the blood curse and to one day change and never become human again. It was a grief. But he remained proud of her. “Breathe deep.” 

She screamed out finally as she changed into another form unlike her mother’s. What had been his daughter, now lay a dark cat that shivered in some pain still before looking up at her father with the same dark eyes. 

“You’re so beautiful, Melinda.” He gently picks her up and walks to the door that he opened and sat on the porch with the cat. She stretched and moved her new form to test herself and her limits. “If you want to run, you may. Be back before dawn. Your mom will want to know you’re doing well. She will be so proud.” He smiles down at her as she meows up at him, hops down and began to run into Hogsmeade. 

Aurelius watching his daughter disappear into the night with a sadness and pride. His beloved and his daughter will one day be trapped in an animal’s body. He just hoped it will still be a long way from now. Or that a cure would stop the curse once and for all and make their animal forms nothing more than harmless Animagus forms.

#bone breaking tw #maledictus #credence barebone #aurelius dumbledore #nagini #blood curse #maledictis and werewolves in this universe deserve better #another thoughtful idea (headcanons) #fantastic beasts

[galaxofmuses]

"....That's hot." He casually breaks a bone as well and chews on it. You might hear a scream of pain. Don't worry about it.

#:: Ver; Villain; Hunter; Annihilation Never Looked So Good :: #alreadyknowthisstory #:: Watching the Dashboard :: #death cw #broken bones cw #bone breaking tw #torture cw #// HUNTER NO. DONT FALL FOR ANOTHER CRAZY FDHSKFH

[zu-is-here]

Fragile | Happy birthday to Horrortale ★

[1/16] horrortalecomic by sour-apple-studios

#blood tw #zu art #horror!sans #horrortale #badsansuary #undertale #undertale au #utmv #I believe Horror is kinesthetic #he's sensitive to smells and tastes and it's important to him to touch; to feel with his bones #he tests things for hardness and softness; sharpness and dullness; strength and fragility #he gets excited by the thought alone of crushing something with a light pressure #or even breaking someone with a hard one :)

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Abandonment Issues, Prologue (part 1)

Abandonment Issues comic, prologue: pages 1-5

I was going to finish th prologue and then post it all at once but it’s taking way longer than expected so uh. Shrug

(part 2: here!)

#bones of a rabbit #comic #abandonment issues #fnaf au #fnaf comic #fnaf sun x y/n #fnaf sun/moon x y/n #fnaf moon x y/n #doodles #sketches #tw injury #tw abandonment #glitched sun/moon #unhealthy coping mechanisms #there’s a lot going on here I know but it’ll get explained later #anyway #i hope u guys like it #idk i just work here #also I’m taking a break from discord n tumblr #like a break from the content on there I mean #so if I’m like. dead silent and or straight up disappear off th face of the earth it’s bc of that lol #just for mental health reasons #anywayyy. I hope u guys r doin ok

[strawberry-barista]

⚅— Continued from here. —⚅

⚅— @the-composer​ —⚅

TW: injury mention, bone breaking, violent content

— ★ ⚄ ★ —

Hanekoma’s mouth split into a wicked grin, and his eyes flashed dangerously, “The look on your face right now is priceless. But this isn’t near enough, especially if you can still have a tongue like that. So what’s it going to take to make you recognize me for threat that I am, hm? When are you going to acknowledge me and stop treating me like a fucking toy?”

His smile faded away, and he raised his chin. He didn’t want to hurt Joshua. God, he didn’t want to hurt him. This whole fiasco was only mildly obsessed over and very poorly planned. But he just couldn’t think of any other way. He couldn’t think of any other way to get Joshua to say-- think, “I’m sorry” or “I won’t mock you anymore” or even just “You’re a lot stronger than I thought.” He hated this. He hated that it had to be this way, and acting like this, in this place, it made him feel like an animal again. But God, what did he have to do to just make Joshua admit they were on equal ground?

He reached down and wrapped his hand around one of Joshua’s, running his fingers along the others, one digit at a time, “How about we try this, hm? One at a time, one bone at a time. I’ll curl them all the way around. Maybe after you’ve had your fingers thoroughly broken you’ll start apologizing, wontcha?”

God no. Please no. Please just let this go already.

But he put a lid on his thoughts, because God forbid his elders take notice. If someone heard, felt, noticed him, this was all over. He was probably over. He’d deserve it, too.

#busy dizzy and lazy ⤙ic⤚⚄ #the-composer #violence tw #violent imagery tw #injury tw #bone breaking tw #ask to tag #//he's just really violent in this one y'all #//seriously take caution when reading #go over it or game over now? ⤙reply⤚⚄ #is this a place to shine? ⤙post neo⤚⚄ #distressed decaf

[cursedbcrn]

LIZZIE SALTZMAN ( @siphoncursed​ ) wants ‘ a kiss that isn’t meant to happen but does so anyway. ’ 

          She really shouldn’t be surprised that Lizzie tracked her down. The twins had been relentless in their search for her since she left their father for dead, each in their own way. While the scavenger hunt across the South had been an amusing way to pass the time, she had a few pressing matters that really couldn’t be delayed any longer. So she waited for them to appear in her hometown, with spells and tears and emotional words that would probably mean nothing to her. 

She didn’t expect Lizzie to be alone though. While her girlfriend was stubborn and persistent, she also hesitated when it came to her own magic and power. Fear of hurting others would always be Lizzie’s weakness. So she had thought that her sister would be with her, brimming with dark magic as a last ditch attempt to save their dear friend’s soul. It was a shame though. The twins had spent their entire lives together, and they would now die apart, but Hope had warned them. 

The begging, the crying, the pleas for her to turn her humanity back on, they all fell on deaf ears as Hope stepped forward, a nonchalant grin on her face. The tiniest flicker of humanity at the back of her mind was drowned out by the terror in Lizzie’s eyes as she reached out for her neck. 

The point of no return. 

It shouldn’t have felt so satisfying, feeling the bones twist and snap in her hands. The way she could hear Lizzie’s last breath forced from her lungs as she fell to the ground, tears still clinging to perfect eyelashes. It should have been horrible. 

It wasn’t. 

The blonde laid there, looking almost as if she could be sleeping if not for the odd angle of her neck. Hope stood over her body, looking down at her curiously almost like she was a specimen under the microscope. The humanity-laden side of her was fracturing, a silent death under the suffocating indifference she shielded herself with. 

Given all of that, Hope didn’t know what possessed her to lean down, smooth away a strand of hair that had fallen into her face, and press a single kiss to her forehead. A goodbye. 

With that done, she stood once more, brushing the dust off her knees as she turned to leave when her ears picked up on something that shouldn’t have happened. A breathless gasp, the crunch of bones realigning, and Hope turned to see Lizzie standing, veins popping out under her eyes, and a smirk curled across the tribrid’s face at the sight.

“Oh. Well that’s a twist I wasn’t expecting.”

#[ ic. ] #[ lizzie saltzman / siphoncursed. ] #siphoncursed #[ v; safest place is by your side / siphoncursed. ] #bone breaking tw #😬😬😬 #[ nh!hope. ]

[cheesecakethots]

yan!chrollo is the type of guy to try and make any pets you have love him, only for it to fail horribly. any cats you have hiss at him, and dogs will either growl or hide under tables when he shows up. if you have a bird it might start trying to peck him to death.

it’s funny because he’ll be trying extra hard to make them like him, he sees it that if he can get your pets to love him as they do you, you might be a little bit softer towards him (you won’t).

you find it extra funny when he’s trying to flirt with you, leaning over you with a little smirk only for your cat to come along like a true hero and start tearing at his trousers.

i have this idea tho of when you actually make chrollo mad, finally make him drop the gentleman act for just a second, your pets will know before you do. your cat will dart out of the room, dogs will start hiding and whining, birds squawking loudly etc.

pretty horrifying, actually. you’ll be trying to get under his skin, and from the corner of your eye see your cat’s tail spike up, before it sprints out of the room. huh, weir- and then within a split second chrollo is right in your face, leaning over you with a tight smile, asking you to repeat what you just said.

illumi on the other hand does not try at all to make your pets like him. he allows you to keep them at the manor after you beg and beg, but will not go further than a pat on the head or passively allowing it to sit in his lap for a bit.

despite this, your animals love him. cats will rub up and down his legs, purr, sit in his lap, lay on him etc… i feel cats are more his “thing”, but dogs might wag their tails much more, whine when he leaves etc. maybe your bird starts copying the very few words he speaks.

one day he’ll be looming over you, his aura heavy and eyes even darker than usual.

“run again and i’ll break your legs.”

you’re trembling in fear until your parrot speaks up.

“break your legs! break your legs!”

absolute traitor.

#shitpost #damn i am spamming tf out of illumi and chrollo #tw yandere #tw.yandere #yandere #yanderecore #yandere chrollo #yandere hxh #tw threats #tw bone breaking #yandere illumi #yandere illumi x reader #yandere illumi zoldyck #yandere illumi zoldyck x reader #yandere hxh x reader #yandere chrollo lucilfer x reader #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo lucilfer

[grismavessel]

Inktober: Week 5

Happy Halloween!

"Agree to disagree, we both know who's right"

I thought about what other wacky stuff I could do with the vessel au.

What if Volo became a vessel for Giratina? What if he made himself a vessel on purpose and stole Giratina's power?

Originally the two were cooperating with one another but once Arceus tried to fix everything via a vessel/proxy, Giratina suedo abandoned Volo's plan a little (still mulling over the plot in my head) and left Volo without answers or assistance.

He would feel absolutely cheated. The most damning thing to refute all of his ideals and thoughts that the world was unfair and unjust.

He was abandon by Arceus and the one it outcast from the realms.

He is not the grand hero everyone loves.

He's had no just reason for all the wrong that has happened in his life.

He'd be furious. Insulted. He probably is plotting revenge of both god and vessel.

So if a pokemon won't listen, there are other ways to capture it. The red chain can steal back Giratina and bind it to him, making himself a vessel for a god instead of Gris.

But it doesn't work very well. Giratina's too big, too much for a mortal to house it without consequences. While Gris held off and fought off the possession, Volo foolishly takes on more than he could carry.

He's too blinded by rage, by the need to have victory over Arceus that he doesn't care if it's splitting him apart, or that he'll forever bind Giratina to his body due to the red chain's hold.

If Volo steals Giratina, he would become an imperfect vessel, a violitle bomb ready to lose his mind and tear the world apart.

(also I wanna add design notes so the tendrils are meant to be like tainted angel wings and I took artistic liberty to make the red chain more ribbony to add to the evil devilish flow going on.)

#Volo would be twitching and sweating like he was about to turn into a zombie #he'd be like 'im fine just some migrains layered together and my bones feel like they're breaking' #Volo would either fall over and die or break his brain and Giratina's and end the world #vessel au #volo #giratina #possession #tw body horror #tw eye contact #eye contact #happy halloween #inktober #spooky month #pokemon #pokemon fanart #pokemon legends arceus #pla #pokémon legends #volo fanart #and yes I drew him that way on purpose if you get what I'm putting down #teef #digital art #digital illustration

[buttercup-barf]

Okay, okay. I know what you're thinking, when you see this specimen.

"Butter, you silly goose, why such Weird tags when it's just a lil' froggy guy? Well. The truth lies under the cut, my friends.

It's tough trying to draw Goopino as freaky enough to be a bit jarring, goofy enough to be appealing, and also look like a twisted version of Peppino.

I also tried my hand at spook'ifying him, but. Uhhhh. I dunno.

#fake peppino #IT STILL BREAKS MY HEART TO CALL HIM THAT.. YOU'RE A REAL PEPPINO POOKIE I BELIEVE IN YOU #pizza tower #body horror #body horror tw #body horror cw #i like the idea of his legs being a mix of froggy and bug-like. plus limp goopy arms. when he was made all the bones went to his legs only #i just think it's funny and has no horrifying implications about his movement or who those bones belonged to whatsoever :-) #also. his skin hanging off his face? i fucking hated drawing that. i hate looking at it. i scared myself. fuckin' hell

[stealingyourbones]

Jason’s body isn’t meant to exist in the mortal plane. His existence is an affront to reality. It started a year or so after being revived. Jason’s body is wracked with pain as his body flickers with unearthly static, his soul rebelling against being in the wrong plane of existence. The first episode lasted only a second or two but it felt like hours. After that night, the episodes of glitching back in and out of reality became more and more frequent. Jason tried his best to prevent any and all confrontations with his family. He didn't want to worry them that he was slowly dying. His spirit forcibly trying to go back to the afterlife when all he wanted to do was stay alive.

The episodes happen every week now and last a minute or more. Each one saps Jason of all of his energy and strength. Jason spends many days just staring, eyes unfocused towards the ceiling, and just wishing for hours on end for the pain to stop.

—

Danny first saw the boy around three years ago. A teenager with a white streak in his hair kneeling on a nonexistent surface and clutching his head. His mouth was open to yell but Danny couldn't hear his scream. The figure flickered in and out of existence like jarbled tv static for only a moment before he vanished.

Danny tried to figure out ways to locate the man but came up with nothing. He put the issue behind him as his new title of Ghost King required almost all of his available free time. For two years he has spotted the screaming man flickering in and out in the Ghost Zone. The man has been appearing more frequently now. He wears different clothes each time, sometimes wearing a strange red helmet, but his position is still the exact same: Curled in a ball, hands clutching his head, and mouth open in a silent scream. Each time he would flicker in and out of existence before vanishing back to where he originally came from. 

Danny didn’t know what to do, he never saw anything like this before and felt helpless. He contacted Frostbite who couldn't find any previous examples of this happening in the Ghost Zone. Contacting Clockwork the man just smiled and told Danny that everything is happening exactly the way it should.

One episode of the screaming man changed everything. He appeared directly next to Danny. The man was without his helmet, he was dripping sweat and his eyes were glazed over in pain. Danny acted on impulse and knelt down to the man to rest a hand on his shoulder to ground him. 

The second Danny touched the man’s shoulder he cried out in agony as he felt the mans pain as if it was his own. God, he’s seen this person for the past three years and did nothing as this man suffered to this extent? Through the pain, Danny promised himself that he would do everything in his power to help this man. Focusing on the man's spirit, He could feel the man’s soul pulling him back towards the mortal realm. Danny latched onto the man's soul and let it carry him to the man's physical form.

—

Jason was fully dissociating from the pure agony his body was consumed with. His skin flickering and distorting and twisting out of place, his vision filled with nauseating swirls of greens and purples. It was always the same colors, why was it always the same damn colors?!

Suddenly, the pain became a background hum. It was still excruciating but Jason had gained a frighteningly high pain tolerance over the last three years. 

Jason felt something on his shoulder and noticed a figure in his house moments before the wave of exhaustion from dealing with the episode hit him like a brick: A man in extremely detailed battle armor with a long flowing cape behind him stood hunched over him, grasping his shoulder in a vice grip. Iridescent white hair flowing in a nonexistent wind and face contorted in agony as he flickered in and out of existence. The man had taken his burden. 

The last thing Jason saw before his eyes closed was a glowing crown of dark energy glowing an eerie green light atop his head. Something about it radiated a sense of safety and protection. 

He didn't know who this figure was but he knew that for the first time in two years, he had hope.

#tw sucidal ideation #dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #danny phantom #dc comics #dc #writing prompts #prompts #jason todd #whump #red hood #bones writes #who am i kidding this is basically the outline of a fic #idk simply imagine the glitchy thing from Spiderman into the Spiderverse #I wrote this at 3am so if there are any mistakes at all in the writing give me some slack #Jason trying to not make his family think he's in pain but literally every batfam member picks up on it #Jason isn't as snarky or is as active #he seems very out of it and always sounds like he's trying to conceal the pain of being stabbed #Dick is VERY worried and keeps trying to break in and help Jason #but Jason fortified his apartment far too well #Tim tries to set up bugs on Jason and Jason is too exhausted to remove them #and the batfamily is fucking horrified as they just pick up Jason screaming in pure agony- #and his voice glitching out as if he's a corrupted audio file #the batfamily are scared as hell for Jason and they keep trying to reach out #but he just doesn't answer his phone #nor anything else #may it be his doorbell #a league emergency #literally anything

[fours-writings]

more immortal y/n thoughts except it’s basically a direct continuation of my last post

Cw for mentions of blood and bones breaking (whoops sun accidentally breaks your back and not in the sexy way)

it’s a miracle you and moon managed to clean the remaining evidence of his earlier… “fit,” before it began to stain.

you dutifully helped the poor stunned animatronic clean himself as he refused to say another word after his last half-spoken question. his fingers twitched every time you ran the rag over his joints, clenching and unclenching, as if reliving just how easily your neck snapped underneath his gripped.

you didn’t force him to speak. he seemed frazzled as is, and you knew nothing you said would help. even after all this time, you still weren’t the best at comforting people.

however, even as you managed to clean the last visible bit with the rag soaked in bleach that stung your skin and nostrils lightly with each passing second you held it, moon didn’t seem too keen on leaving you just yet.

you expected more questions. horrified looks. guilt.

instead, he looked at you like a blessing straight from the lord.

you knew what moon looked like when he was excited. you observed everything around you almost as much as a machine like he was. mostly a habit stemmed from years of boredom and paranoia.

it was hard to tell whether you wanted to treat it like a fresh breath of air, or wanted to be offended by the fact of it.

you made no comment as you simply returned to the employee’s lounge— entirely empty, considering the lack of human staff in this place and even less of them voluntarily taking night shift for a multitude of reasons —to change into your spare clothes.

moon silently followed, lingering outside the door while you changed, and trailing behind you as you continued your night shift as if nothing happened. you trusted moon would scrub the footage of what just happened, if any of the cameras there were even on.

the next day, you chose to take over a coworker’s shift looking over the daycare. they gratefully let you, muttering something about the daycare attendant being freaky that you knew not to react to.

as you walked in around ten minutes before the daycare closed, you were greeted by a completely clueless sun bounding over to his favorite adult in the pizzaplex.

it was clear that moon had kept last night’s events a secret from his counterpart, and you were thankful for that. while you were fully prepared to give sun some half-assed explanation and comfort, it was obviously much more preferable to just not have to do any of that.

the day was slow compared to what you’ve heard happens in the daycare. only a couple children say hello to you, and the rest are occupied by sun’s usual entertaining antics. the animatronic even tries to tempt you into joining a couple games, to which you stubbornly deny each offer, much to his dismay.

as you dutifully watch him do his job, your eyes probably not blinking as you zone out a little, you notice something strange.

a little speck of something right on the rim of his little tutu.

specifically glowing a soft gold.

hm. so you didn’t do as good a job as you thought you did.

there was a pang of shame that you automatically stamped out with ease. didn’t matter. it wouldn’t stand out against his normal color scheme, and would probably go away in a few days. maybe a week at most.

the thought leaves your mind as quickly as it came to it, and you spend the rest of your day staring into space as the daycare attendant herds all the children around like hyperactive sheep.

eventually, your shift comes to a close as the daycare does as well.

you make no moves to leave, though, seeing as your next night shift starts in about an hour or so.

sun’s quick to run over to you as soon as the last child is gone, kneeling to your height in front of the desk like a dog eager for praise.

he babbles on about how the children were so nice today and he even got a few new pictures from the kiddos— apparently one was a liiiiiittle disturbing, but he didn’t mind because it was from his little superstars! —and that he just wanted to talk to you a little before he started cleaning up.

at one point, he asked for a quick little hug, to which you, of course, complied.

you stood up, and before you could each register it, he’d scooped you up and tugged you tight against his chest, arm wrapped around you like a vice.

during your earlier days here, he’d been very hesitant to hug you in fear of you getting mad or accidentally hurting you.

you reassured him you gave no fucks if he wanted to be touchy, and by now he took your word for it.

you barely noticed when his grip started to tighten, nor when pressure began to build up at the middle of your spine where his arms wrapped around your abdomen, and neither did sun.

however, you and him both noticed when his grip tightened a little too much, and a sickening snap rang out.

instantly he drops you, apologizing profusely and tentative pressing at your back for injuries, while you simply groan and hold your back as if it was just some simple back pain.

“No— nope, Sunny, it’s okay,” you reassured him, gently shooing away his hands, “you just popped my back a little, that’s all.”

a blatant lie. your back had visibly shifted a little, maybe a few segments dislocated or something. you definitely couldn’t turn on your spine at the moment.

“B-b-but it was so LOUD!” he protested in his usual worry.

“Yeah, my bones are loud,” you chuckled nonchalantly, “watch.”

your press your hands to where your spine had been shifted, some of the bone trying to poke through your skin. if you weren’t, well, you, you probably would be suffering quite the amount of agony and internal bleeding right now. but you were you.

carefully, you press against the upper half of your back, until another crack sounds out, and your spine is back together. you could already feel the internal wound healing beneath your flesh, warm and fuzzy like it had been reattaching your head to your neck.

“See?” you hum, doing a little spin in front of sun, “It’s all cool. You did nothing wrong.”

he clearly didn’t believe you, but you also knew he still thoroughly enjoyed the reassurance. his rays spun once over, and he let out a nervous chuckle.

“O-Oh, um, o-okay,” he reluctantly chirped back, “a-are you suuure you’re okay, though? You don’t, u-um, need a, like, a m-massage or anything..?”

you hold back a soft snicker as his fans start up in his flusteredness.

“I am fine, Sunshine,” you say with a slight smile, your grin widening as his fans speed up further. you walk over and pat him on the back, “now get to cleaning before the lights turn off.”

he immediately perks up at the mention of cleaning.

“OH— right, right, yes!!” he chirps, already sprinting back over to where the main mess of the daycare was, “Gotta clean up, clean up, clean up!”

as he goes on mumbling about how messy it was, you sit back down in your chair, waiting patiently for the clock to reach that fateful time.

the ache in your back had already faded, and so had the warmth. the chair beneath you leeched off what little heat you had, and you started to wish you’d bought that fluffy jacket you saw a few weeks ago.

you were looking forward to seeing moon, but at the same time not.

you didn’t know if his casual attitude from before was thanks to whatever was the robotic equivalent of adrenaline or was actually genuine, and you weren’t exactly looking forward to finding out.

#reader insert #daycare attendant x reader #moon x reader #sun x reader #fnaf daycare attendant #immortality #drabble #tw injury #tw bones breaking

[saigoat]

I love that one thing the torture/ Stockholm syndrome/ whump/ etc. community overlooks...is the substantial amount of tension and awkward silences. Like the real life aspects involved, no inner monologue, no creepy horror movie music scores, just long bouts of weird quiet. Maybe a stray gutteral noise or panting, but just staring and breathing.

#uuuuuugh but the unaccompanied symphony of the captive getting beat #no cool music we listen to bones break and muscle tear like men #thramsay #reek #tw. noncon #fan fiction #art #tw: violence #horror #horror writing #whump writing #whump

[ragingstillness]

One day I will write the Aleksander Wins AU I truly desire where he finally succeeds in some way getting freedom/respect/safety for all Grisha and the minute he gets it he just breaks down. Full psychotic break, massive depression, weeks of dissociation, non-verbal, unresponsive, constantly crying, everything he’s been holding back and enduring hits him all at once and It wrecks him. Trapped in flashbacks, unable to care for himself, touch adverse, catatonic, immobilized by chronic pain, unable to recognize people, needing to be restrained to prevent him from harming himself despite that causing him to have panic attacks, his personhood absolutely crumbling. And it’s terrifying and heartbreaking to those who love him and also horribly, horribly understandable. 

#sab #shadow and bone #aleksander morozova #the Darkling #s&b #tw depression #tw depersonalization #tw dissociation #tw chronic pain #tw self harm #tw panic attack #tw ptsd #tw cptsd #tw flashbacks #tw psychotic break

[bonetrousledbones]

question can you infodump about your Little Guys (atbb) to me because ive been following for like a year and i still dont totally understand them past papyrus au. they are really cool tho

oh my god ok so. first off atbb is the acronym for my ask blog @ask-the-bone-boys that's been on hiatus for a little over a year now. it was born in 2018 out of the annoyance of everything au-centered being sans and also a way to explore how the classic "aus get stuck in the original universe" fic trope would go if it was somebody from the "original" story leaving their universe instead. and also an excuse to make papyrus miserable to be fully honest

also also im going to preface this by saying i ship selfcest and there is some selfcest in this story ok if anybody has issue with that then uh. oopsies (i can explain the way i view it at another time if anybody;s interested but im already gonna ramble like hell here so not rn)

with that groundwork laid im gonna put this under a cut lmao dont click this

for the sake of organization- part 1: RUSS

STARTING AT THE BEGINNING so some very basic backstory for this Undertale Papyrus specifically is that he and his brother are twins, they grew up bouncing around several foster homes until they decided to run away to live in the woods on their 14th birthday, where they lived in a bigass tent for three years until Papyrus got badly injured and they had to get help from the townspeople, who uh kinda unofficially adopted them and thats how "they just showed up one day"

then more time passed and around 3 years after getting to the surface Papyrus was booted out of his universe by Mysterious Circumstances. he got a very bad introduction to the multiverse because the place he landed was my own version of horrortale, undermunch. there he meets Spooks!

i have a whole side-fic where you can read in better detail how this goes but basically monsters don't turn to dust in this world and also Spooks is a cannibal, which Papyrus doesn't know until he realizes he was fed spaghetti made out of a rabbit monster. IN addition to that, Spooks has very different magic from other aus, that being it's pretty much all concentrated into a kind of blue-magic-venom that comes out of his teeth like a snake.

Long story short Papyrus has to escape from Spooks somehow, and that's how he learns he's able to move through universes by himself. It still takes him a while to learn how to without being in a life-or-death situation, but that's ok because almost every other universe he goes to after that puts him into a life-or-death situation :>

and then FINALLY he gets spat out into a variation of Underswap, where he meets Honey. this one's a bit spoilery because i haven't finished writing this fic yet BUT its ok because this will be so so so disorganized. anyway so Papyrus is scared of Honey at first because he's been getting completely fucking obliterated by the multiverse (his leg is broken and he's wearing a chest plate he stole from a different papyrus who died in front of him) but Honey is relatively patient with him and lets him stay on his couch on the surface. This is where Papyrus gets the nickname Russ!

Russ is dealing with a broken leg when he shows up in this universe, so he stays with Honey for a little over three months while he recovers from that as well as (some of) the multiverse traumas he'd been collecting up to that point. The main things that he still can't shake are nightmares, trust/attachment issues, and EXTREME food paranoia. he refuses to eat anything he hasn't prepared himself, and even that can be a struggle. Also, because of how long he spent without getting it properly treated, his leg never fully heals.

He starts getting really really homesick the longer he stays in this universe. It builds up over his whole stay, but only starts to get Very Bad after he gets the cast off of his leg. Honey's home is extremely similar to his own home, and sometimes just seeing him and his brother interacting with each other makes Russ upset.

OH I FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT THE CODEPENDENCY ok so at some point Russ just starts completely clinging to Honey and Honey doesn't know what to do about it so he just kinda. unintentionally feeds into it and this turns into Russ sleeping in Honey's bed and blah blah blah eventually this becomes a problem for Honey because he doesn't know how to address Russ's homesickness and clinginess without hurting him somehow even though Honey is extremely stressed and actively burning out

Then Russ overhears Honey venting to Undyne and feels. crushed. And he reacts incredibly rationally! By avoiding Honey as much as possible! But it does not take him long at all to break down and the two finally have a chat about boundaries. They work out a plan together that Honey thinks will genuinely help and Russ thinks will get himself off of Honey's back. The plan is that they'll figure out how to control Russ's world-hopping ability and get him back home.

The idea is that if he's able to control when and how he leaves, he can control where he goes. Then, when he inevitably lands in his home, he'll pop back in Underswap and tell Honey how it went. Because he can control it! Of course!

Honey gives him one of his hoodies and a photo camera to remember him by. Russ tries to figure out what it was in the past that might have helped him jump universes, which was the desire to be just about anywhere other than where he was at that moment. So, he just, thought about going home instead!

And it worked! And he left Honey's universe! And then he realized he didn't land at his home at all! And when he tried to go back to Honey's universe, he went somewhere entirely different as well! And he never saw Honey again! Wahoo!

This is the point where he just becomes a complete mess I'm not gonna lie to you, he starts drinking even though he really really REALLY hates alcohol, he only eats enough to stay conscious, he gets into fights just for the adrenaline rush, and only stays in one universe long enough to confirm it's not his home before either leaving for the next one or collapsing somewhere and hoping he doesn't get attacked while he sleeps for two hours

then he lands in Edge's universe and this needs a part two now OOPS

#trousled rambles #EMPHASIS ON RAMBLES #atbb #undertale #papyrus #russ #wasnt gonna use main tags but you know what. the papyrus tag could use this kind of enrichment i think #glanced at it today and must've reported like 10 posts for spam in 15 mins #at least i put my long shit under a read more!!!!!!!!!!!! #ahem. anyway yeah it is slightly embarrassing that i have to break this into multiple parts but i put. so much thought into the lore here o #at least russ has the bulk of it so the next ones wont be so insane #i'll keep going in a bit but i think i need a break from typing and also to. eat somethjing lmao #edit oh my god i forgot ALL of the tws guys sorry #cannibalism // #broken bones // #eating disorder // #codependency // #alcohol // #self harm // #(not outright stated but he does deliberately harmful stuff yknow) #ask to tag

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The Lash of Bhaal

#cult leader swag idk #messy af but i'm just glad i had the motivation and desire to draw #and was able to just sit down and draw something #and have it be more or less what i was thinking of #i'm back babey #let's all thank juri's duke for breaking my art depression #rain definitely made some of his own clothes out of bones he took from his victims #he also collected teeth #and made jewelry from them #he was very arts and crafty #and i have extended his weird marking from just his face #that isnt a tattoo its just some visual manifestation of him being made of god blood #bg3 #doodles #oc: rain #tw blood