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zil-street · 5 months
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Someone please give Normal a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate. Kiddo needs a break.
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bimbvx · 5 months
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uhhhh fuck/marry/kill (from left to right) jeffrey c. hodek, jeffrey a. woods, jeffrey mason
(i made a poll on twt go fill it out)
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hi!!!!! may i request a jontim or timsasha to ur liking please!!
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do you ever think about how their scars would be mirrored if tim had made it out. (click for hq)
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behindthescreamz · 4 months
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close up photos of the special effects makeup applied to neve campbell in “the craft” (1996)
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rayebiez · 6 months
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Commission of John Juniper from I Expect You to Die
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astrallar · 3 months
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I wanted to wait until I was done but that could be anywhere between the next few days and the next millenia but im giving realism another go with a new lad called Mirrian
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I reeeallly like the design you have for nishiki’s scars and im like SO tempted to draw him with the same/similar burn scars and whatnot– do you think you could post a little ref for what they look like on his whole body overall? if you want to of course! 💕
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here you go!! sorry this took a hot minute, the ishin brainrot is consuming me kdkdkldlkd
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tildeathiwillwrite · 4 months
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Merry Whumpmas 2023 Day 28: Scars
Week 4 of this bullshit. Only 3 more days left to go! Enjoy.
This is a direct continuation of Day 6: No Where to Go.
TW: painkillers, anesthesia mention, death mention, surgery, burn scars, mentioned abuse
Hero awoke slowly, their thoughts moving sluggishly through their tired mind. Their eyelids were heavier than bricks, but they forced them open, unease and uncertainty roiling in their stomach. The harsh lights overhead hurt their eyes, and they squinted, trying to filter out the brightness and make out their surroundings.
“Oh, you’re awake now.”
Hero turned their head, finding Villain leaning over them. They realized they were sprawled on a flat, uncomfortable surface. Villain’s head was bowed, their concentration intent upon Hero’s side. Hero tried to see what they were looking at, but they couldn’t raise their head.
“Sorry, I guess I didn’t sedate you enough,” Villain mumbled, reaching for something out of sight. “You were already unconscious, so I had to estimate. I think I gave you enough analgesics though. Does it hurt?”
Hero realized with a sudden jolt of fear that they couldn’t move anything but their eyes and head. Were their arms tied down? They couldn’t feel any restraints… “N… no…” they whispered through numb lips.
Villain nodded, distracted. Their hand returned, now clutching a pair of tweezers with gloved hands. The gloves were splattered with blood. “That’s good. Let me know if that changes. It’s not gonna be fun once they wear off.”
Hero swallowed, eyes darting about the room. The walls were exposed brick, and the only lighting appeared to be the one directly overhead, illuminating Villain’s work. Whatever that work was. Was the blood on their hands Hero’s? The only exit appeared to be a door to Hero’s right, behind Villain.
Metal clicked on metal, and Hero’s eyes darted back as Villain exhaled in relief. “Got the bullet out. Now I just gotta stitch you up and give you some more analgesics and maybe some anesthesia.”
Their words sounded almost foreign to Hero. The only thing they understood through the hazy fog was that Villain… seemed to be helping them? “O… okay….”
Villain worked in silence for a few minutes. Hero still couldn’t see what they were doing, so they gazed at Villain instead. Sometime between when Hero had passed out in that dark alley and when they’d woken up in this room, Villain had removed their mask. Their hair had been hastily pulled back, and Hero could clearly see their profile.
They looked normal enough at first, but as Hero’s eyes adjusted to the harsh lighting, they noticed the long, dark scar snaking down Villain’s face. It was old, blending in with their skin tone, but unmistakably a burn scar.
As if in response, the skin on Hero’s upper back tingled, where one of their allies had grazed them during a training session. They’d been drilling reflexes by launching small fireballs at Hero nonstop until they got hit. Once they did, the ally chastised Hero and ordered them to go to the medical bay. They didn’t even help Hero to their feet.
The incident had been almost a month and a half ago, and the burn still wasn’t fully healed. The affected skin itched constantly, especially when Hero tried to sleep. But Hero’s team leader refused to give them anything besides a small amount of aloe on the grounds of ‘building pain tolerance.'
It was all bullshit, as Hero later learned when they broached the idea of taking a break from the team for a little while. None of their ‘allies’ had responded well.
Hero closed their eyes. They didn’t know how long they were trapped in the team headquarters before escaping and fleeing to Villain’s section of the city. They barely remembered most of it, and they didn’t want to. But thinking of it brought images of Whumper, of them beating and belittling Hero for their weakness.
But Whumper was dead now.
Villain had shot them.
Villain had saved Hero.
As if in response to Hero’s thoughts, Villain spoke. “Alright,” they said softly, “I’m done.”
Hero opened their eyes. Villain massaged the sides of their temples, bloody gloves removed. “You’re one stubborn person, Hero,” they said, mouth cracking into an exhausted grin.
“Uh… tha… thank you….”
A look of concern crossed Villain’s face. “You’ve lost a lot of blood, both from the gunshot and…” they gestured to the various cuts and bruises all over Hero’s body. “Honestly, it’s a miracle you woke up at all. I patched up the worst of it, but you’re gonna be recovering for a while.”
Hero blinked, the memory of their team leader fresh in their mind. “Are… are we… safe… here…?”
Villain glanced over their shoulder to the door. A beat of silence passed before they answered. “Yeah, pretty sure. We’re in one of my safe houses right now, no one saw us come in. And the only one who saw you come to me is now dead in an alley which—” they grimaced— “isn’t going to bode well for me whether or not your former team connects the dots.”
“...I’m… I’m sorry I…”
Villain held up their hands, scowling. “Do not apologize. You needed help, you still need help, and I promise you: I’m not gonna let those assholes lay a finger on you. Understand?”
Hero nodded to the best of their ability. Their movement was still limited, but they had begun to regain sensation in their fingers and toes. They wiggled them experimentally. It was like moving someone else’s hand.
The motion caught Villain’s eye, and they smacked the side of their head. “Right. Analgesics. I’ll be right back, you do not want the painkillers to wear off anytime soon.”
Hero watched them leave. They slowly exhaled, trying to calm their racing nerves.
They were safe.
Villain had promised.
Everything would be okay.
Part 1 | Part 3
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methysis-art · 2 months
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Headshot portrait of Attumar, our campaign's bishonen wizard >_>
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bunnieswithknives · 1 year
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AU where they go out for ice cream and nothing bad happens ever actually
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lilbluebastard · 4 months
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Drawing Anderson like one of my French girls
There are spicy alternates to this but I’m to shy to show them because Yee……
So! here’s a lil body head cannon of my wife!
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simbasomba · 3 months
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Guys I’m getting obsessed with using a blue multiply layer in art send help
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nightmaskart · 11 months
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Temperance, finished commission
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navy-leader · 2 years
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Magic whore boys also known as magical mountain
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jewishicequeen · 23 days
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I burnt like 25% of my left hand last year, like a full 2nd degree burn over the whole spot, and it was one of the worst experiences of my life. Since your scar is way cooler looking than mine, you really really REALLY have my sympathies. Burns are horrible, I don't wish them on anyone.
Oh god that sounds awful😣
Yeah, I have 3rd degree burn on 30% of my body so. Not fun. Don't play with fire, kiddos. Or hot water, oil, or weird chemicals you don't know, and obviously, OBVIOUSLY, don't fucking AIM THEM AT OTHER PEOPLE.
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onlytiktoks · 2 months
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