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dashing-through-ecto · 5 months
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Warning! Graphic, artistic depiction of Gore, Torture and Mutilation under the cut!
IT'S @ecto-implosion TIME!
I had the great honor of working with @yourneighborhoodneighbor who wrote a truly chilling fic for my art! Go and give them a follow and read their work! I can not stress enough how amazing their fic is! If you like angst and can stomach some grusome gore, torture and dissection, then this fic is definitely for you!
And also, you may have noticed that there is music for this comic! @lexosaurus made this amazing track for me and @bibliophilea lend their voice to Dr. Barbara Hartman. I Can't thank you two enough for helping me! This wouldn't have turned out as good as it did if you two hadn't helped me! <3<3<3<3<3<3
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dnd-smash-pass-vs · 12 days
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Gnolls! I can't believe that last time the gnoll was up I forgot to mention how hyenas have a pseudopenis. Yeah, the females have dick-sized complex clits and fused labia. Animal genitalia be wild. Anyway, these are 7- 7.5 ft (2.1-2.3 m) hyena people with a dominance-focused culture! They might have a bit of instinctive bloodlust and drive to hunt, but they're passionate, big on family, and super loyal!
Specifically these are the hunters and the forward guard of gnoll tribes, but we don't really have separate pictures. They're basically just normal gnolls with more experience under thier belt. But that's how the tournament works, if you show up in another book you get another shot.
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whennoonecares · 16 days
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I had a thought about how the Mercs might find out Pyro has a schizoaffective disorder:
Let's say that Pyro's doodling, right, and they're regularly looking up at an apple on the table. What if Ms. Pauling, as she's wheeling away,, someone, she glances as the drawing. The colors are wrong, maybe it doesn't even look like an apple- maybe a cupcake.
So she decides to ask Pyro to draw other still-lifes, and see what they do.
And consistently, they don't draw what's actually in front of them: the apple is a cupcake; a knife is a lolipop; a severed hand is a frilly little glove.
Ms. Pauling shows them to Medic, "This is what Pyro sees. The /shading/ is accurate, even if the rest isn't."
Maybe Medic does some different experiments on how they perceive the world too, trying to understand. I feel like Medic'd be curious enough to look into it, once he knew where to start looking.
Idk I think it'd be neat if the team wasn't so afraid of Pyro
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blancciiu · 8 months
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Lex universa est, quae iubet nasci et mori, occidere Deum
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quecksilvereyes · 11 months
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Forgive me, brother, for I cannot follow. The nave of this cathedral has long been robbed of its candles and the doors of the confessional have rotted off their hinges an age ago. The lattice has broken from the window, the curtain hangs no longer.
If I leant forwards on this weeping wooden bench, I could fit my palm to the slope of your jaw. I could lay my forehead against yours, I could taste the salt on your cheeks. The window is wide enough, brother.
Forgive me, brother, for I have drowned myself in spirits. My hems are wet and the world is spinning. My tongue tastes as though some sick, bloating thing has made itself at home within my mouth. I've stuck my own head below the surface, brother, and I screamed until my lungs burned and my nails broke where they clutched for purchase.
A question, brother. A thought. How long must I claw at divinity to drag it down to earth? Someone has fallen. Another must surely follow. Do you not think it lonely, in that box? The stone is crumbling, and the earth is shifting. How long does a god sit atop waning faith?
Your knuckles are raw. There is blood on your lips, and your back is hunched. A self-important prick. A blown-up brat. Too busy trying to get himself shot to watch where he's going. It is the four and twentieth day of the month and this is the twenty-fourth phone call mother has made, her mouth drawn tight.
This is a confessional, brother. Did his teeth crack under your fist? Did his blood run warm? Did he apologise for the way he looked at you, or the way he stood where you walked? Did you reach for a sword no-one can carry here? I know the way you dig your teeth into a duel, brother, but this was no duel.
This was just a boy.
Forgive me, brother, for I doubt you. Your hands are shaking, and in the dim sunlight that reaches through the dirty windows of this cathedral, your eyes are a sky dipped into a brilliant twilight. In the darkness of your mouth, your teeth shine like stars.
These are no earthly constellations. The vowels on your lips are not of a language we share with our parents. How many rosaries must I pray, brother, for these sins? Must I shed dress and negligee and girdle and skin, and bare to the yawning mouth of this cathedral my flayed flesh?
Will you dig your claws into me, will you rip muscle from me in ribbons until you find, nestled between my lungs and crushed by my spine, the pearl of my faith? Will you pry me open with golden, bruised hands, and take from me the only thing of worth I can still produce? So you may hold it up when you return, upon a pillow of silk - an offering. There is just a delay. Worry not, the faith is still there.
Forgive me, brother, for I will not board the train. I will not clutch the little ones to my breast, and I will not bury my face in your chest.
I watched you slay a beast-god when we were children. Its blood soaked you to the bone, ten-and-three and weeping sorrow, red from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes. To the tip of your sword and the tip of your tongue, until the field was flooded and the skies groaned.
I took your face in my hands and kissed your slick cheek. At our feet, the last breaths of the one hundred year winter rattled from the witch's lungs, and the beast's claws wore themselves to dust. Our little brother lay dead in the sludge. Our little sister wailed until her voice gave out.
Eight. And ten.
Forgive me brother, but I am reaching through the window. My nails are broken, I know, and my hands are calloused. I am digging into your flesh, I know, but maybe, if you folded yourself right, you could fit through it. Maybe, if you bandaged your knuckles and closed your eyes, you could submerge yourself, full-bodied, and draw the blood from your every pore.
There is no holy water in the basin anymore, but the river by the mill might do. Perhaps we will find a hammer with which to smash the pillars of your shoulders. My brother, where will the skies rest then? Won't they slide from you, and aren't they already shattered?
You do not move. The twilight shines with salt. Your hands shake and your hair is golden. Come with me, you say. You go through a wardrobe and I follow, you drape yourself in hide and I follow, you are crowned and I follow. You walk from a train station and I follow, you duel the man who has sat himself upon your throne and I follow. My skies and horizons, my brother.
You will board the train. I will dip my face below the waterline. Forgive me.
The cathedral is ransacked, and I do not know how to make it fit for worship.
- High Queen Susan the Gentle gives her last confession to her brother, High King Peter the Magnificent, successor of the lion by right of blood.
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wyrdle · 2 years
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Sanninnnnnn
CW for dysphoria
basically exploring oro pre getting any body transferring abilities, and in a bout of dysphoria did something stupid to tsunade’s concern lmao idk. I just wanted some Kunai venting :V Think it’s a fun idea to spin the body swapping as part of alleviating dysphoria. I get that they have bunshin and stuff but maybe that still feels different? idk
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supersmashbabs · 5 months
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I’m so disappointed that the HBO documentary about Love Has Won didn’t mention Amy Carlson’s missing eyes at all. Who took them out? Why? Where did they go? What was the purpose of filling the sockets with glitter? Does anyone know the answers?? I want to know
Also why in the FUCK were the charges for tampering with human remains dropped, that makes no sense. It’s not like they weren’t guilty! They were!
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turianmailman · 2 years
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“I’ll only do one panel or two” I said
Helps to have Sleep Paralysis by Bad Suns on
CW in tags
EDIT: FORGOT THIS WAS PART OF Season 2 AU
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So, how's my favourite stars member doing? Need a new Medkit? Your uniform patched up? A hug?
- A mysterious entity that only wants the best for you ^-^
(Also you're really cool person who runs this blog thanks for making me smile and laugh at these)
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olord-give-mania · 6 months
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Janitors are the backbone of our society
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dnd-smash-pass-vs · 30 days
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So, this isn't actually the Dybbuk's real form. They're demons that possess corpses, the real form looks like a sort of jellyfish. Below is a 3e depiction, which is kinda cheating but it's all I've got. They're telepathic jellyfish demons that love making people scared or nauseous. They try to spend all thier time in the prettiest corpses they can find, entirely so they can freak people out by mutilating it (then fixing it up to do it again).
Maybe "violence" or "gore" was a bit strong of a tag, but it was the best of the options I know. Being here for minotaur and spiders and tentacle monsters doesn't necessarily mean you're here for this....Ok I guess if you're here for tentacle monsters this technically counts, but whatever.
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lackablazeical · 1 year
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A redraw of an original Usagi comic book cover! Some people wanted Usagi to go feral, and I agreed! This took like. Over 12 Ish hours bc I insisted on hand drawing every skull, cloth pattern, etc (as well as evening out the pile of dead bodies so i had to make shit up). Bad idea. Don't do that. Be smarter then me
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bananaflavoredslurpee · 9 months
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insert monster by skillet
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Hi it’s me I’m asking abt the radiation girls bc EVERY TIME I see that wristwatch factory post I’m so confused bc I don’t know what to google to get answers pls infodump on me
Beans you have no idea how happy this has made me, cw that I'm adding pictures that may be unsettling to some viewers also this is very long, like reaaaally long
TLWR: The Radium Girls died horrific deaths due to painting watches with radium paint and the corporation responsible tried to cover it up. This tragedy helped to form OSHA
Okay so! The Radium Girls (i wrote radiation in the tag by accident whoops) where factory workers who painted clock hands and instrument dials with radium luminescent paint around 1920. 100 years ago! Neat!
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So, this was back when radium and by extension radiation had just been discovered. Back then radiation was thought to be able to cure cancer, it was in make-up, toothpaste, fancy spa water, even butter. Radioactive tonics were being sold as a miracle cure snake oil. It was even called Liquid Sunshine with espresso like effects. And what can radium do my dear Beans? (besides kill you) It can glow.
Radium luminescent paint made clocks readable in the dark, which was a big deal when digital clocks and non-toxic-glow-in-the-dark stickers didn't exist. In WW1 soldiers needed to be able to see their clocks for maneuvers that needed precise timing in the dark/in trenches without being spotted by the opposing side (at the time wrist watches were seen as a lady thing until the war)
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One of the factories that made those watches opened in orange NJ in 1916 called the US Radium Corporation (USRC). They hired about 70 women, the recorded youngest 14, to paint watches for the military with the paint. It was actually considered a fancy job, as it paid three times as much as a regular factory job at the time and the women were listed as artists in their town’s directory. They soon were called radium girls and they were 5% of female workers in the US. An estimated 4000 workers were hired by corporations in the US and Canada between 1917 and 1926. Working in one of these factories was a big deal
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Radium paint powder is super pretty and after work, the ladies would sprinkle it on themselves and dance in it. They would wear their favorite dresses to work so they could get some of the paint/powder on them so they could glow all the time. Because how cool is the dame that's shining like an emerald in the dancehall when no one else is? The radium dust, since its dust, was in the air itself - so these women were breathing it in constantly, sometimes they would rub it on their teeth as a joke and they would paint their nails with it so they could glow as well. They started getting called ghost girls because when they'd walk home in the dark, they'd be glowing like a ghost. When they would blow their noses the tissue would glow
How do you paint those tiny bits of watches that need to glow? With a very tiny paint brush Beans! The technique they were taught to get these teeny tiny numbers on wristwatches (which sometimes were only 3.5 centimeters wide) was called lip pointing. After painting each number the woman pit the tip of the paintbrush between their lips to make it a fine point. With every digit, the girl swallowed a little bit of radium.
The women started to experiencing side effects of unknowingly feeding themselves radium pretty quickly in the early 20’s, including: chronic exhaustion, tooth and jaw pains, and stillborn births. 22 year old Molly Magia had to quit her job at the radium factory because of the aching pain in her limbs that was so agonizing eventually she was unable to walk. She had been wrongly diagnosed with rheumatism and was prescribed just aspirin at first. Soon, she lost most of her teeth and in their place were agonizing ulcers would grow. The entirety of her lower jaw and the roof of her mouth and even some of the bones her ears were said to be one large abscess. Her entire lower jawbone had become so brittle that her doctor removed it by just lifting it out
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Her jawbone was riddled with teeny holes and this is because the body treats radium as calcium substitute but instead of strengthening the bones like calcium, radium kills off the bone tissue. The women weren't yet aware of the culprit, of course, that's because the specialist who had begun to ‘help’ them was Dr. Frederick Flynn of Columbia University
After declaring there was unquestionably nothing wrong with them, he turned out not to be a licensed physician but a toxicologist working for the very radium factory that the women worked for the USRC and the man who was introduced as his colleague was actually a vice president of the Corp. The USRC also paid off local doctors and dentists to tell the women that they were sufferings from syphilis and eventually that was their cause of death, which was shameful to the family
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When the girls started dying from their radium poisoning, the first was Maggie on September 12th, 1922. She was 24 (that’s my age). The cause of death was listed as syphilis. 18 year old Grace started to work as a dial painter on April 10th, 1917, just 4 days after the US joined WW1. By the time Maggie died, Grace was having trouble with her jaw and suffering pains in her feet and so were other workers
Their legs broke underneath them (literally), their spines collapsed, and soon more were dying. The USRC denied any responsibility for the deaths for almost two years but when their bottom line was threatened by the shrinking sales due to the rumors that were spreading about the dangers of radium in 1924, they commissioned an expert to look into the rumored link between the dial painting profession and the women's deaths
The independent study confirmed the link between the radium and the women's illnesses but instead of accepting the findings and making the changes that had been suggested, the USRC paid for new studies that published the opposite conclusion. They also lied to the Department of Labor which had begun investigating about the verdict of the original report. In 1925, a doctor named Harrison Martland developed tests that proved once and for all that radium had poisoned the women
Martlin discovered that when radium was used internally essentially honeycombed the woman's bones. In 1925, Grace’s spine was basically crushed and she had to wear a steel back brace. She decided to sue the USRC but she spent two years searching for a lawyer who was willing to help her. She said, ‘It is not for myself I care; I am thinking more of the hundreds of girls to whom this may serve as an example.’
Other women's legs were shortened and they spontaneously fractured, sometimes the moment a woman realized she even had radium poisoning was when she caught sight of herself in a mirror in the middle of the night. The radium had embedded itself in their bones and had caused them to glow from the inside out
By then doctor Martin had also found that the poisoning was fatal as there was no way to remove the radium from their bodies. Grace was finally able to find a lawyer named Raymond Berry who along with Grace and four fellow workers Catherine Schaub, Edna Hussman, Quinta McDonald, and Albina Latrice accepted their case in 1927. They were seeking $250,000 in damages which is about 3.4 million today.
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The USRC wanted to delay the trial as much as possible with the hope that all the women in the case would die before the outcome would be reached, so they kept calling these long recesses for months and months
By the time that women finally appeared in court to testify in January of 1928, none of them were able to raise their arms to take the oath #
The case was finally settled in the woman's favor in 1928 and it became a milestone of occupational hazard law and raised the profile of rad poisoning just as Grace had wanted. By 1927, more than fifty women had died as a direct result of radium paint poisoning. Despite denials of any fault by the USRC after the lawsuit they and other factories that dealt with radium laced paint changed the working conditions. They banned the lip pointing and they gave them protection protective clothing to minimize exposure and after these simple changes were instituted (which actually had been suggested and ignored years before by that independent study)
More women rightly sued which the radium companies appealed several times but in 1939, the Supreme Court rejected the last appeal. The survivors received compensation and the death certificates of the women who’s had been put as syphilis were changed to radium poisoning
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Maggie's body was disinterred. Her bones were glowing.
The Radium Girls case was one of the first in which an employer was made responsible for the health of the company's employees and it led to regulations that saved lives and ultimately to the establishment of OSHA. Before OSHA was set up, 14,000 people died on the job every year. Today it's just over 4500 (which is still a fucking lot). The women also left a legacy for science that's been termed invaluable as it revealed the dangers of radium, so thankfully people stopped using it
Marie SkłodowskaCurie's notes from the 1890s are still considered too dangerous to handle without protection due to the high levels of radioactivity and are stored in lead line boxes. She died of aplastic anemia in 1934 resulting from long term ionizing radiation exposure
[the radium girls: the dark story of America shining women by Kate Moore was the main source for this post, some name’s may have been spelt slightly wrong and for that Bee (that’s me) is sorry]
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Any normal person reacting to having their hand hacked off: "*loud screaming and swearing*"
Gale reacting to having his hand violently hacked off: "Cease, you loon!"
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nullphysics · 9 months
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What if Joshua scarred from Phoenix Gate
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