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pakchoys · 2 years
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boy with the hand shaped scar
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theflyingkipper · 1 year
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Bodies
headcanon (?) ramblings below (originally had a read more but it glitched some of the text)
My human Edward is trans (honestly Edward is such a trans character. He has the energy to be trans in literally every way) Although I don't assign exact ages to my humanizations because of how much time the characters (as engines) exist across, I still want my human Ed to look like he's certainly lived through a lot. He has more scars than this pose allows me to show.
Although James is a pretty femme character and my humanization (while dressed up) reflects this, hes also lived in and scarred underneath his outer shell. He’s rarely seen with that unsightly burn scar from his first accident uncovered. he’s probably getting dressed, facing away from the bathroom mirror here, so he also doesn’t have to see it.
slight visual update for Henry’s prosthetic hand :) I think the best descriptor for his (new shape) body type is “literally just a guy”, I dont think he qualifies for dadbod and hes not RIPPED 💯 💪 either so hes just Dude. I gave him more arm scars, the fact that I’d made him only lose a hand with no minor injuries felt weird to me.
Ironically for the poses I drew them in, Edward is more comfortable in his skin than Henry ever will be. James’ perception of his body is low in a completely different and much more painful direction :(
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morelikedoccock · 2 years
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Before the accident in my octomutation au (because I’m proud of how it looks)!!!
The ‘afterwards’ is under the cut (TW FOR VERY INTENSE SCARRING/BODY HORROR)
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Yeah so this would’ve been intensely painful when it happened, and it probably didn’t happen instantly😰 also yes he has the same colors as my Mer!au Otto because I’m partial to the color scheme lmao😂
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marionmaverick · 5 months
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It's 3 am but I wanted to draw Calem's neck scar.
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area-zero-rogue · 1 year
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“…”
Lamenting the lack of progress over the course of her time so far in Hisui, her eyes locked on the flickering flames of the campfire as her Pokémon sleep or lightly spar nearby.
Is this truly all I’ve accomplished since coming here?
(( She’s pouty cause people in Hisui don’t know much about the knowledge she seeks and she’s not about to take a boat all the way back to Paldea.
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gglowymushroom · 8 months
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Obligatory angel/demon lesbian pair, this is Hei-lo and Lailet! I did these for their Artfight main art/thumbnail Hei-lo is prone to rambling and is filled with an overwhelming amount of curiosity, has a tendency to shrug off questions related to herself though. She can disappear into the halo when she wants too. Lailet is skittish and jokes around a lot. Her tail often shows what she's feeling more than her face. Has no memory after falling a great height, sparking Hei-lo's interest in helping her recover her memories, or at the very least solve the events leading up to losing them.
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zona-nemona · 9 months
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Mod Post!
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Some scar headcanons for Nemona! As a deeply devoted Pokémon trainer, it makes sense to me that she’d have a couple of scars. Some descriptions of what the numbers mean under the cut!
(1) Scar above her eye. This came from throwing a Pokéball, having it bounce against a rock, and come back and hit her in the face. It broke skin. She is VERY embarrassed about this one.
(2) Burn scar. That cave she warns you about at the start of the game? Where the Raidon saves you from a Houndoom? Yeah. She had an accident involving them. Stumbled into the cave, tripped while running away, and got a bad burn scar along her leg upon an attack,
(3) Bite mark. From her Slither Wing biting her hand (More about this to come in future blog storylines!)
(4) Scarring around her head (mostly covered by her hair). As a kid, she was playing with a family pet Gible. She didn’t have a full understanding of boundaries yet, and the signs of the Pokémon telling her he had enough weren’t clear. She wasn’t being properly supervised, and eventually, the Gible bit her on the head. After a lot of tears and coaxing, she eventually calmed down. As traumatizing as the incident was, she took it as an important life lesson to learn the boundaries of Pokémon. Thus, it’s something she holds with pride.
(5) Scars on her abdomen from an impact from her Tauros. Luckily wasn’t too hard, but enough for her to get some scars.
(6) Electrical scars. As a kid got super excited and hugged a wild Pawmi. Didn’t end well. She’s learned her lesson.
(7) Peck marks. Attacked by a group of wild Squakabilly.
(8) Just some various scars from roughhousing, tripping, scraping herself, etc. Probably got some new ones during Area Zero.
She’s probably got some more but those were some notable ones I wanted to include!!! Feel free to ask questions as always!
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3cosmicfrogs · 2 years
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translation: “Don’t you dare wake a blind man...”
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after weeks of procrastination, and hours of drawing... i present to you...
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Bloodmoon!
Aka Bloodlust Dreamswap Nightmare!
now, i'll post his full backstory later, cause, even though this au has existed since December of last year, not all the fine details have been worked out, but, this is his offical design!
@levenxa, @multiblack-unsoar-offical, @skull-serenade :)
Dreamswap belongs to @/OneBizzareKai, as you all know,
and the Bloodlust AU belongs to me (@raccoon-in-a-dumpster), and @multiblack_unsoar_offical
ver without clothes under the cut (worth noting there is no explicit content, it is only to show the large extent of his injuries)
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skitfurthermore · 2 years
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AND THE PLANET REVEALS ITSELF / IN ITS DYING BREATH SAYS “I AM HELL”
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A is for Ellie
Hey, I'm so sorry if this prompt request took me a while but here it is now. Ask box is always open. 
Fire, flames, or excessive heat.
Tw/Tags: Pre-Canon, During Ellie's Time At The Wall, Angst, Torture, Branding (Kinda?), Hurt/No Comfort, & Dimitri Petrov Is A Cruel Asshole 
Excessive heat was never something Ellie ever favored, not that she hated it or would prefer the opposite but she desires the temperature that was in the middle of hot and cold. Where she didn't feel like she was burning from the inside out with no mercy. Once it had gotten so bad she would never want to reminisce on it again for too long she already felt that ugly burning feeling under her skin despite her best efforts. It had happened during a rough time in her life where she was stuck against her will at the Wall getting tortured for her supposed misdeeds. Worse, she was treated like an animal needing to be tamed, punished she was smacked with heat until it got to the point unable to bear with it further she fell to the ground with a loud thud. 
In mind splitting pain she had screamed out for hours right up until eventually her voice had started to lose itself over time. 
"This is what happens to low life crooks like yourself who won't talk" Their warden, Dimitri Petrov had spat, showcasing his disgust. "They get burnt" 
"Fuck right off" She cursed, traces of spit almost making its way towards the older man although not quite when she curled up in a ball, her skin soon turning a beat red color. 
"Ah. Don't worry then. I'm not. You'll talk soon" He straightened his posture. How someone can be so inhumanely cold, calm and calculating was beyond the redhead. "When we turn up the heat once more again. You'll be screaming for mercy. To tell us all your dirty little secrets" He chuckled deeply, dismissively waving a hand, a signal likely for his men standing behind him to put the pressure onto the young woman. 
"Fuck you" 
Then she was swiftly cut off as searing hot pain unlike any other she experienced before had brazenly branded her right across her bare back from one side to another. Balling up her hands and feet, arching her back away, Ellie tried to be strong, putting up a good front as she clamped her eyes shut imagining being anywhere else as an attempt to lessen the horrendous pain. She was treated like a melting candle, slowly melting from the inside out by the excessive heat taking her by storm. Unable to move besides the occasional uncontrolled body spasm she's made practically helpless to the torturers who took sick joy branding her skin with red hot irons, surely acknowledging it will cause lasting scars at best. Worse, it'll cause a nasty infection if left untreated and it will, everyone at the facility knows that whether being on the receiving end like an inmate or the guard who inflicts that sickening pain. Right now Ellie can only hope for the best outcome as she got another iron upper on her back in between her shoulder blades this time that nearly caused her to pass out. 
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kaceyrps · 2 years
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NATALIE ALYN LIND in TELL ME A STORY
2.01
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hellafluff · 2 years
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Lmaooooo New Slasher OC, Angel! drawn on 0 hours of sleep and with minimal corrections after the initial sketch Handwriting Translation under cut and in ALT
ANGEL
Retired Rockstar
50s? (as in age)
Deal with the Devil
Face fucked in car/bike accident
HATES paparazzi & trespassers
Sacrifices to stay alive?
Knife Guy
Stealth Transman
Tattoo (right bicep)
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nymfaia · 2 years
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ORIGIN OF EDMONT’S CANE / WAR WOUNDS.
   Edmont was not his parent’s only child, nor their first: until he was nineteen summers old, he had been the high house’s spare, with Albain being three years his senior. While he was poised to become the next Count when their own father retired, Albain did not allow his position to keep him from the frontlines of the Dragonsong War.
    And, as younger brothers are wont to do, Edmont followed in his footsteps as soon as he was able.
   Albain, nor Edmont, was never intended to see much of the war itself. While the eldest brother had proven himself worthy to be deployed at all, his family name kept him at the back of platoons and during excursions. It was one such presumably safe excursion that took Albain to the Steel Vigil, where Edmont was still a new recruit.
    The aevis and wyvern surrounding the area had been as docile as feral dragons could be up until that point, or so those who were stationed at the Vigil would claim. It was that early evening when the brother’s party arrived that they began to stir, and overnight they became a screeching, flame-spouting terror.
     Not many are still alive to state what happened. In the confrontation, Edmont had been picked up into a wyvern’s maw. He very quickly lost consciousness. When he awoke, he was back in Ishgard, leg stitched together where a dragonling had bitten down.
    Albain’s body was unable to be recovered from where he had been thrown into the Sea of Clouds.
    Adapting to being the next head of house at barely twenty and recovering from a wound that altered his gait. While he was stubbornly against a walking aid to begin with, he finally gave in to the usage of one shortly after he wed the countess just shy of a decade later.
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aquaticsoul · 3 months
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@shiroi---kumo is extremely helpful:
1 puffle boy + [ hum]
You Had a Bad Day || ACCEPTING
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Sometimes, his distress is not loud. It is not screaming or crying out or growling or biting.
Sometimes, his distress is quiet. It's retreating away from the present, a subtle hitch in his breath as he watches a blond engineer check each of his vital signs because fainting in the hallway again was "alarming". It's a distant glaze over eyes that no longer wish to process what's happening to him. It's his sumunaamio collapsing back into its port without a word.
It's giving up because his body remembers the past too well even when his mind knows the present is not meant to hurt him. His body reacts this way no matter who takes his arms and no matter what the reason is.
A perfect test subject, a pretty flower who does not bite back or protest, a good pet who doesn't tug at his leash - those are what he becomes.
Everything is a haze, fog too thick for much to cut through, but it seems finally that the one who stayed next to him has noticed this reaction.
There is a faint hum in the room, a melody he'd taught the prince long ago. It is the only thing he can think of. That boy's enthusiasm to learn and to be around him are all he can remember right now, and it is much better than the demons lurking in darker corners. They are deterred by the light of jade moons, scrambling back into their shadows because it is too much for them to bear. The only thing they want more than to torment him is to get away from people and things that are safe.
The musician focuses with what very little control he still has. He pulls in a more controlled breath, one not as shallow as the last several, letting it fill his lungs with the oxygen he would have been deprived of if left to handle this on his own.
And it feels to him like far too often that he gets left to handle this on his own. These specific episodes are not loud enough to be noticed without extremely close attention because he cannot make himself speak or move during them. To most, they could argue that he's calm, that he's perfectly fine, but having so little control or awareness is more terrifying to him than when he is able to vocalize that he needs help.
He's conditioned to behave this way, to comply, to become pliable and tame... but he is anything except for comfortable or calm in this state. The humming is what eases him gently back to safer waters, enough to notice he's leaning into the other Misterican. That itself is also enough to let him breathe in smells that are everything except floral, ones that are safe. Slowly, his eyes refocus, taking in white and blond and indigo and jade - there is no putrid green in sight.
He doesn't remember when the humming started or when the hallway turned into a bed or when his left sleeve had been rolled up - he hates that - or when the IV had been placed in his arm - Cid must have not been able to get it in the back of his hand this time - or when Pilvi became part of the situation.
He also doesn't really want to ask, not when he can sort of figure it out. He knows his sugar level drops out of nowhere sometimes. That must be what happened. That's why he'd been headed to the kitchens.
The difference in this time and other times - other than his arm being exposed somewhat against his will - is that he doesn't come out of it panicked or snarling threats he can't follow through with. He only shifts to situate himself in a way he can reach for his bind, holding onto the front of his shirt so he will stay close.
"Kiitos, Maamuna," he mumbles. "Thanks," he adds, so Cid can understand. "Sorry. Hard language."
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area-zero-rogue · 1 year
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“This is the only way I can keep him out of trouble.”
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