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fours-writings · 4 months

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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

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dogbound1128 · 21 days

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#hfjone spoilers #undertale mention #tw bones breaking #tw broken bones #tw axe #tw murder attempt #hfjone #liam hfjone #airy hfjone #hfjone shitpost #not palestine #scheduled #steven universe mention #su mention #ut mention

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zu-is-here · 3 months

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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 :)

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 4 months

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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!)

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cheesecakethots · 7 months

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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

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grismavessel · 6 months

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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.)

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buttercup-barf · 5 months

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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

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stealingyourbones · 2 years

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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.

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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.

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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

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saigoat · 21 days

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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

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ragingstillness · 10 months

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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

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bonetrousledbones · 7 months

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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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warlordfelwinter · 7 months

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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

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serickswrites · 1 year

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Take A Break

Warnings: escape, referenced captivity, referenced torture, broken bones, caretaker and whumpee, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort

“Whumpee, Whumpee, let’s stop. Take a break.” Caretaker was tired. Their legs ached, their lungs burned from running for so long. Surely they had gotten far enough away from Whumper’s compound to be able to take a break.

“C-C-Can’t stoppp,” Whumpee panted as they collapsed against a tree. They cradled their mutilated hand close. Caretaker would never forget the sound of Whumper’s hammer coming down on Whumpee’s hand. Never forget the sound of Whumpee’s screams.

“We need a break. I need a break.” You need a break. Whumpee’s skin was ghostly under the moonlight. Caretaker wasn’t entirely certain that Whumpee wasn’t on the edge of passing out.

“O-O-Ok,” Whumpee whispered as they slid down the tree until they were sitting. “F-Few minutes,” their eyelids drooped.

“Stay awake, Whumpee,” Caretaker murmured as they sat down next to Whumpee. They feared that if Whumpee passed out Whumpee wouldn’t wake up again.

Whumpee had taken the brunt of Whumper’s ire. Had taken the brunt of the torture. All the while Caretaker could do nothing but watch. And the days of torture had weighed heavily on Whumpee’s body and on Caretaker’s soul. “Please, just stay awake. We’ll catch our breath, then we’ll keep going.”

“‘mkay,” Whumpee whispered. They leaned heavily on Caretaker, blinking furiously to stay awake. “‘m ‘ake,” they said as their eyelids drooped once more.

Caretaker gave Whumpee’s uninjured arm a squeeze. “Not too much farther. Just a few minutes. Catch our breath. Then we’ll be home. You’ll see.”

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cheesecakethots · 8 months

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Ok but that chrollo/ johan ask got me thinking.... If you had to be kidnapped and spend the rest of your life with them, who'd you choose? Whose more bearable? Johan or chrollo??

Also i love your johan works. Dont feel discouragement from writing more on him becuz smtimes feels hard to write.

ahhh thank you!! no legit he is so hard to write, but i might reread monster soon to get my mind flowing

gosh in a totally fictional scenario where i wasn’t a lesbian, i have no clue.

(read more because this got long lol)

chrollo has the positives of he’s rich as shit, and wherever you stay is going to be glamorous. problem is you’ll probably have to move around a bunch, so you might be sticking to hotels. that might be so much more stressful, being kidnapped by this jackass and not even being able to settle in or get over jet lag before he tells you to pack your stuff, because he’s got another job on the other side of the world.

johan drifted from house to house during the show/manga, and didn’t stay put for long. if you’re with him during that time, well it’s going to be nothing compared to the lavish lifestyle chrollo has. but, you’re definitely more likely to be able to escape from johan than chrollo. he’ll probably account for that, so let it be known he’ll have an eye on you 99% of the time.

chrollo & johan give off that similar, gentlemanly manipulative vibe.

chrollo is definitely more overt with it, though. you could maybe call that a positive, because you’re less likely to fall for it, but it’s definitely more aggravating. you could be playing up a little, pushing him away, shouting, trying to run, and he’ll just say something like “hm. you’re right, dear. maybe we should visit your parents. i would certainly love to introduce myself to them properly.” and boom you shut your mouth at the clear threat in his otherwise monotone voice. i’m not sure if he’d actually go through with it, but neither are you. maybe don’t try and find out.

johan, on the other hand, is generally less willing to be so manipulative with you. i feel if he had a connection with someone other than anna for the first time in his life, someone who made him feel less of a monster and more whole, he wouldn’t want to treat them as he treats everyone else. manipulating you so overtly would make him feel like a monster again and definitely would hurt his feelings quite a bit.

buuut, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t do it at all.

johan has been manipulating and moulding people since he was a very young boy. it might be something he just sometimes does without realising. maybe he’ll mention things he knows you like in an effort to strike up conversations with you, and to make you like him more. maybe he’ll mention sad things that happened in your life, before he took you away. stuff like that, so nothing really on chrollo’s level. but, i would still say it sucks, because you’re more likely to become accepting and even… loving to a degree. you can’t help but feel a little bad for the guy.

i don’t think chrollo would physically punish you for running, as he wants to keep up that gentlemanly facade. don’t push him too far, you don’t want to see what’ll happen if he decides to drop it. he’s faster and stronger than you will ever be, so one second you could be shouting, screaming and hitting at the blank expression on his face, and the next cradling a broken wrist while he tuts and coos at you. don’t test it.

johan would NEVERRR physically hurt his darling. worst would be using maybe a needle to knock them out, but he’d feel bad about it. i don’t think he could bring himself to hurt your family or friends, either. i’m not even sure he’d punish a darling at all. maybe more locks, but he’d feel like the monster he believes he is if he tied you down to a bed to keep you from leaving. he might forcibly hold you close for a bit, just to keep himself grounded.

overall, i actually don’t know. johan seems like the better answer, but the idea of actually feeling bad for him or eventually loving him makes me feel >:/. not sure if i would be able to refrain from screaming into a pillow or punching myself unconscious if i had to deal with chrollo, though. (he’s a bastard. i love him).

i guess at least when johan gets you flowers or something you like, it’s for your enjoyment alone. when chrollo does it, sure, it’s nice to see you happy… but it’s mainly to make you like him a little more or prove to you (and himself) that you can be happy with him.

both are definitely better choices than illumi, though. fuck that.

#yandere #tw yandere #tw.yandere #yanderecore #yandere chrollo #yandere johan liebert #yandere johan #yandere chrollo lucilfer #yandere hxh #yandere monster #needles #tw needles #tw injections #tw bone breaking #tw violence #let me know if i missed any tws pls i think i got them all

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haxardouswaste · 2 months

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back pain

#i said i would digitalize that one doodle didn’t i #it’s funny bc I had really bad back pain while drawing this and had to take multiple breaks #idk waht possessed me I just wanted to draw bones #sorry i cannot draw instruments. 💀#tw blood #tw bones #ω-3 #salmonids #splatbands #splatpost #ω 3 splatoon #omega 3 splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon #omega 3 cellist #art

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surplus-of-sarcasm · 1 year

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Short Prompt #10

Notes: This can work as a standalone or a part 2 to this. You choose!

TW: Bruises mention, blood mention, bone breaking mention, illegal activity mention

"There," Hero says, a sort of finality to their tone as they brush the makeup over the last of the bruises on Villain's face.

The criminal's gaze wanders over to their reflection in the mirror, eyes widening as they take note of their now untainted face, as if the scratches previously marring their visage had never been.

The hero chuckles, sharp eyes glinting with amusement. The villain is awfully adorable like that. They resemble a confused kitten as they register their own appearance and the formal attire, in a striking shade of dark green, all about style and nothing about functionality. Replacing their usual bland, practical costume. Even if they were naturally good-looking, they were usually somewhat dishevelled. It suited them, in a way, but it was very different from their current state and completely unsuitable for a gala hosted by the mayor.

"You look ravishing, doll," the crime-fighter purrs lazily, warranting a flustered blush rapisly spreading like wildfire across the villain's face and neck. "Let's go, we've got a mission to complete."

Villain nods at them, letting the Hero take their hand, feeling their face burn and desperately praying that the hero wouldn't notice how strikingly their face was flushed.

Foolish hope because Hero notices everything, and it is among one of their favourite activities to make it so cruelly obvious to the villain, letting the corner of their lip curve upwards with a lopsided smirk as they lead them to where all the guests were gathered.

If the crime-stopper isn't buttering them up too much, and Villain actually looks as attractive as their careless flattery describes, it doesn't mean at all that they can actually replicate the part, that their acting would fit the part. Maybe if the objective had been sit still, look pretty, the villain's nerves might've been calmer.

Villain had learned that Hero's real identity was that of a wealthy, young civilian. A fact that felt strangely intimate to know. They were here to procure a piece of paper from the mayor's office; some document that convicted him of striking an illegal deal.

"Oh hello, darling! You look wonderful!" a middle-aged woman in a wine red dress croons excitedly at Hero.

"And you're stunning as always," the crime-fighter replies smoothly, flashing her a million dollar smile. From whatever strange firsthand experience, the villain could tell it was completely fake. Though, in a place where the air reeked of superficiality as much as it did of ridiculously expensive fragrances, they're pretty sure it wouldn't crumble under scrutiny.

"Hmm, and who is that?"

Still letting that dazzling smile dance across their face, their enemy-turned-date brings their hand up to their lips, pressing a soft kiss into the villain's knuckles. "This is my partner, Villain Civillian Name."

"Lovely," the woman attests, though the icy edge to the sugar-sweet tone unmasks how unimpressed she is with Villain.

They were definitely not rich nor famous as VCN, but it brings them solace to know that if she knew who they really were, she wouldn't dare be so dismissive of them.

"Would love to stay and chat, but I've got some rather important matters to attend to, so see you later."

They wrap their arm around Villain's waist, pressing a kiss into their hair, almost as though they are trying to annoy that guest on purpose.

"Alright, sweetness. Your turn to shine. You're going to distract the mayor. Talk to him, keep him interested until I'm done. And you will make great work of it," they whisper, tone still silky, but it held a promise of danger, reminding the villain that this hero pretending to be hopelessly in love with them can still break bones and leave their enemies drowning in their own blood.

Villain nods at them, changing their half-nervous walk into what they hope is a confident saunter, making their way towards the mayor. They take in a deep breath, trying for some calm. They have a million and one cards to play, and they desperately hope they choose the right one.

"Mr Mayor! It's so wonderful to finally see you in person!"

An old, balding man with an impossibly thick moustache turns their way. "Ah, and who might you be?"

"I'm VCN, Hero Civillian Name's partner. And sir, I do hope this isn't too annoying, but I would love if you'd share even just a hint of how you managed to run so many successful businesses while balancing being the mayor!" They flash them a bright grin, eyes wide with well-feigned excitement.

Judging by the grin on the man's lips and the awfully proud, "Certainly," he gives, Villain had made the right choice. Flattery was any egotistical person's kryptonite. Any chance they got to talk about themselves, they jumped at immediately.

And so, the villain gets stuck being tormented by the man's incessant chattering, nodding and smiling through it all, until they feel a light tap on their shoulder. Their saviour.

Shaking his hand warmly, the hero beams at Mayor, eyes devoid of any trace of malice. "Ah, I see you've met my lover. Mind if I borrow them, sir?" they quip.

"Sure, HCN!"

"Well done, love," they congratulate them once they are far away from the mayor. "Things went as smooth as ever. The bumbling fool kept his study unguarded. Keeps most of his papers outside his house. He thought he was so clever."

"Shouldn't we be leaving now?" They raise an eyebrow inquisitively.

"So soon? That's suspicious. So how about a dance, dove?" They extend their arm forward elegantly.

Slowly, Villain takes it, letting themselves be dipped and twirled by the hero.

It feels like magic, however fake it was meant to be. However dangerous it was to do this with their supposed sworn enemy. It takes their breath away, and between the lazy compliments, the dancing and the delicate kisses pressed to their jaw and cheekbones, at least a fraction of it must hold something beyond a perfectly executed act.

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