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sleepy-writes-stuff · 10 months

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DP X DC WRITING PROMPT #19

Beware! Not gonna lie, this prompt is creepy. I was feeling some horror vibes and decided to write it down. Whether or not it's actually creepy is for you guys to decide tho. However, just in case...

CW: Mentions of blood/ectoplasm, human experimentation, and descriptions of other unsettling imagery. Mind the tags!! They can give you a summary of what this prompt is about.

(#) = Notes at the end of post. Important context!!

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Echoes of the Soul

Danny is captured and taken away by the GIW to be experimented on and despite the combined efforts of his friends, family, and former enemies he's never found. Decades pass, the GIW were shut down at some point and put to trial for all of the atrocities they committed while Danny is recorded as the first superhero know to history. Tragic though his story may be, many modern teenage heroes look up to him.

Danny would only be seen as a memory by the world. Seen as someone who did actually exist at some point, but time and mystery have lessened his impact on other's thoughts and emotions like many other people and instances throughout history. However, it isn't until Jason is on his way back to Gotham since the first time he died(1) that he accidentally/unknowingly takes a detour.

He can't pinpoint why he's taking a longer route back to the city of his birth and death, but something in his chest, his heart, is telling him to follow an unknown path. Though mildly irritated, he follows it regardless. The incessant tug at his ribcage eventually leads him down some back roads into the middle of nowhere, where he finds something.(2)

From the outside, it looks like a regular dilapidated house in the country that was long left abandoned. Something inside Jason screams that the isn't the case at all. He dismounts his motorcycle and circles the property for anything suspicious. He's as cautious and stealthy as a cat stalking a mouse through the grass. Finding nothing, he eventually makes his way to the door, having to break it down to even enter it.

As he steps into the house, all the hair on his body stands on end and he's immediately on edge. Nothing on the ground floor seems suspicious, if a little empty. It was clear nobody had lived here for quite some time, but the feeling in Jason's chest wouldn't leave. If anything, it wrapped itself tighter around his chest, squeezing his lungs and heart to point of almost panicking.

Searching the house and finding nothing in the side rooms, he eventually finds a door to what he can only assume leads to the basement. As soon as his hand even touches the doorknob, his skin is crawling with chills and his teeth are chattering no so much from the cold but from fear he can't locate the source of.

The door creaks when it opens and reveals the stairs leading down into a yawning mouth of darkness. Flashlight in one hand and a pistol in the other, he cautiously begins his dissent. Once at the bottom, he finds another door. Only this time, it's completely out of place. Instead of a rotting, wooden door barely hanging onto it's hinges, this door is made of thick reinforced steel with a lever and a keypad where a doorknob should be. It's not difficult to figure out the code to unlock it. With his history, it might as well of been child's play to crack it.

Once the door was opened, however, he wished he'd left it locked. He wishes he never even set foot in this house or even followed the tugging at his ribs in the first place. On the other side of the door was a lab. All of the equipment and surfaces were left in disarray, some trays full of tool even knocked onto the floor as if whoever owned the lab was in a hurry. Or whatever they were studying was trying to get out.

The fact that he was looking at a destroyed lab, was the least worrisome observation, however. Everywhere he looked there were splatters of glowing green, some duller than others. Just the sight of them had the Pits roiling in upset, tinting the edges of his vision green as well. He steps further into the lab, careful not to step on any of the sharp tools littering the floor as well as any puddles of glowing green.

Eyes constantly scanning for any movement, he eventually makes his way to the center of the room, right next to a large, steel lab stable, complete with wrist, ankle, and neck staps. The surface was littered with deep scratch marks and more splatters of the same glowing green substance that he can only assume is blood. There was even an almost perfectly shaped handprint of the stuff curling around the edge of the table. Morbidly curious, he reached out to touch the handprint, wondering if it was related to the Pits somehow.

He didn't get to wonder for long, however. As soon as his fingertips so much as brushed against the handprint, the feeling he'd been following for the past week suddenly had his chest in a stranglehold followed by a vomit-inducing yank that left him dizzy and off-balance. He didn't have time to gather his wits before his ears were flooded with hair-raising screams and sounds of struggle.

Ignoring the nausea, his head whipped back up to the lab table he was standing in front of. What met his eyes was a young boy with black hair and terrified green-tinted blue eyes as he laid strapped to the table with men in white lab coats surrounding him, with one in particular having his green stained arm elbow deep in the boy's vivisected chest.(3) This one is important! More context below!

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Notes:

(1) This takes place before Jason returns to Gotham in Under The Red Hood

(2) What Jason is feeling is his baby halfa core reacting to a distress signal being sent by another halfa.

(3) This isn't a time travel prompt. What happened here is Jason got sucked into a very corporeal memory/imprint that belonged to Danny. What Danny experienced in that lab filled him with such raw emotions that everything that is part of him (i.e.- his blood) trapped every experience into a playable memory when said blood is touched. The memory is, in essence, still very much a part of Danny. What does that say about Danny's current existence? He's trapped. He's trapped in a neverending, disjointed cycle of reliving everything that was done to him and is forced to haunt the very lab he was held captive in. What does this mean for Jason since he got sucked into it? He's trapped too! However, with another person there, they can help Danny break out of the cycle and free himself. What will escaping mean? Will he permanently die? Will he come back a full ghost? Will Jason helping another person through the horrors of their own death help bring closure to his own? What does this mean for the rise of Red Hood? That's all up to you guys!

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cccat-in-a-meat-sack · 2 months

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Don't forgive. Don't forget.

Nex was 16. They were a child. And they were murdered.

They were dismissed and abused and then murdered for being trans.

And no one is talking about it.

A child is dead and no one cares.

Do not forgive. Do not forget.

Their name was Nex Benedict. They enjoyed drawing, reading, playing video games, they had straight A's and a cat named Zeus. They were a person. Do not forgive. Do not forget.

#nex benedict #transgender #hate crimes tw #nonbinary #our queer experience #trans #trans rights #transgender rights #trans rights are human rights #It Talks

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dicediceking · 1 month

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The last goretober pics (I think) these prompts I just found around cuz I wanted to draw them

Cuts takes place in this awesome fic called Camp Murder by historypigeon on wattpad

Headache technically isn't spoilers cuz they don't die, but later in the fic they may or may not get poisoned

Acid/Melting doesn't really take place in anything, it's just creepy

Burning would take place in the past, when they got their burn scars. I wonder how old they were when their hair first lit on fire, here their around 12-13 but idk

Possession is Bow possessing Apple

Sliced is a human ver of my brother's au, sunny. This is how Bubble lost her eye

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anigst · 9 months

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Sleeping Dead by Asada Nemui

Earnest and well put together, Sada is a teacher that's popular among both his colleagues and students alike. One day after school, while he was on patrol, he saw a suspicious figure attacking a female student with a knife. Unable to escape in time, Sada ended up losing his life. However, Sada woke up on a cold slab...(Content warning: gore, sexual assault)

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uncanny-tranny · 1 year

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I just have to say that it's so weird reading how transphobes think of trans bodies as mutilated and gross when they never would have thought my body pre-transition was worthy. The "argument" of mutilated beauty that transphobes have tossed around is just a fear mongering tactic, because they don't tend to actually love or appreciate and see value in bodies that don't "neatly" fit into male and female, with no overlap and no nuances.

#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #i saw so many transphobes agonizing about a trans guy who developed acne from transition...#...they were agonizing about how he ruined his skin and beauty and how *they* didn't find him attractive anymore (how sad /s)#i read that and i realized... pre-transition i had a ton of acne (it's not gotten worse at all so far)#pre-transition i had very broad shoulders (to the point i was made fun of for how i'd act because of my broadness)#pre-transition i inherented most of the traits of the males in my family...#...and if i didn't transition - if i were cis? those same transphobes would think of me just as poorly and they'd hate my body and my soul #because it isn't about 'saving people'. it's about control. it's about manipulating the human experience into two neat boxes #and that excludes people like me. it excludes intersexness and natural variation in human bodies.#transphobia #transphobia tw #like this is shit i knew ever since i first interacted with a transphobe but it to this day blows me away

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inkwell-and-dagger · 1 month

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Hunger

TW: cannibalism, potential forced cannibalism, gore, experiment whumpee, lab rat whumpee, nonhuman whumpee, sadistic whumper, scientist whumper, lab whump, abandoned whumpee

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Ninety consecutive days had passed since Ruaridh's body began to change for the worse. They'd tracked this time through scratching tally marks onto the wall of their cell with their steadily growing claws, that continued growing no matter how much Ruaridh chewed at them, or Derwyn clipped and filed them down to the point they nearly looked normal.

For the most part, they'd been left alone; the door only opened for painkillers, food or routine 'check-ups' from the scientist every fortnight or so. But the painkillers shoved down their throat hardly did a thing to soothe their aches and pains, the check-ups were repetitive and quite frankly annoying, and the food was bland and tasteless and had a weird texture which Ruaridh didn't like. They'd had to resort to.. other ways to satiate their incessant hunger. The only noises they'd hear nearly every day were Derwyn's smooth voice, the gentle scratching of a pen on paper, and sometimes even rain pattering down on the roof of the building. Or what they assumed was this thing called rain — they'd never seen it before.

But today was different. Ruaridh had felt it even before the door had opened, waking them from a short-lived nap in the corner.

They watched Derwyn's boots with tired, lidded eyes as he advanced, footsteps thumping against the tiled floor. "009? You're awake, that's good." Derwyn crouched down, tipping the subject's head up with a finger and thumb. "I see you've been tracking the days, hm?"

Ruaridh couldn't respond, as always. Something about her wide, dilated eyes made Ruaridh's throat close up in fear. Instead, they nodded, wearily. Derwyn chuckled in amusement. "Anyway. I've got something fun planned for us today. A little game to take your mind off of things."

A game? The concept was foreign, though a clouded memory in their mind reminded them of a time when they were younger. Running down sterile halls in fits of laughter, gazing at vials full of strange liquids and being rewarded with something bright and sweetly tasting on a stick each time they were injected with something. Derwyn had always tried to make them happy when they were little.

Derwyn laughed again at the confusion evident in their eyes. "It's gonna be fun, don't worry. Hey, if you just do as I say, then maybe you'll get a sweet treat after. Deal?"

Ruaridh repeated the last word in a faint whisper, mimicking Derwyn's accent; which made the scientist laugh again.

"You never fail to amuse me, 009," She crooned in a sickeningly sweet tone, helping the test subject up and out of the corner. Ruaridh was much taller than him, now. "Do you think you'll be able to walk all the way there?"

Ruaridh nodded stubbornly, and they just about managed to walk to the door of the cell. One foot after the other. Left, right, left right.

The hall outside of the cell was a new sight to Ruaridh after all these years, but it was nostalgic even in its unfamiliarity. Sterile, white and cold — freezing cold. Goosebumps raised on Ruaridh's arms as Derwyn led them down the corridor, past numerous other cells. 010, 011, 012, 013, all going up the more they walked. Ruaridh had never realised there were more people like them here.

Derwyn had begun to whistle a little tune as they walked, but it ceased when she noticed them staring at the cell numbers. "009." Ruaridh recognised the chiding tone, and knew it wasn't meant to be taken as a light telling off; they immediately ripped their gaze from the cell numbers, partially using their hair to hide it from their peripheral vision.

Derwyn smirked proudly, leading them onwards. The remainder of the walk there was spent in silence, aside from the occasional noise of disapproval whenever Ruaridh got distracted.

Eventually, Derwyn led them to a door. Unlike the cells and operating rooms, this one was unlabelled, and there was some sort of commotion going on inside. The faint clanking of chains. Ruaridh shuddered at the noises, wondering what kind of poor creature was trapped in there. They remained away from the door, hesitant to even look at it, as Derwyn fished out a key from the pocket of their lab coat. A soft click indicated that the door had been opened, and they were dragged inside.

The sight was disturbing. Some kind of creature, but certainly not an animal, was bound in shackles in the centre of the room; ones around its wrists chained to the floor. It looked to be the same species of Derwyn.

Confused, their eyes snapped from Derwyn to the trapped creature multiple times. They'd never seen anyone other than Derwyn before. Ever.

Derwyn just smirked down at them; a change in their tone hinted at something now.. sinister. "See that little thing? You've never seen it before, have you?"

Ruaridh shook their head.

"You're scared of it, aren't you?"

Ruaridh nodded.

"And you're hungry, correct?"

They nodded again, but more hesitantly.

"Perfect." Much to Ruaridh's dismay, Derwyn led them to the trembling human, who stared up at them with wide, terrified eyes, but it didn't speak.

Ruaridh didn't like it. They felt horrible to see something so scared, but they knew any attempts at comforting it would end in a lack of food for at least three weeks.

"I've already kept it without food for a while, so it's weak already."

Oh.

"...And I may have done a few things to it, so thankfully it won't do any yapping whilst I explain."

Oh.

"And all I ask you to do, 009, is finish it off."

Oh.

Ruaridh couldn't help but stare incredulously at her. He was asking them to kill this poor thing? How? Why?

Derwyn raised an eyebrow. "Don't look at me like that. I'm teaching you how to protect yourself. If you see something you don't like, kill it. Understood?"

They reluctantly nodded in response, earning a little smile from the scientist.

"Good. Now, you're not gonna use any weapons for this. Those are strictly for my hands only; we've been over this. Use your claws, your teeth — take a bite and see how it tastes. I know you're hungry, I haven't fed you yet. How about you try something new today?"

Ruaridh responded with a small noise, a slight whimper. Their own voice sounded strange to their own ears, accent thick, and strong, and unfamiliar. "Do I have to..?"

"Yes. I'm teaching you something valuable. I'm doing you a favour here, 009." She nudged them forward with a soft push. "Get on with it."

Despite being what they could only assume was an adult now, they felt like a little kid. A conflicted, scared child. Wanting to do as they're supposed to, but also wanting to structure their own decisions by making their own choices because the orders just don't sit right with them. They didn't want to kill this poor, poor creature, but.. Derwyn told them to.

Crouching down, they inspected the bound creature. They indeed looked frail, and colour was drained from their face. Wide eyes staring in a silent plea to be spared, but Ruaridh just couldn't do that; they weren't allowed to.

"Your heightened senses allow you to hear things normal creatures cannot, at a much farther distance than what's natural. Of course, it will grow stronger from now, since these past few months have only been the beginning." Derwyn walked up to the right of Ruaridh, crouching as well. With a latex gloved hand, she led their hand to be placed on the person's chest. "You can feel their heart beating now, but can you hear it?"

They could. If they focused enough, they could hear the frantic fluttering of the creature's heart; an incessant thumping, synced with the vein beneath their palm. Loud like the buzzing of a bee and quick like the flutter of a hummingbird's wings.

"When it gets irritating, figure out how to make it stop. Be as messy as you want; I'll even clean it up for you."

Ruaridh was hardly listening by now, staring at their own hand as Derwyn removed his. After a couple moments, the thumping did, indeed, grow annoying. And they were sure it showed in their expression, because Derwyn chuckled, who was standing well away beside a small cabinet, clipboard and pen in hand.

Ruaridh only seemed to stop being so focused when they heard the creature whimper and it began to squirm. Pulling their hand back, they noted the small puncture holes in its tattered shirt, and blood staining the tips of their claws. The thumping was there still, but just a little quieter. But Derwyn's smile faded. "Why did you stop, 009?"

"I.. I didn't mean to—"

"I don't care!" She snapped, walking over with long strides. "You were starting off good. You just have to not let the sight of a bit of blood stop you." They pulled on a fistful of their hair, tugging it upwards so Ruaridh had no choice but to look up. "Kill it. I don't care how long it takes. Take your time, make it quick, I couldn't care less; just do it. Am I understood, 009?"

Nodding frantically seemed to please them, for Ruaridh was released. Derwyn then unlocked the chains that held the creature's shackles down, before returning to the drawer. With the scientist's eyes on them, they had no choice but to get on with it. Already the thing was trying to stand, but Ruaridh held it down before it could get too far. They returned their hand to where it had been, sinking their claws into the creature's chest. A pained gasp turned into a yelp the further they sank them in, and Ruaridh soon had to use both of their hands.

Before they could comprehend what they were doing, they were ripping into its chest. Wild eyes focused on nothing but the steadily bleeding, mangled torso beneath them. One hand after the other, digging and digging and digging, until finally they were met with bone. Their own actions became a blur of crimson, and when they finally grew aware of their surroundings, and more so what they'd just done, a hardly beating heart was held tenderly in their bloodied palm.

Ruaridh’s heart stopped. They hadn't realised how far they'd gone until now, and already they felt nauseous. They glanced up, meeting a rather amused Derwyn, who nodded encouragingly.

They continued more hesitantly. They didn't know whether or not it was dead, but it was certainly not conscious; the screaming had stopped though, which they were glad for, but now the room was too quiet. The heart was warm in their hand, each thump slow and shallow. They really were hungry.

As much as it was wrong, they couldn't resist it. Sinking their fangs into the heart, something warm and metallic coating their tongue. Derwyn just watched with a growing grin as they dug into their ‘meal’. Startlingly, Ruaridh found it tasting quite nice. It was warm, which was unusual, but welcome. They were disgusted that it tasted at least decent.

They couldn't handle more than a bite before whimpering and dropping the thing, a soft sob drawing Derwyn's attention off of the clipboard.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,” They cried — pleaded? Sobbed? Begged? They didn't know; were they saying this just out of guilt, or were they asking to be forgiven for doing such a thing to this harmless, unique creature? — as they lowered their crimson hands to lift the body as if talking to it, grasping onto the cold, fragile flesh in an awkward attempt at a hug. It was their first try, but they believed it was good enough.

Derwyn watched the scene with growing intrigue, scribbling something else down on the clipboard. It was good enough for now. “You really should be getting used to killing soon, 009.”

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Maybe Ruaridh had gotten used to killing after all.

Ripping into the flesh of a little deer they’d found, defenceless and oblivious to the large humanoid pouncing on it, making sure to be gentle as they munched on the meat inside. They didn't bother with the organs. That part made them nauseous.

They couldn't help but feel bad, despite how desensitised they were to the taste of blood in their mouth, to the feeling of crimson painting their fingertips. None of the creatures they'd killed deserved to die, but they had to live one way or another, right? Having to die to help them survive was a sad, cruel fate, but they didn't want to starve.

A small, sad sigh escaped their bloodied lips, staring down at the gorgeous little creature they had to sacrifice. Dawn was just beginning to arrive, the sun just about peeking across the horizon through the trees.

“I'm sorry.”

The feather remained securely at their side, still as pristine as when they found it.

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bnha-more-like-bnh-gay · 1 year

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Tw: izuku’s self sacrificial tendencies and low self esteem

Izuku being so self sacrificial and just 1000% willing to die for his friends, and really just for anyone, and his friends are so fucking stressed about it :/

Like. It’s so unhealthy, but this kid is just willing to die to protect his friends and genuinely doesn’t understand why it freaks them out. He one time tells them point blank, “I’d die for you” and doesn’t understand why they’re like, “maybe let’s not do that????” He’s just so used to people not caring if he dies, and he thinks that it’s an okay/healthy way to show love and affection

Like, I imagine it is most detrimental with kiri, Shouto, Iida, Uraraka, Aoyama, and tsu. Like kiri is so insistent on telling izuku how manly he is, and how he admires him, and he starts to see how little izuku values his own life and it freaks him out. Like, izuku just doesn’t understand why they’re all telling him to stop and slow down, or why he needs to not jump into fights without backup. But instead keeps telling them that he’d be fine if he died protecting his friends, and it’s so earth shattering to them all

Shouto understands a bit more where izuku is coming from, but he is just so terrified of losing his first friend. Todoroki “ride or die” Shouto does NOT approve. He tries to stop izuku from putting up with bakugou’s bullshit too. He can see how bakugou impacts izuku’s mental health, and he’s the first one to try and separate them and keep izuku out of harms way. Because he knows what being around someone who torments you does to a person, and izuku, who’s so idiotically brave and kind, who sticks his nose in other people’s business for the sake of heroism and wanting them to feel safe, fucking deserves to have the same kind of annoying, amazing, really fucking odd help and support. And if Shouto can provide it, then of course he will

Iida has seen first hand how willing izuku is to jump in to protect his friends-they all have, but I’m talking about the hosu incident-and he’s so grateful for izuku helping him there, but Jesus does it terrify him how izuku just keeps doing it with no regards for his own life. He almost lost tensei, he can’t lose izuku

Uraraka knows how strong izuku is, they all do, but this dude is stressing her the fuck out with his lack of self preservation. She needs her best friend alive, thank you??? She admires him so much in the beginning, his bravery and heroic personality, and that continues, but she’s coming to realize that some of that bravery comes from such a horrible place of not caring if he lives or dies and she’s horrified

Aoyama. The fucking guilt he has right now. Because he knows where izuku is coming from to some degree, and he knows that it’s partially his fault. That if he wasn’t in cahoots with the L.O.V., izuku wouldn’t be so. Like this. He’s not stupid, he knows he’d still be like this. But he wouldn’t have the added pressure of wanting to protect Aoyama, his friend. And Aoyama doesn’t know what to do because he has to help keep his parents safe, but holy shit, what if izuku actually gets killed??

Tsu is rational, but she’s also good at looking at things from other people’s perspectives. But it just hurts so much to see how izuku views his self worth. She understands to a degree, because he grew up with pretty shitty influences (bakugou, the entirety of Aldera middle school, etc.), but she also does. Not. Get. It. She doesn’t want to get it. She loves her friends, and she knows they’re strong, hell, she’s strong as hell, but it’s just terrifying that this 16 year old, who is one of her best friends, who has saved all of their lives several times, is just so. Lackluster when it comes to keeping himself safe.

Mic (because it wouldn’t be one of my rants if I didn’t include my desire for this man to adopt me, but since that can’t happen, we project into also wanting him to adopt izuku) is just so devastated that this kid, a fucking child, a baby has to fight in a goddamn war. This is ridiculous. But just that he’s also so willing to die for literally anyone???? He’s seen where that got Oboro, and fuck if it doesn’t terrify him that, what if the green bean gets irrevocably hurt?? He’s such a kind, and thoughtful, and smart kid, but he’s also so fucking stupid. He doesn’t even mean it as an insult, it’s just so frightening that this child he’s supposed to be protecting is taking it upon himself to try and fix this major issue that has gotten multiple adults, pro-heroes, killed, maimed, and otherwise injured. AND HE IS A 16 YEAR OLD WITH A SHIT LOAD OF TRAUMA. FUCK. And he can’t even do much to try and keep him out of harms way! Hell, the kid isn’t even in his homeroom! But the war is coming and he can’t keep any of the kids away from it, and that’s even worse.

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