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[tempest-toss]

Soul Locket Residents

Hey One, I have found the documents you requested for the Soul Locket. Here are the Soul Locket's residents that I could confirm:

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Elliot Lundell - A serial killer who was notorious for using his business of a sweet shop to allow him to murder those that stood in the way of him and his goal to romance the man of his dreams. Before he died, there were rumors that he tried to teach his ways of murder to his younger brother and current Brunshire student Elias Lundell. Elliot had the title "The Lovestruck Life-Taker".

His last wish before he can move on from the locket is to be reunited with the spirit of his husband, the same man he was in love with when he began his spree.

Teala Vasquez - A polite maid with exceptional skills and top marks in the Maid Training Academy. However, she earned her title of the "Murderous Maid" due to her frequent use of poison to murder the owners of the houses she cleaned. A moment of sloppiness got her caught, and now she is trapped inside the locket she found.

Her last wish is to have a member of the Mystery Family to release her of her duties.

Jules Forth - A man seemingly cursed with horrid luck. Around him things break, he gets hurt, and people die. So many people have died around him that he earned the name of the "Unlucky Unlifer". His end occurred after he had a date with the mayor's daughter, took her on a date to the movies, and she was crushed by a girder. He was then gunned down by a mob stirred up by the mayor.

His last wish is to talk to his childhood friend, who stuck with him through his unluck.

Morticia Aeron - Twin sister of Brunshire student Morty Aeron, the both of them were serial killers known by their childish moniker of "The Death-namic Duo". Despite their best efforts, Morticia was caught and killed. She is more likely to take control of the Soul Locket's host.

Her final wish is to, using the host, kill the person who murdered her.

Zechariah Z. Zaidan - Student of Kretchmar College and twin brother of a Brunshire student. He was known well on the dark web as the "Violent Vivisector" In his last live stream, where he shared the locket on screen, the police busted in and shot him dead.

His final wish is to see that his twin brother has picked up his mantle as the next "Violent Vivisector"

Irina Kata - With twenty-five murders under her belt, "The Bloody Bride" has earned a reputation as a feared woman to wed. She's murdered every single man she's married. A testimony from a man of a man trapped in a different anomaly, she is being manipulated, but quite a few of those kills are of her own volition.

She has not given what her final wish is. It is suspected to be related to the aforementioned man.

Nyx Kalliope - Mother of a certain POI, Nyx Kalliope ran the now-known Hades Hotel. It is confirmed that she tried to mold her children into killers, and we know that she was successful with her son who now runs it. Some spirits who haunt the hotel are from her cruelty.

Her final wish is to see enough murders happen so that she can return to the world(?)

"+1UP" - Known only by this gaming tag, he was a famous gamer known for taking over leaderboards and dominating any game he started. However, he was very sensitive to any actual or perceived mockery of his physique due to his constant time in the gym (Ex. Calling him a "meathead" or making fun of his thicker fingers, etc.) He sought to punish them for their jeers, successfully gaining their location, and strangling them with the cord of his controller. It took five bullets to put him down.

His final wish is to pass on his controller to "one who's worthy"

Ajax Lycaon - A former police chief, he learned that his division was full of racists who took pleasure in bending the law to harm and kill people. Filled with rage, he massacred his division, saying that he knew that they would only get a slap on the wrist for what they'd done. After this, he took a security job at Brunshire. He was killed on the day of the Time Wrym, and died with the locket outside the looping area, trapping his spirit into the locket, but caught his body in the time loop.

His final wish is to be reunited with his body.

Sam Sidney - Known as the "Thames Trampler", they seek to punish those that try to get away from their crimes in the dark. They are known for their modified boot they used to step through heads. They were ambushed by a criminal gang, who drowned them in the Thames.

Their final wish is to take down Jack the Ripper or get proven evidence that he no longer exists.

Matilda Dodge - Known as the "Crimson Crockpotter", she seemed like a perfectly normal, bubbly woman. Her sweet smile hid what her main goals were: To kill and make people into meals, and serve them to others. Anyone that ticked her off usually ended up in her titular crockpot. She was caught by a sheriff and accidentally electrocuted on her crockpot's exposed cable.

Her final wish is to see her son graduate. We think this son is a student at Brunshire Academy.

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I think there may be more, but I can't confirm until I visit Mr. Woods at Site 230.

--Eleven

#[Feel free to ask about them #clarifications and whatnot if needed] #tw: death #tw: a graphic descriptions #Eleven #Godfather #tw: cannibalism #lore bits #lore bit

[uncanny-tranny]

One of my biggest pieces of advice for those taking injectable hormones is to make sure you're injecting at the right angle

For intramuscular (IM), you inject at a 90° angle.

For subcutaneous (SQ), you inject at a 45° angle.

Here is a graphic depicting what the angle of your injection should look like:

An image description is provided in the ALT text.

#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #trans advice #just did my IM shot and that's why i'm making this #i've saved myself a LOT of pain once i actually started paying attention to the angle i am injecting at #i was so much more focused on making sure everything else was right and i slacked on being sure i'm injecting at 90° #hopefully the ID makes sense 👍 #i pulled the graphic off the internet which is why dermis is included. afaik dermis isn't a technique used for HRT #needle tw #needles tw #injection tw #described images #image description in alt

[gallifreyanhotfive]

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[the-magpie-archives]

Like many of you, I am fascinated with the state of Jonathan Sims head archivist of the magnus institute London... In particular, his ribs! Many focus only on his missing two, but there are many more things to consider!

Jon's a fragile guy, I mean it's pretty much his whole canon appearance! For a man like him to be thrown around like a ragdoll for pretty much his entire time as archivist, he'd certainly have suffered more than a few broken ribs!

To contribute even more to the damage, after the unknowing, Jon was found with no pulse and not breathing, meaning he would have undergone CPR for at least 20 minutes. And trust me, THAT BREAKS RIBS.

Aside from bones, I can't imagine Jon's lungs are in the best state either. He's a long time smoker, was exposed to dangerous amounts of CO2, and survived a massive explosion followed by a collapsing building. Needless to say, these sort of things make it hard to keep lungs healthy!

Despite all the pain and horror, I like to think that Jon managed to stay looking at least relatively put together, so picture this:

A polite, slightly awkward office worker comes into your clinic. You decide that to diagnose properly, you'll need to do a chest X-ray! He's distracted, but readily agrees. After the brief wait, you get the images back, and see THE MOST FUCKED UP CHEST YOU HAVE EVER SEEN. A horrifying amount of healed fractures, warped and re-broken; two ribs are just straight up gone, both lungs scarred beyond survivability, and somehow this guy is just sitting there. Alive, as far as you can tell.

The man remains composed, and smiles politely as you stare at the X-rays, and you begin to think that maybe those aren't acne scars across his face.

#Overall I would just love to do a full medical examination on him... God it'd be fascinating. #Man's using otherworldly life support to keep his corpse up and walking #But seriously Google 'healed rib fractures' if you don't already know what they look like‚ shits interesting. #tma #the magnus archives #the magnus institute #Jonathan Sims #the archivist #The unknowing #jared hopworth #tma the flesh #tw injury #tw doctors #tw graphic description

[eiraeths]

Injuries in the field aren’t uncommon out in the field. Harsh, unforgiving terrains with adversaries lurking around every corner and spilt blood becomes commonplace. Different positions have different mortality rates. None of them ever talk about it, their job serves as enough of a reminder it takes one misstep, one stray bullet or a single line of misinformed intel, and they’ll be shipped back in a box if they have any family to return home to.

When signing up for covert ops, they’ve already made their piece with how things will go. More dangerous conditions and off the books operations and they’re likely to die with no one around.

Sometimes, they forget. Sometimes they can ride the high of doing something no one else could do but them. They’ll get reminded how fragile the human body can be in the worst possible way.

It’s a cosmic joke, and like all cosmic jokes, they’re never funny. Finagles law is a cruel, devastating thing. For something so resilient in the face of inconceivable hardships, it’s stupidly brittle. So fucking vitreous and so fucking friable.

Ghost doesn’t think Johnny can get any paler. He’s never seen the scot without sun-kissed skin paired with a healthy sheen of vitality, not even in Las Almas. It’s off-putting, so fucking wrong.

Even with a body count longer than Ghost’s willing to count, he doesn’t think he’s seen this much blood in his life. It doesn’t seem plausible for so much blood to be in one person’s body. He doesn’t know how Johnny is still conscious.

#tw graphic description #ooooooohhhh el #:3 #i don’t wanna make it stupid long #ghoap #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #soap cod #soap call of duty #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghoap angst #ghoap drabble #ghost call of duty #soap angst #cod drabble #fic rambles

[alienssstufff]

If we’re going off of the “All genloss deaths were real and shot through a silly filter”:

-CHARLIE: Survives DAY1. The death as the Slime Demon was staged and he was taken away offscreen through special effects. His real death however happens on DAY2 when Ranboo performs surgery on him in the Second Puzzle Room (Surgeon Simulator) this is also the first time we see the red camera (the set without the silly) for the first time. The ‘Charlie’ Ranboo was talking to in the second room was his dead body with the SFX put in. I also think his voice was pre-recorded (like the cutaways on DAY1) before that -which makes everything even more fucked up knowing he was recording lines to replace himself in case he died. This ALSO also implies that Snowfall made Charlie eat ?? A bunch of micro plastics back when he was made the protagonist which I think is very funny cuz why??? He got a whole mouse trap and hotwheels car in him dude 😭

-SNEEG: Survives DAY1. Like Charlie we see him get taken away offscreen for DAY2. We see that red camera again as he tries to get away during the second room through a bathroom break but Snowfall brainwashes him. The original plan was supposed to be one person would survive the second room but by what happened. A second person (Sneeg) would be picked to survive and essentially act as an enforcer to make sure the other actors stay in line. He ultimately dies keeping himself and Austin at the other side of the wall, crushing them to death in Seventh Puzzle Room (Hole in the Wall).

-NIKI: Is shot twice offscreen by Jerma in the Fourth Puzzle Room (Candy Crush) DAY2. Theorise the game masters (Charlie DAY1, Jerma DAY2) like Sneeg were there to supervise the actors. Theorise the first shot at Niki was a deliberate mercy shot to keep her quiet but alive. It’s implied through watching Sneeg get brainwashed that Jerma was terrified that the same would happen to him if he failed - the second shot was reluctant but fatal.

-VINNY: Burnt by lasers and blunt head trauma in the Fifth Puzzle Room (Oceans 11 Heist) DAY2. Kinda a weird one I think they actually did try to throw Vinny over the lasers but it both wasn’t far enough and too high. He’s burnt by lasers but we also see him hit his head on the ceiling which might have been the final blow rather than a comically small anvil.

-ETHAN: murdered offscreen in the Sixth Puzzle Room (Top Model) DAY2. Similar case to Niki he went backstage where he wasn’t supposed to go (the blacklight signs just extra warning to the actors NOT to use that way in)

-AUSTIN: Crushed to death by a wall in the Seventh Puzzle Room (Hole in the Wall) while being held back by Sneeg on DAY2.

-JERMA: Murdered offscreen in the final room (Mall of America entrance) DAY2. Snowfall found out about the recording Jerma was going to use to help Ranboo find the truth after witnessing the deaths and they killed him.

-FRANK (bonus): Unknown if he was an actual person or a prop (hard to tell atp). If he was he’d be long dead before DAY1. He could have been Sneeg’s friend, he could have been a staff member at Snowfall who rebelled and tried to escape. Those ‘slime’ parts on Charlie’s set on DAY1 might have even been Frank’s body parts.

#stufff rambles #genloss spoilers #generation loss #tw graphic description #long post #idk why I did this - I wanted to put pieces together

[artistsfuneral]

(this contains graphic description of violence and is absolutely skippable if that's not your thing!)

the VOTE and FANART are UNDER the cut because of this

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The Road to Kaer Morhen - p.6

“Gentlemen,” he greeted the soldiers with a face-splitting grin and a courtly bow of his head. “It appears, there has been a misunderstanding.” The men stared at him, unmoving, tense. Behind them Aiden was still caught in his rage, not able to recognize Jaskier by his scent or sound anymore. “Why don't we all just sit down and talk about this like civilized people? I'm sure we can find some common ground.”

The bard's smile never wavering, he took a step forward only for the five soldiers to draw their swords at him. Steel for humans, Geralt's voice echoed in his thoughts as if any of that mattered. Silver had never stopped Jaskier before. Holding his hands up in what he knew was commonly understood as a surrendering gesture, he cocked his head to the side, watching as the archer reached behind his back for his bow. “How about some tea? I have this lovely mixture of zerrikanian spices that goes great with the apples you can buy around here. Oh, that reminds me! I wanted to keep some for apple cakes! Which would mean we can't use all of the tea, but surely some of you would prefer chamomile anyways, there's always one person that-”

“Shut the fuck up!”

Jaskier's mouth snapped shut with an audible click of his teeth. His initial smile had fallen off his lips as he stared at the man that had interrupted him with pure bewilderment. “Well that was incredibly rude. You are not getting any tea from me now.”

“I told you to shut the fuck up!” The same soldier as before yelled at him, spitting towards Jaskier's boots as he did so. The bard pulled a face in disgust.

“In the name of the crown of Redania, you are under arrest to be executed in the capitol!”

The forest was quiet around them, silent except for the wind in the trees and the metallic sound of the redanian soldiers readying themselves to arrest him.

The bard stared at them unblinking.

“Drop to your knees, this instance!” another soldier ordered harshly.

Jaskier's head fell back as he started to cackle loudly. The sound coming from deep inside his chest and forcing way through his throat like creature of its own.

“I don't think so, darling.”

Jaskier took a deep breath and exhaled it as the world slowed down around him.

They had hurt Aiden. Five soldiers in front of him, despicable creatures, faceless and worthless. Throats easily accessible from above. Exposed ankles. An unprotected back.

The Archer; almost too easy to kill.

A sixth trying to sneak up on him from behind. Useless.

His pack and lute slipped from his shoulders. The dull thumb cushioned by the forest floor. Aiden cried out in pain.

Jaskier inhaled and spun his body around, faster than any witcher ever could. His short sword was off his belt and in the man's eye socked before the soldier could even react. It popped with a horrible squelching sound that turned into the cracking of bones as the blade dove deeper and deeper into his skull. He was dead before his scream could form in his chest. Jaskier took hold of the man's throat and pulled his sword out, blood and chunky bits of soft tissue being forced out of his skull. He had been the one that made fun of the scar in Aiden's beautiful face. Now his body dropped to the ground lifelessly. Jaskier released his breath.

An arrow seared past his head and struck the bark of a tree not an arms length behind Jaskier. The archer's face lost all color as he watched the body of his fellow soldier hit the dirt floor. Freezing blue eyes fixated on their new target. Pulling a knife out of his blood splattered sleeves, Jaskier mourned the death of his favorite teal doublet and threw the barbed knife at the archer. He dropped to his knees like a puppet who's strings had been cut, cradling his stomach as a fearful scream broke from his lips. They always screamed in the end.

Running towards the next soldier, Jaskier couldn't help but to roll his eyes when the archer pulled the knife out, gutting himself in the progress.

The horses whinnied in panic, fighting against the reigns. Aiden snarled.

The soldier closest to him raised his arm high above his head, ready to strike down at the bard. Jaskier scoffed. Angling his own short sword upwards he closed the distance between himself and the other man and stabbed him right into the pit of his raised arm. The tip of his blade tore through flesh and bone until it hit the underside of the soldier's shoulder guard. Jaskier's opponent let out a primal howl as he dropped his sword to the slowly reddening forest floor. The bard ignored him, jerking his blade back out with brute force and kicking him to the side, eyes already focused on the next one.

Their swords met, loudly crashing against each other. The screeching sound of steel carving into steel seemed dull to Jaskier's ears. He inhaled and the world slowed down once more. He easily parried the next attack, taking hold of the man's elbow and twisting both of their bodies around, so they were chest to chest. As a result the redanian soldier that had tried to surprise Jaskier from behind found his sword stuck in his comrade's back. Jaskier slit the wounded's throat without hesitating and shoved his dying body towards the other soldier who easily crumbled under the unexpected weight. Mercilessly, the bard jumped on top of the fallen man's chest, breaking his rips and crushing his organs within seconds. This one had dislocated both of Aiden's shoulders for fun. Now he was choking on his own blood. He deserved worse.

Jaskier snarled and took hold of a stray sword, ramming it into a whimpering mess of human flesh on the ground. Two left. His face-splitting smile was back.

Aiden woke to the familiar taste of swallow in his mouth and a pounding headache. His first attempt to open his eyes failed miserably, the midday sun so bright it hurt enough to make him hiss out loud. It still hurt like a bitch the second time, but Aiden was now prepared for it and could work through the awful sensation, thinning his pupils through sheer will.

He found himself lying on the floor, free of chains and rope and with his wounds slowly mending themselves together thanks to the potion. The bard was kneeling right next to him and when he noticed that the Cat had woken up, his cornflower blue eyes softened with relief. During the last month Aiden had been in this exact same situation often enough that he could call it familiar. And yet something in the back of his mind was gnawing at him like a feral dog. “Thank goodness, you're awake again. You honestly had me worried there for a moment! Didn't I explicitly told you not to get caught?” Jaskier scolded him lightheartedly as he helped him to sit up. Nothing about the bard's gentle scent or the typically playful behavior warned the witcher about what he was moments away from seeing.

Aiden's breath caught in his throat as he took in the fucking massacre around them.

The corpses of the redanian soldiers that had overpowered him a few hours earlier littered the floor, broken and mangled as if they'd been mauled by a full pack of werewolves. The stench of blood and death was overwhelming and yet, Jaskier was completely unharmed.

His hands and face were covered in drying blood, as well as his boots and the rest of his clothes, but the bard himself had not a single scratch on him as far as Aiden could tell. “I thought about searching through the camp, see if I can find anything worthwhile, but I wanted to be here for you when you wake up. I hate waking up alone, but the troop leader had a sword that could possibly replace your broken one and hopefully we can find some spare clothes and other useful stuff. If we take their horses with us we can carry a bit more,” Jaskier babbled happily on, completely oblivious to the witcher's inner turmoil. “Not like they need the horses anymore,” he laughed.

Aiden grabbed him by the wrist, finger nails digging into Jaskier's blood-caked skin.

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[factual-fantasy]

I has 27 late asks (Sorry! :{ )

Well I’m TRYING to be active but right now but I have like 7 different projects I’m trying to make progress on but they’re all talking forever and life keeps getting in the way and I’m going as fast as I can but there’s still week long gaps in-between posts and I just hehfhgjgsl;sgk

They are Ingo(black) and Emmet(white)! :D They are very scrinkly. Also yeeess I shall drag you down into the submas fandom through my works hehhehhfggjdfskgjk

Awe, I’m glad my content helps you feel better! :DD And yeah. It felt nice to slow down a little and really take my time for a change :0

XDDD Awe! Thank you!

Sweet tooth? Never heard of it :0

XD I almost drew a comic where Jangles was secretly crushed by all the comments comparing him to Papyrus because he feels like he’ll never match up to him :( 

HURGENNBRR... THANK YOUUUUUU

Thank you for still respecting my boundaries  😭😭😭😭

Also, Mangle is in the AU, or well. she was. She dead now :(((

Oooo, this would have been a fun Elesa to experiment with! But I guess mother hen Elesa was more appealing to me at the time <XD

Awe XD thank you! But also ah,, sorry. I don’t think I’d be very comfortable with that,,

@astrokea

XD You’d be surprised by the number of people that have messaged me stuff like this. “YOU’RE INTO THIS FANDOM TOO??” I always get a kick out of it XD

BEAUTIFUL, ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL DESCRIPTION

HEHODFIJ THANK YOU SOOO MUCU THIS MEANS THE WORLD TO MEE

I TRY TO PUT A LOT OF HEART AND THOUGHT INTO MY AUS AND THE FACT THAT YOU SEE ALL THE LITTLE THINGS I PUT INTO IT IS JUST FJJHJFBKJBKJ

Oh yeah, blaming himself for the bite, becoming very protective, nightmares about the event, the whole 9 yards.

I can imagine he wouldn’t eat or sleep well for weeks- even months after Luigi’s death. It takes him a very long time and a lot of late night talks with Luigi before he’s able to slowly heal from it. :(

XDD Same to you!

@theangelofangst​

Ah, well although I’m not really comfortable with Fanart.. I appreciate the thought, thank you! :}}

I haven’t thought of any scenarios where the Ice flower backfires on Luigi.. Although that is a really good angst idea 👀👀👀

I haven’t drawn the full comic. But I have a sketch of Mario's reaction to Luigi dying to a venomous Goomba bite and then being revived.

Mario does not take it well :x

@sodasplatoon​

There isn’t intended to be a connection between Bowser and King Boo. As for Bowser’s troops being captured by King Boo? Bowser doesn’t really care..

The troops are warned that King Boos forest is dangerous. Because duh, King Boo lives there. If they go there anyway and get caught? That’s their own fault. Besides, a measly few missing troops here and there means nothing to him.

So most of the time King Boo and Bowser just leave each other alone. Bowsers pretty tough so King Boo doesn’t mess with him. And Bowser doesn’t care about missing troops so he doesn’t bother the king. Neutrality is sustained. Now, if one of Bowser’s children or Kamek had been captured by King Boo?

The entire forest would have been burnt to the ground within hours.

XD Thank you! Rock on!!

My Mario and Luigi are like are between 5-6 feet. Peach, Daisy, Wario and Waluigi are just giants.

Hmm.. that’s actually a good question. I guess it could be presented by a big screen in the sky. But sometimes I’ve drawn Bibi registering the question without looking in any particular direction. Maybe it could be a clear image that comes into their minds sometimes?? XD Idk-

Well its hard to say who’s phantom pains are more painful. 

Mario got slashed across the gut in 3 different places. The injury was so severe he died instantly. When he gets those phantom pains, they appear as hot burning sensations along where the gashes were. This pain completely cripples Mario. He cannot move or walk or really anything until the pain subsides..

Meanwhile Luigi got the flesh on his leg shredded up by a Goomba. Sure that must have hurt real bad. And the fact that he didn’t instantly die made him have to suffer through it for days. When he gets phantom pains I imagine it to feel like a really bad charley horse. But like, all over his leg. This also completely cripples Luigi until the pain subsides..

I think their pain could be measured about the same. Just different types of pain on different parts of their bodies.

I did when I was little, I don’t watch it much now a days though. :/

Yes! I have some ideas in mind for them :}}

@randox-talore​

YES! YES EXACTLY!!

There’s a lot I could do with this but I haven’t drawn yet.

Mario and Luigi could be going on a walk in the forest near the kingdom. Luigi comments that he’s uncomfortable, like he feels that they’re being watched. Then suddenly two 1-UP mushrooms appear..

Or Mario has fallen ill and is bed ridden. He keeps saying he’ll be fine and that he feels better already! Later that night a 1-UP mushroom appears in his room...

Mario goes to try out a new power up under supervision of the Toads. They’re not sure if it is safe or if Mario’s body can handle it. Mario says it’ll probably be fine. When suddenly a 1-UP mushroom appears in the room.. 

So many ideas!! XDD

Aww, well. I’ve heard good things about the movie since its come out. So I plan to sometime get around to watching it. :}

#my response #bibi and jangles #super mario bros #tw injury #tw graphic description

[nadekonnichiwa]

Can't stop thinking about this Milgram theory I found in my gallery

How do you even come to this conclusion through TIHTBILWY

#mine #Milgram #Mahiru #Mahiru Shiina #tw graphic descriptions of kidnapping and skinning alive #I guess??

[paper-ketch]

(headcanon)

When Phil gets out of the birdhouse, his murder of crows find themselves with a bouquet of hummingbirds (yes that is what a flock of hummingbirds is called and its adorable) joining their ranks.

However, unlike the crows that seem to have their own conscience and volition, the hummingbirds react very impulsive and explosive, because when he couldn't find the comfort provided by his telepathic connection with his crows to act as his eyes in the sky, Phil had to bond with the smaller birds as they weren't trapped or panicking in the birdhouse like him.

But, that bond was built out of sheer desperation, and in his panic, Phil forgot to leave any room for the hummingbirds to have their own conscience.

People think that the crows hovering around the winged man is terrifying and should be feared, but even among the crows, it's the hummingbirds that everyone should worry about. The crows have size as their advantage, but the hummingbirds have absolutely no hesitation if Phil is even a bit upset...

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(...and having small pinpricks of sharp needles pecking you at the speed of light over and over is something that you will want to avoid experiencing ever in your life)

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you might be thinking, "i don't think their beaks are strong enough to do that kind of damage.".

to that i say, in worst case scenario, apparently their beaks could break through skin. also, it also goes back to the third paragraph of this headcanon where they dont have their own volition, because while they tend to avoid instead of attack, their brains have been rewired to just straight up jump at the threat.

#qsmp headcanons #qsmp philza #q!philza #tw mild graphic description #im reusing the magic tethering system from an old sleepybois au of mine #this might sounds familiar if you know which one im talking about hehe

[whumpdrivethru]

Can I get a uhhh… Defiant Whumpee with high-pain tolerance and a Caretaker who worries sick about them while Whumpee laughs at their own injuries??? Thank you!

Heyyy! Thank you for choosing the whump drive-thru! Enjoyyyyyyy < 3

Where Even Diamonds Shatter

TW: Blood, slightly graphic description of injuries, implied past captivity, implied past torture, bruises, angsty

It wasn't the rumbling thunder or the honking of cars speeding down the highway that roused Caretaker from their already fitful sleep. It was the frantic rapping at the door, that awfully distinct knock that tore them away from their sheets and cracked their eyes wide open.

"Ah, took you long enough," Whumpee quipped, smiling brightly at Caretaker, but there was nothing behind the eyes. Their whole body trembled, soaked to the bone in rainwater.

"Y-you look like hell," Caretaker rasped out, the concern still clear in their tone, even through their sleep-hoarse voice.

"I didn't imagine hell to be so wet." Whumpee let their lip curl upwards into a lopsided smirk as Caretaker frantically pulled them inside, unable to find Whumpee's jokes amusing the way they usually did.

Out of a force of habit more than anything else, Whumpee threw themselves on the couch, shrugging their boots off and tossing one leg over the other, the almost sarcastic groan too stoic of a reaction for the horrible state they were in right now. Their cheeks were hollow, and the bags under their eyes were dark and heavy, and they looked significantly older, even though Whumpee was barely an adult, much like Caretaker was. A patchwork of bruises in sickly shades of purple and brown marred their face, and scratches of various sizes littered their visage.

All of it made Caretaker terrified of what was concealed underneath the flimsy fabric of Whumpee's shirt as they mentally steeled themselves for the result.

"Spoiler alert, it isn't pretty," Whumpee quipped, their eyes full of mirth and amusement, and yet so unbearably empty as Caretaker lifted it up.

Ghastly. Horrifying. Gruesome. It didn't matter how many terrible words Caretaker used to describe the state Whumpee's abdomen was in, it would still be a sight burned into their eyes, engraved into their memory. Lacerations snaked across their body in various degrees of healing, the blood still fresh on some of them. The wounds were dull and ugly, clearly produced by a blunt tool, definitely not deadly, but fashioned to produce as much pain as possible. They looked more like the result of a vicious beast dragging its fangs through Whumpee's vulnerable flesh, slow and tormenting.

It wasn't that the wounds were simply unsightly; they were a reminder of all the torture Whumpee had been subjected to, of the extent of its brutality, and yet here they were, scoffing and laughing and making a show of rolling their eyes at every grimace and soft gasp that Caretaker gave. It amazed them, how they still managed to remain composed with injuries as deep as these.

"W-what did they do to you?" Caretaker breathed out softly, worrying their bottom lip in between their teeth, still unable to register what they were looking at, their eyes unfocused and glazed over.

"Ah this? Just a minor disagreement between civilised people, ya know. They say they want me to beg, and I say screw you. I'm not sure, but I don't really think they liked that," Whumpee replied offhandedly, laughing softly.

If it was anyone but Caretaker, they would've believed that laughter was genuine. They could see the hollow, lifeless look in their eyes, the way their muscles tensed, the subtle manner in which they clenched their jaw, all indicators of the severe pain they were in. They wished more than anything to scream at them to stop making a mockery of their injuries.

Instead, they went over to the bathroom, gathering medical supplies into their arms, only for Whumpee to raise an eyebrow at them sceptically. And just before they could let another snarky, ill-fitting joke fall from their lips, Caretaker tossed the supplies onto the coffee table, and their gaze turned steely.

"For the love of God, stop it! None of this crap is funny!" Caretaker thundered, their nostrils flaring as they picked up a few alcohol wipes and pressed them to Whumpee's many wounds.

"Oh come on, Caretaker," Whumpee drawled between hisses of pain as the antiseptic burned across their skin, the alcohol wipes turning crimson ridiculously fast, "would you rather I cry?"

"No," Caretaker bit out tersely, "but you shouldn't be making fun of it either."

"I shouldn't?" Whumpee hissed, voice dropping dangerously low, "Do you know how hard I bit down on my lips to stop myself from screaming, but I still did anyway? Do you know what it was like living a life where every goddamn moment is agony?!"

All their composure had disappeared into nothing, their walls broken down, the cold indifference replaced by a quivering lip and furious, shameful tears streaming down their face. Whumpee hurriedly wiped at them, as though acid was flowing down their face.

Caretaker's gaze softened as they crouched down a little lower, using the alcohol wipe in their hand to wipe the blood off their hands. They wiped the new tears off Whumpee's face with their fingers, blissfully cool against their burning skin. "I'm sorry, love," they whispered, carding their fingers through Whumpee's hair.

"You've been through a lot, I know. But it's okay to be vulnerable. It's okay, I swear. It doesn't make you weak or whatever crap they told you. You don't have to laugh when you don't really want to," they continued with the same gentle tone, cupping their jaw and giving them a fond smile that still carried a forlorn air to it.

"I just don't want any pity," Whumpee attested, gaze downcast and full of uncertainty.

"And I understand that. You are strong for managing to make it through all this. I want to offer you care and not pity, love," they added, ruffling their hair affectionately.

Whumpee tried for a few false starts, but they ultimately decided on a nod and sucking in a shaky breath.

Their breathing began to slow a little as Caretaker resumed patching up their wounds, and while they still tried to keep their pain well-concealed beneath a clenched jaw as a force of habit, something a bit of time could heal, they weren't completely averse to displaying vulnerability, feeling a lot safer than they ever had in their life under Caretaker's gentle vigilance.

Vulnerability is not an indication of a lack of courage. And, while it may be difficult to process, all one needs is a steadfast companion; someone to lean on when they have been holding their own weight up for so long the way a mountain does. People are not broken objects in need of rigid fixing to return to what they once were, rather, the steps they take to heal, no matter how undesirable, are all that they need, vital to even the most resilient of minds.

Today's server is Natalia! If you enjoyed this meal, we'd all be honoured if you come again <3 <3 <3

#Natalia #whumpdrivehtru #answered asks #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #tw blood #tw implied past torture #tw implied past captivity #tw bruises #tw somewhat graphic wound description #angst #whump #whump blog

[homoquartz]

after forcing doctors to evacuate al nasr hospital, and then bombing the area so severely that ambulances could not reach it, the israeli army left three NICU babies to suffocate or starve to death, alone in their beds. two more passed just before the evacuation, when oxygen supply was cut off.

israel denies this is the case. it is confirmed by human rights watch, cnn, and other reputable sources.

i don't like sharing shocking news, i like to paint a broader picture, but i think this paints exactly the broader picture.

#israel #gaza #palestine #child death tw #be warned the descriptions are graphic

[enderthevulpix]

Headcanon: The corpses in Anomaly Found died from a combination of asphyxiation, excessive bleeding out of orifaces, and lacerations.

#jacksepticeye #jse egos #jacksepticeye egos #iris #altrverse #jse iris #jse #headcanon #ego headcanons #tw graphic description of death #tw blood #tw asphyxiation #tw death mention #tw death #tw asphyxiation mention

[the-magpie-archives]

There's something so grotesquely thrilling about the unknowing being a dance. As an art form dance is uncomfortable, painful, and even causes lasting damage to the dancer; but above all it is something that MUST be beautiful.

"I just want you to join me for a dance!"

Such an innocent statement, even if you know that it isn't.

To think of a partner dance: Perhaps a waltz where your partner is much taller than you, their position forcing your arms out of their sockets as you struggle to keep your form.

A solo dance? Ballet without training, elegant poses that stretch your tendons til they snap; pointe work without shoes, the weight of your body crushing the bones in your feet.

Or musical theatre! Your body moves at a pace you can't control as your throat grows hoarse from singing louder than you ever should. A smile (or perhaps a grimace) plastered painfully on your face.

What about contemporary? Your soft unprepared body meeting the harsh ground from a leap that ended too soon; something tears inside you as you draw yourself up gracefully in a way you wouldn't think possible.

The pure raw confusion of your body doing something you never allowed it to know how to do. What is this body? What is this movement? What shape am I being twisted into?

"so effortless!" an onlooker exclaims, as another bone snaps.

You'd scream, but the punishment for not smiling is worse than this pain.

The harsh gaze of dead, automaton eyes watches you from the wings, judging and critiquing. It's not good enough, your performance wasn't perfect; but if you're lucky you won't live long enough to hear the feedback. You wouldn't understand it anyways.

#The body horror potential of dance is honestly great #I've been a dancer my whole life (never a good one tho) and the stuff that so many dancers go through is 😳 #Like that shit is freaky #But yeah Jon says after he wakes up from his coma that he remembers dancing and i like to think that this is the kind he remembers. #the magnus archives #tma #the magnus institute #Jonathan sims #Nikola Orsinov #The unknowing #tma the stranger #mag 119 #tw body horror #tw graphic description #tw unreality #tma spoilers #tma season 3

[blue-the-octoling]

The end of Tom Weaver

First time posting something I’ve written, please don’t be too harsh on me if it’s bad! (Also there is a drawing at the end of this) cw description of death

“Where are we going mama?”

Tom asks in his sweet but raspy voice continuing to walk with his hand holding his mother’s. Though she doesn’t answer and continues to look forward not paying attention to him only her surroundings. The woods eventually let up becoming thinner until there’s only a few small saplings in the ground leading up to the edge of the cliff his mother has lead them too. It overlooks more of the woods that have remained untouched by man.

It’s beautiful he can understand why his mother wanted to bring him here maybe one day he could bring Tim here and show him too. He feels her harshly tug her hand away from his, it doesn’t surprise nor bother him as he’s too caught up in the view, he can’t wait to tell Tim when they get home. He sees his mother take a step back out of the corner of his eye and hears her mutter something that sounds like prayer “mama? What are you-“

He can’t finish his sentence before he feels a hand on his back accompanied by harsh powerful shove that causes him to tumble forward and over the cliff his hands helplessly reach out to try and stop himself but it doesn’t work.

He can feel tears fill his eyes as he looks down at the fast approaching rocky earth his body slowly spins forward his vision slowly goes from the rocky ground to the cliff as he looks up he can see his mother look over the edge watching him fall he can’t take it. He closes his eyes his body tensing as he braces for impact. It doesn’t help. His body hits the ground with a wet crunch legs, ankle and arm snapping upon impact his spine bends to fit the form of the rock the pain was already too much for him he lets out a blood curdling scream that gets cut short as his neck breaks from the force of the whiplash.

His scream turns into wet sounding wheezes as he struggles to breathe he try’s to move he can’t as he weakly twitches he can feel every pulse, every drip of blood that leaves his wounds, every breath he takes feels like fire, as it presses his lungs against his broken ribs. His eyes close as he passes out from the pain.

When he regrettably opens his eyes again he is once again brought back to the painful reality of his existence it was just about dark he could see the sun setting in the distance. Why… Why was this happening to him…? He could never do anything right… he was born a devil … his mother constantly preached to him and Tim how they were spawns of the devil.

Now he’ll die alone a monster… a devil… finally he try’s to make a sound. To call out. “t-Tim..! Ti… m.. Tim ple… ase… p-please… Tim..” he quietly wheeze cry’s as his heart beats weakly he uses what little strength he has left to call out to his brother. The only one who cared. Tears run down the side of his face as he takes his final breath wanting nothing more than to know his brother was near again. 

I’m in the process of tweaking/redesigning the weaver children to be more accurate to both how they died and how I interpret them! I kept Tom pretty similar to his original design but I added more wear and tear to more accurately fit with how he died (also I think that animals got to him before he woke up as a ghost so I wanted to show that too)

#wick horror game #wick hellbent games #tom weaver #body horror tw #graphic description of death #artwork

[crystalsblogcorner]

Was bored and couldn’t stop thinking abt sb!ranboo from shifting bonds so I decided to draw a ref of one sorts before going to bed, goodnight/good morning and bye!

#shifting bonds au #g/t vore #mcyt g/t #story tw’s #tw graphic descriptions of blood and gore #tw vore #tw dehumanization #tw violence