#tw: gruesome digitals

[rosey100]

Just thought I'd draw some roses 💐

Some Rose inspired by @kazzykatt 's aus

Wanted

Brair

23

🩶💣🐈‍⬛🌒

I closely based on Loona from Helluva Boss and Batgirl/Barbara but with a black market father who sold her and her parakeet for "a check up" and has never been adopted once growing up. By the time she runs away at 17, Bair survives whatever is needed to steal, sells scams, everything for money to even get some fries or a small place to stay till she makeshift a shed from an abandoned train. She adapted skills and knowledge to make it where if it were making distractions or trying not to get caught by anybody, whether they were a dog fighter or police she can a brothel paunch the light bulbs out of them easy and also has some special effects from the check up let just say no one can't make this up but nobody will believe it.

Her personality is mostly cold, and she can be a bit stubborn and harsh, but she is understanding, bold, outgoing, convincent, and sociable. She is a very smart (street smart) and calculated too. Brair mainly cut off, showing her emotions or physical even her weakness in life are off limits and her feelings are merely closed off to everyone who meets her but she might well threatening people if they give off her the wrong way.

Can things get more crazy for her life(the answer is yes) on her regular " business" routes to a factory to give someone "a simple pack", but things got too fresh with that and she had to go in the place to get the money she was going for leaving the client outside while going in with his lab coat. Managin to get caught by fixing her looks and going through the vents to get to the locker. After getting the money, she stumbled into an explosive sound of glass breaking and birds chirping? Not wanting to be nosey she kept walking towards the exit and go home but curiosity had other plans, peeping in the lab she started to see two dudes trashed the whole room beyond prepare and Brair was mostly known the situation too well on why. The site of motion of the two men usually motive that she heard about and her knowledge of the is entire area suspected of starting animal testing for their products it was no surprise why two people wanted for their crimes to come in the factory to make damage and let out some animals that were almost ready to be tested on. As fate had it she was caught by the two men and she didn't have any cover up leaving her expose to a whole, got even more worse when someone caught all of them ran out to call cops but got " knocked out ".Let's just say no one knew what to do except run the fu#k out of there as fast as possible (but now without a few animals or more), and before that, a security guard came in front of her asking why she was doing in the factory hall realized she had no disguise she was about to going to the head office while the bros were almost free til the guard grab her wrist, turned around and saw them mid of escape. When he was about to alert the cops, the guy lost consciousness as Brair's teeth slowly vemon enough to tranquilize him, as all three of them ran out while throw another ball of dynamic on the roof for a distraction.

Apocalipsis

Rosa

18 ?

🦴🧫⚔️🐦‍🔥

She is the first child who came to the chew somehow at 3 y/o alive of terror and chaos. The group was not in the most likely position to even be able to look after themselves, let alone an three year old nearly covered in bl00d that is not her own( Mero almost thought of dangled her off the roof but decided to not go with it calling her Edge for awhile before changing her name 🫣) but kept her knowing the Threats outside the Tortuga so far she was kept in a room for safety measures. Rosa may have been grateful for the hospitality spake that she would leave if she had anywhere to go anyway, and that when everyone else knew things definitely changed.

Life may not be sunshine and rainbows, but she can picture a good glimpse of the life that could be. Some may think she is a defenseless wallflower jokes on them she's a beast and a wild and dangerous one at moments of disaster comes at the door, one time in particular when she was playing with some rocks and a hyena came in the room seamlessly fear wasn't coming into mind was is gruesome, by the time Mero come in to see a red splatter room and a little girl holding out a detach head in front of them bl00d covered mouth.. chewing whatever face it had (no amount was wasted that day).

Ro is pretty smart and observative even at a young age but mostly less humanly emotionally than the chew suspected that she would be growing up, though it could be the isolation and the small notion of the chew (besides Collin)tolerance of just keeping her alive. Maybe she's a small bit they had to deal with or was a bitter reminder of the past either way she knows all too well about faces, meaning that knowledge every single feature is clear to her without even a word and she can prevent any attacks from any animal even without falls through it took a lot of practice and scratches.

Xverse

Aose

20

👩🏽‍🎨⛓️‍💥🪆🪢

She was a new art school sophomore student who was bubbly, full of ambition ( I got inspired by Harley Quinn and characters like her)and who mightily have known she'd been followed by who came in her dorm that night. She had calls last at night, random creepy notes on her desk, dead flower buds at her door, and by then, it had gotten worse as she'd grown a bit more paranoid before the day happened

She has burd and badly missing memories about the night she was kidnapped. She's kind of has half of memories of her fighting off someone to the ground, but something hit her head, and nowadays, it was just a rain cloud painting, a broken bottle, and yellow eyes? Her mind is still in a blur due to that night and nothing else. In one incident, a test was performed in where she was injected with something, and she was in room full with endless supplies of medications. She was more concerned with what the results of the injection than whatever medicinal effects it could cause. It didn't really help when her body (she was unconscious) laying on the floor shaking when she came to half of her facial and physical form was unrecognizable and that,she looked down at her hands now in chains and hread a voice say "it was for her own good". Enraged with everything that happened, she started at whaling and screaming in on the top of her lungs. Asking what happened to deserve this? She started hitting the walls even if her hands were blooded, but they didn't, then someone came in-and-in a fit of rage. Sheet, you didn't know what happened. But for everyone else, all they saw was the dead body. At least her hands were somewhat free, but her mental state cracked, and since then, she always had a smile on her face.

The effects of the medicines mix in her did much more to a physical form, but a somewhat form, she started to become more aggressive and feisty when five stronger people have to force her to the task room, become more faster on her own two feet even if she ran on broken glass or lava, annihilated a whole steel table in minutes using one hand and her hearing is Is almost third percent of naturally hearing in a more normal human way and because of the incident she grew more tolerant any pain since.

Trottamundoss

Rosita

25?

🪷🎀❤️‍🔥🩰

For what I can say about her: she's mixed with Pinkie pie's personality, golden retriever vides, and a dash of calm blanket of 60's flower power in a large bowl and I throw it in a garden bed ( but sprinkling some thorns in the mix so) and the rest is sun baked for a while. Mostly sweet, bubbly, fun-loving, graceful, cheerful, and smiling girl with a heart of gold 💛

What I think she likes is that it's basically enjoying sunny days, music, friendly company, walks in parks, blowing bubbles, playing with the critters, dancing in the field, etc. ( Gosh, bless her, I made a fu#king deer). I also think that since she likes a big pile of wholesome, Rosita is very good at 🥁 air flying (yes believe it) where she can find a high place dropped herself off and she can just float in the air kinda like a dandelion but without the process of dying just float for long time till she finds a place to lands on

Defenseless as she is for a lot of would take their chances for the kill, but don't think she's knows her opponents will do, that why this little ray of sunshine can burn you when she exposes her bristles that gives a temporarily painful experience for anyone who came to harm her or anyone who seems to be in danger. There's something else she can bo where if she's surrounded , she could spin round liking one of those ballet moves and could just throw up thorns from all of her hair and body and we strike people down like a russian ballet dan throw loose throwing stars at the same time dancing, Also turns into a pack of flowers. FYI

Space

Rosaclipse

12

🪐🌠🩷🤓

Something happened... something weird happened the day she was born, a long solar eclipse happened and let just say no one survived except her a small, crying, defenseless slime baby who was just hungry and had no idea what happened(or at least that what was said), No one know what happened, whether it was a monster that came in or at a sessionation assassination or anything if for some reason, they left her alone and alive for what . Basically, with bodies who they might believe were her parents. But no one knows since no one couldn't tell since everything was covering like some weird acid. But did not come from her as a baby.. Luckily, she would be in good hands after a long time looking for a good home and have no knowledge of her past, but figured that good for her.

She has been a working experience for almost anyone who's currently knows her, at most shy, fearful, very docile, but is smart,kindhearted, and free spirit. It was between trust and people in general for her. Basically, just being nervous about strangers and having to talk about her to caretakers was hard before she warmed up to them, but that aside is just a sweet, loving star hiding behind the clouds. Ro is also really smart, like her IQ sore would be higher for even university professors to quit and let her take their jobs saying fu#k it.

Ro could do more than just floating all over the place, and being a smart cookie, she actually runs super fast though not much light speed fast but it's hardly anything can catch her so that good right. Also she gives off electricity her can subtract thousands of debris and other times where if you shake her a bit she glow 100% natural light from her own body just like that nobody knew till they found her upside down on the floor just shining bright 🌟. She has been doing well at teleconesis she a little shy about showing that, but she is good at it

Wild school

Rosalie

21

🐺🎆🕵🏽‍♀️🏍

She's Jade from Victorious, but softer and "secretly" a sweet pea holding a "Don't try me B!cth til I have my coffee " coffee mug with a small breeze of Belle from Beauty and the Beast (but not in the whole stockholm syndrome thing ) so she can be a bookworm as well.

It is no surprise that her background is a mystery. Besides, she was just transferred to the principal's understandings, but there are times when rumors may progress in the mix is almost a theory, and Ro could never care less than a ferrell cat in the middle of fu*king traffic😑. Besides, it's not like she's there for "something else" or something magical, just some good ol' learning is all

Rosalie isn't really social, it can be on for mostly any type of gathering or parties, that she would be forced to go to but as long as you don't underestimate her or judge her for anything( She checked a whole gallop mix of Spite and cocktail mix while filling knives for darts all in the center at the same time for being call a whimp of a female and no one can't say sh!t to her without being out did 🎯 no joke ) you think on the top of your head. Her own willpower can be quite terrifying, especially when her really knows what the situation she could be in, whether it's deadly round house kick a door down closed by some bratty girls or kicking some jeck's ego down on a flirting attempt while Tempting her for a few drinks plus she can read body language real good and surprisingly excellent fighting skills.

#wild kratts oc #digital art #drawing #wanted au #apocalipsis au #xverse au #trottamundoss au #space au #wild school au #if y'all don't get why i named wanted one is inspired by sleeping beauty princess Briar rose #star wars reference #forgive me im not a super fan #i've seen mandalorian and half of clone but that it #please don't mind the little flaws in the picture #tw: drinking #tw: gruesome digitals #tw: explosions #tw: blood #tw: scars #tw: cursing #tw: alcohol

[pinkpkmntrainer]

(tw: black blood, severed hand (well, more like severed ribbon), abstragedy angst)

uh oh-

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc zooble #tadc gangle #zooble tadc #gangle tadc #gangle x zooble #zooble x gangle #abstragedy #drawing #digital art #drawing tablet #cw blood #tw blood #cw severed limbs #tw severed limbs #this is probably the most gruesome thing i've drawn ever #the bloody stuff won't be a regular occurrence dw #tadc au #the amazing digital adventure #adventure zooble #adventure gangle

[couchcouchcouchcouch]

guess who finally finished reading the Nausicaa manga : )

#augh what a story #of course many thoughts but they are for me #i had a tough time coloring this. imagine me if you will. keeping the manga by my desk and flipping thru it like a bible #knowing full well i am using a limited color palette and will not be faithful to the colored illustrations within these volumes #i dont know why both of my most recent pieces are of women holding their hand up to the viewer #it just turned out that way #my art #digital art #ghibli #nausicaa of the valley of the wind #nausicaä of the valley of the wind #nausicaa #fanart #couchcouchcouchcouchart #tw blood #tw animal injury #<- nothing gruesome or even visible really #but these birds do have blood down their front and it is implied they have been coughing it up #obviously

[moonlight-prose]

if you were up for it....

❛ just keep moving. don’t look back. ❜

❛ there’s nothing you can do to save them. ❜

with Joel? 👀

PALE RIDER

a/n: i swear i can't write anything short. especially if it comes to this man. i delved deep into the angst with this one, and based it off of the vibes of the song pale rider. it gives me joel vibes in a way. i loved doing this small fic for you babes. i hope you enjoy it!

summary: grief was a noose and he did what he could to loosen it before he lost you too.

word count: 949

pairing: joel miller x reader

warnings: not explicit, gore, tw blood, violence, angst, grief, death.

You could taste copper on your tongue as you watched the scene unfold before you. The gun you’d been clutching at for what felt like hours, was emptied a few minutes ago. Your final bullet being lodged in the chest of someone you couldn’t believe turned out to be infected. The ache in your fingers started to form; the positions your knuckles were in causing the digits to stiffen until it hurt to move them.

Red splatters of blood were spread along your jacket, the color solidifying in the pale brown. It wasn’t even your jacket. It was his. Which made the realization that her blood was currently staining it, so much worse. If you could, you’d look away. Keep your eyes diverted from the scene as Joel came closer. Each step measured and slow so as not to startle you.

Is that what you’ve become? A wild animal that would bolt if given the chance? You didn’t feel like an animal—having done the right thing. But that didn’t stop the grief—the guilt—from entering your heart. Forever promising to remind you that no one else pulled that trigger. No one else killed your friend.

“Hey.” His hand reached out to cup your cheek, touch your neck, anything to establish that he was here with you.

Only for you to flinch away. You turned away, unaware that his hand fell back to his side—a pained expression overtaking his face. The burning sensation in your chest, hot and uncomfortable. You should be crying over her death; should have broken down all your walls to grieve the only friend you had. Except the tears were nonexistent, and the numbness was slowly beginning to overtake your entire being. Soon you wouldn’t feel anything—the emptiness giving you peace of mind.

Turning you into a hollow shell of who you used to be.

His hand settled on your arm, turning you back to him slowly until he could pull you closer. You felt it. The shift in your chest, in your body, as the shock fell away. Finally revealing the broken bits of you beneath your heavy cast of armor. Collapsing into his hold, you felt him draw you tight, his cheek pressed to your head and hands rubbing along your back.

Joel encased you in his warmth, his hold tight, heartbeat steady. That’s what you latched onto. The steady beat of his heart as he pressed whispered words into your hair, the scent of blood still prominent in your nose. You had to get away from this place. Run until you couldn’t feel your legs anymore, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from her. From the gruesome horror you created.

“I shouldn’t have killed her,” you said numbly against his shoulder, the sting of unshed tears building in your eyes. Yet no matter how much you wanted to cry…you couldn’t.

The emotions had built to a point that release was no longer an option. So they burrowed themselves where they could. Lodging in your throat, your chest, until you felt like you were drowning beneath the weight of them. Clutching onto him, you tried to center the anguish that ate at your insides. While your friend had unwillingly become a monster—apart of the infected—you housed one in your body.

Keeping it trapped, for fear of what might happen when it was finally set free.

“I told you,” he said gently, pulling away to cup your face in his warm calloused hands. “There’s nothing you can do to save them. Once they’re infected…”

“I know,” you replied, stifling the sob that clawed its way up your throat. “But she was my friend.”

He glanced at her, laying in the field of wild grass. If it weren’t for the infection showing itself already, he would have thought she was sleeping. He knew how much she meant to you—how you had no one to call family until her—and he wanted to take away your pain. To endure the pain of the act for you.

He should have been the one to pull the trigger, having done it many times before today, but you acted on impulse. A trait that he taught you when you first met.

If he couldn’t say the right thing, he would hold you until the pain subsided. Until he could take you back home and make sure that you kept going—that you didn’t disappear in on yourself. He could recall the day he first saw you vividly. The smile you gave him captured him, your words settling in his mind like a sweet melody he’d never tire of hearing. No matter how long it would take, he’d bring that part of you back.

You dragged him from the edge of hell and reminded him of what love felt like. He would do the same for you in a heartbeat.

“C’mon honey,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “We’ve got to go.”

“I can’t leave her.” Your tone sounded dead and that alone terrified you.

“You have to.” He led you towards the path, keeping you close to him with each step. And you followed, knowing that he was right. You couldn’t help her no matter how much you wanted to—the grief and memories all you had left of who she was. “Just keep moving. Okay honey?”

You nodded, clutching onto his hand. It’s what she would have wanted—what she would have told you to do. So, you exhaled, in the hopes that you’d let go of the pain you could no longer keep. 

“Don’t look back,” you whispered, forcing yourself to continue.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller #the last of us fic #tlou hbo #joel miller fic #my writing

[animeyanderelover]

I believe you're referring to the one Fruits Basket post I did a few months ago where they had a nightmare and woke up only to find their darling not next in bed to them. I know that you like the softer approach so I tried to give it to you.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, some paranoia

Prompt 136

Seijūrō wasn't a person prone to weakness and showing his emotions. Perhaps it had something to do with the way his father had forced him to be perfect in every aspect as he had been the only son to succeed his business. The only real escape for him, the only real source of relaxation and joy during his childhood had been his kind mother.

Until she had passed away in his 5th year of elementary school and he had been left alone to endure the excessive high expectations his father put him under. Never lose in anything or to anyone, never let anyone defy him. The seeds for the person he would become later on in his life had been planted by his father, had given birth to a terrifying side of Akashi that only few dared to go against only to suffer the consequences.

You truly weren't sure if he had ever felt very strongly about his own father as he acted arctic and cold around him whenever those two met, almost behaving like strangers. What you knew was that Akashi didn't want you to be around your father-in-law too often and for once did you agree with him. It was terrible obvious that his father hadn't envisioned you as his son's partner and spouse and the few times where you had seen Seijūrō's father, you had noticed the sharp glares thrown in your direction and the condescending comments, questioning your competence and your worth.

If looks could kill you were sure that his father would have died the most gruesome death possible as Akashi's eyes had burned with murder, a gaze so intense that servants had withered away the moment his eyes had brushed past them for less than a second. Family reunions between the Akashi family were rare, you could count it down on less than five fingers how often Seijūrō visited his father and if he did, he never left your side, almost paranoid that his father would just wait for the opportunity to tear you down and convince your of your worthlessness. It was a rare side you normally never saw of him.

---

Upon waking up from the foggy images of his nightmare, the first thing Akashi noticed was the sheath of sweat covering his skin and his quickened heartbeat. A nightmare solely induced because of the celebration of his father's birthday. A celebration Akashi had only attended because you had insisted that you two should at least congratulate his father.

He reached over to your side, fingers gracing the cold material of the mattress which suddenly made him aware that he was alone. He sat up slowly, his eyes staring at the spot where you had been when both of you had headed to bed before wandering over to the digital alarm clock on your nightstand.

02:53

For a few moments he just sat in the darkness, waiting for you and listening to every little sound that stood out within the overall silence of the night.

A few minutes passed by yet he didn’t hear any footsteps indicating that you were heading back to the bedroom. He was sure that you were still somewhere in the house and that the servants having the nightshift tonight would have informed him if something would have happened but with the just recent nightmare, Seijūrō couldn’t help the slight knock of unease on his mind.

He threw the blankets off his body as he stood up, walking over to the bathroom connected to the bedroom. It wasn’t likely that you were inside as he had neither heard any sounds nor was the light on as far as he could see. He wanted to be completely sure though as he knocked gently on the door.

“(y/n)?”

There was no answer, pretty much as he had expected. Concluding that you really weren’t there, Akashi headed out of the bedroom since you had to be somewhere else then.

"(y/n)?"

Still no answer. Where could you have possibly gone to in the middle of the night? There was a wave of tension washing over him as he strolled down the floor, his footsteps quickening as he continued to call out your name.

"Master, why are you awake and walking around? Is something the matter?"

Apparently he had made enough noise for one of his staff to notice. If they had nightshift though, Akashi was hoping that he had seen you.

"I'm looking for (y/n)? Have you seen them?" he asked calmly, the darkness doing nothing to hide the sheer pressure his gaze put on the poor man.

"I believe they went outside into the garden."

"Is anyone with them?"

"No, they insisted on being alone although I didn't let them leave without at least wearing a coat. The night breeze tends to be a bit fresh after all in this season."

He didn't need to hear more as he excused the servant and made his way down into the garden. Apparently he hadn't been the only one who hadn't been able to sleep soundly on this night...

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You had been fairly absorbed into the sounds of the night and the black sky above you which was to blame for you realizing a little bit too late your husband stepping outside too, eyes glued to you as some of the tension in his shoulders left him when he finally found you. A thin blanket was wrapped around you as you were sitting on one of the decorative stones outside, neck cranked up to stare into the dark sky above you.

Seijūrō should have been slightly angry with you for leaving his side in the middle of the night but you looked far too serene right now, gaze dreamily hung up on the nightsky. It was only when he stepped closer that you noticed his approach from the corner of your eyes and finally turned your gaze to him. Mild surprise on your face before it melted into a softer expression that drove out every bit of anger he could have possibly harbored somewhere in his mind.

"Unable to fall asleep?" you asked softly, making some space for him so he could sit down next to you.

"I was actually just searching for you since you just diappeared. How long have you been sitting here?" he replied, shuffling closer to you and engulfing your own hand within the warmth of his own.

"I'd say that I've been awake for roughly an hour and have been sitting here now for about 20 minutes." you guessed, a half-amused smile on your face as you did so.

"Why didn't you-"

"If you're going to ask me why I didn't wake you up, don't. You've stressed yourself out enough yesterday already, I didn't want to disturb your sleep with such trivial matters." you interrupted him before he could even finish his question, already knowing what he would have asked you otherwise.

"You think having me waking up without knowing where you are isn't going to stress me out then?" he quickly shot back, causing you to let out a short chuckle, amused by his answer.

"Fair point."

You pointed your gaze at him, noticing that he seemed to think about something as he was staring right into your own eyes and even if the light was very limited right now, you thought that you could see a sparkle of worry in his orbs.

"The reason why you couldn't fall asleep doesn't have anything to do with my father and his poor behavior, does it?"

You thought that he would ask you something along those lines, when it came to his father you were fairly good to predict your husband's behavior.

"Not really, I think. What about you?"

"It has nothing to do with him." Akashi replied, a strong hint of dislike put into the last word. You watched his facial expression carefully but you had to give it to Akashi. He knew how to conceal the feelings on his face, you couldn't tell from merely observing him if he was lying or not. There was only the feeling deep inside your heart telling you that it had to do with his father but you decided to not push it any further. You shouldn't worsen his mood.

"If you say so. Seijūrō, I think you should still head back to bed. You have work to do tomorrow. Try to fall asleep again."

"Then you're coming with me."

You tilted your head slightly in confusion.

"If you want me to fall asleep again, then you have to be next to me. I won’t be able to sleep until I have you in my arms."

You let out a huff of amusement, a grin tugging on your lips as you leaned closer, nose bumping into his. "You're acting very strange right now."

"There's nothing wrong with showing my spouse how much I love them."

His love. His love scared you at times, especially when his golden eye threatened to tear your soul apart with his glare alone but right now he appeared relaxed, tame even.

"Was your nightmare that bad?"

There was a very short moment of shock, he hadn't told you about him having a nightmare and you had just assumed that he must have had one, you didn't know why. Intuition perhaps?

You would cave in. Just for tonight, you would be willing to cave in and indulge him and yourself in some tender sweetness now that he wasn't the other side of him. But only if he would admit it. You had been far too often the one who had been forced to show your weakness and break down in front of him only to have him coddling you in a sickening manner. You wanted him to be the one to admit his weakness for once to you too. Just so you could see that he was only a human too.

The silence that followed the next few moments showed you that he was hesitating a bit, perhaps he was worried that you were scheming something, although that would b fruitless for you in all ways. Red eyes were locked into your own orbs as if searching for any sign that you were planning to use this somehow against him. He couldn't find anything though, only genuine concern and the silent wish to see him. A warm feeling spread throughout his chest.

"Yes."

You barely heard him whispering his answer out but that one word was all that you needed to hear to close the few inches of distance between you two, your lips meeting his own warm ones. For the shortest moment he seemed a bit surprised before he leaned forward, both of his hands grabbing your shoulders to pull you closer to him.

"Then let's go back inside, shall we?"

#yandere kuroko no basket #yandere kuroko’s basketball #yandere knb #yandere akashi #yandere seijūrō akashi

[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

Whumpee comforting or caring for caretaker.

(Tags/TW: blood, vague hunting reference, blood drinking, vaguely implied death mention, biting, wounds, caretaker turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker, escape trope, survival trope, mentions of broken bones, implied past abuse)

“We’re safe.. for now.” 

It was the last thing Caretaker had the strength to say, before they collapsed in pain and blood loss. 

Whumper might have killed them this time and they wouldn’t know until they’d already done everything they could to try to fix them. 

Caretaker did the hard work, got them away from Whumper and into an abandoned house, deep in a city miles away. But Whumper had been tormenting them for hours, had cut them so deeply with a silver blade. 

Whumpee had listened intently to them, though. Knew enough about their kind to try, something, anything to help restore them. They started a fire for themselves, broke down a kitchen chair to fuel it in the fireplace. They’d need it when they gave Caretaker blood, if they couldn’t find them something larger, first as not to waste it. 

Whumpee searched the house over with the flashlight on Caretakers phone, found a knife they could flame over to try to cleanse the area. 

If you trap it inside, it’ll kill us. Our bodies will cleanse it with enough blood but it has to purge it out like poison. Pouring it on works to maintain but it needs to be fed to us. 

It was as though Caretaker knew all along, the information Whumpee would need to save them one day. It only seemed right, after what they’d done to free them; keep them from killing them. 

Whumpee stared at them now, lit by the flames they’d created and for the first time, took in the gruesome sight. What Caretaker had allowed Whumper to do to them, in distraction for Whumpee to gather belongings and prepare to leave as soon as Whumper was tricked. 

It took hours. 

For Whumper to become satisfied with how much they’d beat Caretaker down, spilled their blood for something they thought of as entirely pathetic. A proud, powerful vampire, letting a human torture them for the sake of another, weaker human. They’d largely oversighted how much they cared for Whumpee. 

Whip marks, divots of ashen skin that had been charred by heat, hair that had been ripped out and hadn’t had enough blood to regenerate. Their face was bloodied, teeth missing, eyes almost swollen shut. All in the sake of their name.

They could have killed Whumper, could have not let a human mutilate them but they wanted Whumpee to get away safely. Wanted them out of the house, out of their shackles they’d stolen the key for prior. Weeks of planning and it had to go perfectly. 

So they let them hurt them and paid for time with what could be their life. 

“I won’t let you die..” Whumpee mumbled, “Not after everything you’ve done for me.” 

They slit their fingers, wiped the bloodied digits over the cuts that had torn open their side and exposed ribs past the protective tissue. Their blood soaked in and what came out, was blackened sludge seeping into the floorboard. It made their stomach churn, how putrid the poisoned blood smelled and how they heard it squish and drip. 

It was only the beginning, but the more they managed to get out, the longer they could leave them to find something else. They had prepared, for something that Caretaker hadn’t. They’d hidden a pistol that Whumper had primarily kept for bears, strategically took one bullet at a time until they’d collected a handful. They knew Caretaker needed blood. More than they could spare if something ever happened. 

Plan ahead. If there was anything the soft spoken vampire had taught them. Plan every step and you wouldn’t trip over them when you had to blindly run ahead. 

“You’re going to be okay, we’ll get this out of your system and you can drink from me and it’ll all be okay..” 

It was their turn, to take care of their Caretaker. The one that just bled out to carry them to safety. 

Hunting something cleanly, wasn’t the hard part. Carrying it back, wasn’t the hard part. Draining the blood into whatever they could find, ridding the rest for other wildlife to consume; nothing was difficult until it came to staring at them, lifeless and exactly how they’d left them. 

“How am I going to give this to you..” Whumpee questioned aloud, carefully lifting Caretaker’s head onto their lap, holding their wounded form like they could possibly make it worse. 

They tried to pour it into Caretakers mouth, tilt them enough to hope gravity worked but it gave them such little hope when it never made it down. They washed more over the wound, purged out more blackened tar and the sides of the cut just barely dared to plump with life. 

“Please, Caretaker, please don’t leave me alone like this..” A whispered sob, lashes lined with their fear and sadness as they kept filling their mouth and never managed to do anything but overflow. 

Whumpee muscled them into their arms, rested their weighted form against their chest and laid their chin against Caretaker’s shoulder. They tried again, gently massaged their neck as they filled parted lips in attempt to feed them again. 

When it worked, the held-back tears released down their cheeks and they held them tighter. They fed them more, until their supply was gone and the pool of black around them grew in it’s disgusting ooze. The only sign anything was working, was the wound slowly running red and at last, it started to close on the edges of each gnarly slash. 

The first sign of life from Caretaker, was fiery eyes lidding open and they just barely caught the twitch. Whumpee was all but afraid, of the beast they’d just awakened and held in their arms. The monster that used their unearthly strength, their undying biology, to earn their freedom from such long suffering. 

“I’ve got you, Caretaker, you’re safe..” Whumpee soothed close to their ear, warm fingers pushing their matted hair off of their dirty face. They heard wheezing, rasps that sounded like a wounded animal panting for their last wake of survival.

Whumpee didn’t think, now that they knew the vampire in their arms was alive. They just did. They used blunt teeth to tear open the skin on their wrist, filled their own mouth with blood before they pressed it to Caretakers. 

“That’s it.. Drink slow, let it soak in..” Whumpee flinched just by a fraction, when fangs finally pierced their skin with much better accuracy to the vein they needed. Caretaker still drank carefully, even when they started to twitch and writhe with searing pain and restoration. 

They still couldn’t shake the relieved tears that fell against a pale shoulder. Caretakers lips on their skin, fangs in their vein, mouth sucking the healing substance out of them; it all felt like things they thought they’d never experience again. Above all else, they were just grateful their Caretaker was alive. 

“I love you.. You know that?” Whumpee lamented through their somber delight, resting against Caretaker’s shoulder and nuzzling the tip of their nose against a clammy, pulsing throat. Fingers pet through messy hair, comforted the beast that regenerated in their grip. 

When they felt fatigue slowly lid their eyes, their heart picking up speed in slight distress, they felt the desperate feeding slow until a slicked tongue staunched the bleeding and healed their multi-depth wounds. 

“I’m so sorry Caretaker, I had no idea Whumper would hurt you like this- go this far.. It wasn’t worth almost losing you.” 

“I’ll heal..” The vampires first, strained words from freshly lubricated vocal cords. “This will never hurt as bad as seeing what they did to you.. every time I wasn’t there..” 

The guilt in the vampires voice, like they’d failed a silent vow, squeezed their throat tightly with shame, trembled their limbs with building emotion. Caretaker hadn’t let go of their hand, kissed over their palm and the sides of their fingers with split, bloodied lips. The sight of their gory face was comforting, relieving when it meant their immortality kept them at Whumpee’s side. 

 “Besides..” Caretaker continued through the thinned silence, finally tilting in Whumpee’s arms to see them better. “I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather owe my life, than someone I’d willingly die for.” 

“You don’t owe me anything,” Whumpee insisted and Caretaker merely pecked at their fingers, no haste in their limbs to move their stiffened body while it repaired their corpse. Wounds vanished to hide under tears of clothing, left nothing but viscera tacked to fresh skin. 

“I’ve just now evened out my first debt and you think I’ll ignore another?” The vampire questioned and Whumpee couldn’t help the affectionate chuckle beneath them. 

“Let’s just say I know the difference between real monsters and fables, when I meet them.” 

“How could you ever know that a blood-thirsty beast would come to gladly sell their soul for you?” 

“Beasts don’t beg for what they need, they take it.” 

“You can come out, I can’t run from you.. “ 

All they could see in the dark cellar was a pair of glowing eyes. They heard panting that had been drained of breath but still dripped saliva to the floor. They had no way out, no chance of fighting, so instead they surrendered. And prayed for a quick death. 

“My legs are broken.. and my spirit is too, so I won’t fight you..” Whumpee admitted through trembling lips, sadness dripping as fast as the hidden beasts drool slapped the cement flooring. 

The beast could smell it, their fear, the sour scent of pain and hopelessness. So deeply inside them they bet they’d taste it in their blood. The blood that seized every limb in violent spasms of power, every surge telling them they needed what was inside them. 

“If you can understand me.. Please just make it quick.” 

The vampire was in front of them before they could clip their final words and in reaction, they shrank back, pressed their back against the wall as wide eyes stared them down. 

They looked nothing like they’d imagined, as they looked blankly at them, eye to eye and their limbs occasionally twitched with life beyond their control. They stared at the features of another human, contorted in pain and cheeks crusted with tear-stain and ocular mucus. They’d sobbed for longer than they could afford with how little they’d been fed. 

Whumpee expected snarling teeth, flared lips, but had been met with a wet chest from how much they hungered and puffy eyes that said they’d ran silent with their own terror. Every jerk of their arms or seize of leg looked painful, the more aggressive ones twisted their face in a wince. 

“One of us, should get to feel better.. So it’s okay if you kill me, maybe when Whumper comes to check on us, you can escape.” 

The vampire lingered in continued silence, couldn���t look away, even as blood met their tear ducts when they were out of any other fluid to offer inside them. They’d never felt such aching sting, as ruby trails ruined their cheeks and the human observed their horror like a moviegoer. 

Perhaps they’d broken, endured too much, gone through more hell than they could manage. But their surrender even confused them at their own breaking point, as the first fresh blood they’d smelled in ages, dared to pretend for a single moment they weren’t a monster. 

Shaking thumbs reached out to a pale face and the vampire flinched back when they touched their face, only held still when they wiped bloodied tears off dirty cheeks. Soft and warm, kind, empathetic. The simple gesture conveyed a thousand things to a hunger that burnt hotter than just the need for blood. 

“Please..” The vampire rasped, as the human held their face and looked at them in a similar agony, muted by concern and sacrifice for anything but themselves. 

“I’m so thirsty..” More begging words the beast didn’t need to mutter but they did so anyways. 

They asked, begged, used words they didn’t think they could consciously form anymore. Pushed past the ache, the chill, the constriction inside their body screaming to end their own torment and splay the flesh in front of them. 

The human stayed silent, even as they stared what they’d been told would kill them, face to face. The final straw to Whumper’s annoyance, the final blow to their humanity. This vampire, was a threat they’d long accepted, even more so when they saw someone so human, in an agony they could relieve. 

When Whumpee turned their head, leaned closer in invitation, the vampire thought they’d snap the final thread of sanity and finally take the life in front of them. It surprised them though, how much power it took to even curl limbs around them, how much they held back from the weight that so desperately wanted to crush what they held. 

Fangs were gentle, pierced the skin with haste but left marks shallow, fixable if compacted with healing saliva. They gulped a mouthful in desperation and once it hit their stomach to rush through their system, the fog of their hunger lifted and they couldn’t manage to drink faster. They let it wash over their tongue, slither down their throat in revitalizing trickles, savored the warmth in their mouth with every pull. 

The human had relaxed, into the arms that they assumed lead them to a more peaceful death than Whumper had threatened. The suck against their skin was almost comforting, the closeness to another being that dared cradle them like they were something far beyond their worth. 

“Thank you..” Whumpee whispered, head lulled against their shoulder in their intentional limpness, even as arms gripped them a bit tighter. “For being gentle.. and helping me escape this awful life..” 

Whumpee never noticed, pink-stained tears that had started to drip down their shoulder and roll down their skin. They merely felt heavy, a little dizzy, as their heart picked up speed to accommodate the pull away from their brain. The vampire was silent but they felt a soft hand start to rub along the bumps of their spine in comforting sweeps. 

Everything got dark, so slowly it felt like they were merely falling asleep. Falling numb to the zaps of pain that had ran up their spine from their shattered bones. Resting in someone’s arms so they didn’t have to suffer dying alone. 

“Don’t move too quickly..” Whumpee minded, after they’d both merely basked in the afterglow of a double success. They escaped and Caretaker was still alive. 

“You got it out.. it doesn’t sting anymore..” The vampire assured, finally feeling the surge of strength in their muscles that had taken generous time to hydrate and unfurl. 

“I wouldn’t have known what to do if we hadn’t spent all of that time together in the cellar.” Whumpee admitted, watching Caretakers face crunch at the mention of their origins so many years back. They’d never think any benefits could ever be worth what Whumper had put them both through.

“I’m just thankful there was someone to talk to..” Caretaker lamented, having paused in a sitting position and now reached out for their cheek. “And someone to give me the hope to escape so I could take care of you.” 

“I’d say you’ve done that, and then some with this last hoorah.” Whumpee leaned closer when the vampire pulled them to their chest, placed a lingering kiss to their temple and merely held them that way. 

“Hey..” Another soft whisper, the vampire humming in response. “Will you do something for me?” 

“Anything.” Caretaker replied without thought, softly against their skin where they finally abandoned their affection. 

“Take these bloody clothes off and let me hold you..” Whumpee gave a soft tug to the outer jacket they wore and as if their word was command, Caretaker sat up on their knees and peeled the sticky, weighted fabric off of their shoulders. 

Next their stiffened sweater that had dried against them and Whumpee had already started to shed their own. Each layer a little cleaner but even bare skin was dirt covered and smeared wherever it showed past their underclothes. 

The moment Caretaker embraced them, they carelessly flopped back onto the floor and felt arms tighten around them. They wrapped every limb they possessed around their form, felt appreciative kisses spread across their neck and up the side of their jaw.

"Are you still thirsty..? You can drink more, I don't mind." Whumpee whispered and Caretaker hummed their decline.

"I'm satisfied.. I just need to hold you, too." Another loving peck and Caretaker rolled onto their back to adjust them and Whumpee stiffened in hesitance.

"Be careful- your side-" They uttered in distress and the vampire hushed them with a hand through their hair.

"I promise, I'm fine. You took care of me, everything else will heal over time." Another assuring mumble from them and they lingered in thanks.

"Are we really free now..?" Whumpee questioned aloud, disbelief still settled in their chest.

"Whumper wont find us.. I promise."

Whumper would never find them and the reason would stay buried inside the vampire for the rest of their immortal life. Whumpee didn't need to know the blood on their hands, they'd planned it that way all along.

The vampire bought time for Whumpee to escape but when they themselves were set free, Whumper never stood a chance without a bargaining device. And never could have against their rage and strength.

Whumpee was safe. And that's something they had already chosen to die for. Caretaker only thought Whumpee as merciful twice, now. Caring about them enough to even work to revive them when they could have just left.

"I love you, I love you so much."

"I love you, too." Caretaker echoed, unsure of the last time before the human in their arms, that they'd ever muttered the words.

#whump #whump community #whumpblr #whump writing #whump prompt #vampire whump #whump prompts #tw blood #tw violence #tw implied abuse #tw broken bones #tw self sacrifice #tw implied death #tw biting #tw mild gore

[callmesumi]

YANDERE (IN SOME PARTS) SANGUE NERO (OC) x Reader/S/O bits

S/O is female in some of these and uses she/her pronouns in some, but there’s also ones for males

TW: mention of dicks, pussy and gay, woooo

Dark Themes (Gore, Blood, etc) as Sangue is a gangstar

Created on a thought lol

SANGUE NERO (YANDERE)

YANDERE ALPHABET

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Extremely intense once she has you right where she wants you. At the start of her obsession, expect gifts with a note with fancy handwriting (‘Morning, Gorgeous’ , ‘Hi, love. You’ve been working so, so hard, have this gift.’ , etc) like chocolate, sweets, etc. But as the weeks pass by, the gifts get more… gruesome to say the least. Use your imagination.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Oh, so, so messy. As I mentioned before; she works for the Italian mafia. She’s not afraid to get her hands dirty.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

She wouldn’t mock you stereotypically I guess per say, just ask how you think your family and friends are doing.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Not much, but Sangue likes the taste of blood. It’s what she’s named after, after all. She’ll dig a knife into her darling’s skin and lick the blood.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

On a scale of one to ten, a 4 on vulnerability. As much as she loves you, she can’t let her guard down so easily.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Betrayed. Awful. She’ll break your arm and patch you up, so you can’t escape for a while. Sangue will gaslight you, asking why you did it and how terrible you’ve made her feel and ask if you enjoy it.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Semi-is a game to her. When the darling thinks that she’s gone out through the back door, when really Sangue hasn’t, she semi-enjoys watching you trying to escape and drags you to the bedroom to suck on darling’s dick or pussy.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

“Oh, sweet, dear (s/o), you tried to escape right under my nose, hm?” Torture. Simple word, torture. If you tried to escape in a way she really doesn’t like (example: while she’s busy talking to her teammates on the phone)

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

A family. Either adoption (for all you females and infertile males, don’t worry nothing to be ashamed of 💋) or …biologically. (Males)

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Despite her “cold emo boss facade”, she gets jealous quite easily. She especially doesn’t like you talking to any friends she deems ‘too close’, sorry but your never seeing them again. Expect a breaking news about their death the very next few hours.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Only God knows how many kisses she gives you on the daily. You tried counting once and ended up at in the 3 digits.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Dunno what do for this.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Maybe, maybe not. Figure it out yourself~

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Spanking, Choking, Need I say more?

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Right to see:

Family, Friends (If they’re misbehaving)

Gone

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Quite patient if they behave.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Ha, not in a million years… unless she finds somebody else.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Life, man, life.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Wipe away the tears if able.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

I don’t think so. Idk—

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

She loves blood and calls her dad for two hours every Saturday, it’s not entirely impossible to escape for a little while. But again, she works for Passione. You’ll most likely be found before you can even escape the city.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Out of love.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Almost any length.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Four weeks.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Maybe.

NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Lots of cuddles, a glass of water and kisses.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sangue’s favourite part of her body is her hands, no she doesn’t have a hand kink… probably. Her favourite part of her partner’s body is their lips.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Male S/O:

Likes to lick up the semen from their cock.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Likes blood being involved. Neck biting hard enough to draw blood stuff like that

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She knows extremely well what she’s doing and is experienced.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Male:

Mating press

Female:

Idk just any?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Very serious. If your extremely dear to her, she’ll allow a joke or two.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The carpet indeed matches the drapes. Almost no hair down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very lovey-dovey no matter the gender.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Masturbates every week or so.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Spanking or being spanked, daddy/mommy kink, choking or being choked.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom, alley, kitchen.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

DILFS, chubby girls and guys (loves the thighs), somebody a bit shorter than her (she’s 7’5 okay? Not many people are that height)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nasty bathroom stuff.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Pretty skilled at giving, likes her pussy licked every few weeks.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Idk.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They think quickies are okay every few weeks.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She’s pretty vanilla I guess, she likes to take risks sometimes.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

The longest she’s gone for is 12 rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She owns a few vibrators and dildos. She buys a few fleshlights for her male and trans s/o when they can’t if you/they (if you aren’t of that gender) ask. Uses the vibrators on female and male s/o and uses the dildos on female if they want her to, and male if they ask.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Likes being teased and likes teasing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Pretty loud for their s/o, however for a one night stand she’s pretty quiet.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She got caught by her dad fucking her boyfriend in her bedroom during her teen years.

“Sangue, what the duck” was all Risotto could say.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Pretty big chest and a medium sized ass with thicc thighs. They’re strong enough to crush a watermelon lol (she’s killed a few people using this method)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I’m not sure if she ever sleeps, tbh.

[supaalek]

experiment 13

#goat #digital drawing #digital art #digital #artists on tumblr #goth #macarbe #gruesome #body gore #body #body horrow cw #body horro tw #medical #medical horror #chimera #stitches #stitch #artist boost

[iwantofall]

Apologies for my shitty handwriting. If you need a transcript just lemme know

#acedraws #digital art #artists on tumblr #fanart #art #comics #paranatural #pnat #dad puckett #mom puckett #don't mind me making up a tragic backstory for em #i mean max did say his mom died in a sort of gruesome way #so yeah basically mom puckett got in a brawl and shit went south #i had the wiki for sea glass open when i made this djdnxndngnnsdnjs #this is so hard to read im so sorry #tw gore #tw blood #tw violence

[androcola]

Thats a bit better :)

#my art #draws #digital art #my pokes #pokethings #death tw #bones tw #decay tw #i tried not to make it too gruesome but gruesome at the same time #i just like tye concept :]

[thesightstoshowyou]

Requester asked for: RZ Michael Myers when he is in the hospital and there’s this nurse who’s super nice to him and always smiled at him and he becomes obsessed with her so the night he breaks out she runs into him ( or he hunts her down “ and he just takes her ( kidnapped her) and takes her back to his old house ! And can it be nsfw please!

AFAB reader, TW for noncon, fingering, mention of blood and gore. Whoops, got carried away with this one lol

           “Hey, Michael,” you chirp as you enter Myers’ room, clutching his morning medication in a little paper cup. He says nothing, as always, but he does look up from his desk. It’s so hard to meet his gaze; his stare is like cold steel, piercing right through you.

           You smile anyway, handing him the meds with a small cup of water. His huge, warm fingers brush yours when he accepts your offered items before tipping his head back to swallow the pills.

           “Oh great, a new one?” you ask pointing to the mask, half painted on Michael’s desk. He doesn’t nod, doesn’t look away, just fixes you with his eerie stare. You’ll never get used to the way the hair raises on the back of your neck when he looks at you.

           “I like it. Green’s my favorite color. See you at lunch.” You retrieve the empty cup and exit his room, locking the door before heading to the next patient room.

*

           The alarm blares overhead, it’s sudden cacophoy sending a jolt of terror down your spine. You drop the chart in your hands and hurry to the nurses station.

           “Where? Who’s out?” You search the security cameras. The color drains from your face when another nurse points to a monitor. Gruesome red is splashed across the walls, a still figure lying prone on the floor. A hulking shape shuffles across the monitor before disappearing.

           “Myers,” you whisper, “Holy shit, we have to get out of here.”

           “Let me just lock the—

           Screaming down the hall makes you jump, clutching a hand to your chest. The shrill sound rises in pitch and cuts off abruptly with a horrifying gurgle. Silence, broken only by your panicked breaths.

           You motion for the other nurse to follow you but her eyes are wide, terrified, fixed on something behind you. Quickly you whirl around and find Michael stalking down the hall toward the nurses station.

           Inhaling sharply through your teeth, you turn and bolt, hurtling through the station and down the opposite hall. The other nurse is already ahead of you, fumbling with her keys at the gate. You hear the lock click and watch her slip through before promptly closing the door in your face, locking you inside with Myers.

           “No! What are you—

           A powerful hand in your hair cuts you off, your words morphing into a shriek of terror as your head is wrenched back. Michael towers over you, head tilted to the side, observing you, blood drenched hair hanging in his face. That stare, Christ, it’s still icy but there’s something new there too, some spark, an intensity you’ve never seen.

           “M-Michael...” you beg in a shaky whisper. The grip on your hair tightens. Slowly, he lifts his free arm, forming his fingers into a fist. You gasp—

           THWACK

           Then nothing.

*

           Consciousness comes slowly. You must fight the veil of darkness that keeps you under until you come to with a groan. Your head feels like it’s splitting in two, your cheek tender to the touch.

           Cracking your eyes open, you only get a quick glimpse of a darkened room, exposed wood beams rotting with age and covered in dust and graffiti, before your vision is obscured by a monstrous figure.

           The Shape.

           Myers.

           Memory returns with a screech of horror. Michael is on you in an instant, clapping a huge hand over your mouth and pinning you down with another around your neck. You thrash and kick, clawing at the arm that crushes you into the dirty floor but you’re no match for his ruthless strength.

           Fatigue overtaking you, you fall still, heaving gasping breaths through your nose. Desperately, you search Michael’s masked face, his eyes, for any hint of what he’s planning but they are unnervingly blank, as always.

           Michael lifts his hand from your face, pressing one finger against your lips indicating you should be silent. Then, he points to the enormous hunting knife, blade streaked with blood, lying nearby like a venomous snake. You nod quickly in understanding. Knife to the neck if you make a sound. Got it.

           Leaving the hand around your neck, Michael unceremoniously shoves his fingers into your scrub pants, cupping your cunt through your underwear. Remembering the knife, you only utter a strained squeak, legs flailing as his fingers explore, pushing your panties to the side to tease your slit.

           It’s clumsy, fumbling, almost unsure. Of course it would be, your panicked brain reminds you. He’s never done this before.

           Calloused fingers brush against your clit and you gasp, hips jerking. Michael pauses, watching you. He bumps the bud again with a thumb and you clench your eyes shut, gritting your teeth. A breathy whine escapes you when he presses harder, grinding the digit in circles until you’re panting.

           His other fingers feel your slit and find you leaking. Curiously, he dips into your folds, then removes his hand from your pants to study the slick coating his fingers. You feel your face heat up, mortified to be a part of this experiment.

           Once again, thick fingers delve inside your underwear, testing until they find your slippery entrance. Inelegantly, Michael shoves two fingers into you and you arch, nearly overwhelmed by the digits alone. You whimper when Michael grunts, sliding out before pushing back in twice more.

           He must lose patience because he growls, ripping his fingers from your clenching cunt and flipping you over onto your stomach. Michael kneels behind you and yanks your scrub pants down, exposing you and pulling you up to your knees. You hear a zip and it takes all your willpower not to scream. Your fingers dig into the filthy wood under you as you brace for what comes next.

           Something hot and thick presses against your slit, searching, testing, pushing. Michael eventually finds your entrance and forces that massive, girthy cock through slick muscles until your mouth is falling open in a silent scream.

           A strained sound reaches your ears and Michael’s hips snap forward, the force of the thrust crushing you into the floor. You dig your teeth into your lip, wondering how the hell you’re going to keep quiet with that massive cock battering your insides. You’re stretched beyond anything you’ve ever felt, feeling as though you’re going to split in two.

           The next thrust knocks the breath from your lungs and then Michael’s fucking you into the floor, wood creaking under your palms so loudly you fear it will buckle. Little sounds escape you, crawling past your clenched teeth, tiny whimpers and mewls you can’t contain. Michael’s thick cock pummels something, some sensitive spot within you that makes tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

           “M-Michael—

           You start, but he groans, low and deep, and twitches inside you. Thick fingers curl into the flesh of your hip and you feel warmth seeping into your gut. That sensation does you in, a breathy moan spilling from your trembling lips, your spasming cunt milking Michael’s cock of every last drop.

           Fingers find your hair again and Michael lifts you off the floor, wrapping a hand across your chest and pointing to the wall before you. Your hazy vision focuses and you blink, shocked.

           It’s you, expertly painted on the crumbling wall. You let out a huff that might be a laugh.

           “Oh. It’s green.”

#slashers #horror #rz!michael myers #rz michael myers #rz halloween #n sfw #my writing #thank you for the ask #reader insert #non con

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

(submission) (Tw for scars? Just to be safe)

All the hermits who adapted to a death loop have scars from it, their bodies hit a point where they couldn’t regenerate properly anymore after respawning (hence the scars) so they had to get ✨creative✨, aka changing their bodies so that they wouldn’t need to respawn.

Mumbo has scars all over the place from vexes and vindicators, when he started coming back to the mansion with those scars the illagers slowly began to take pity on him, but he still has a couple of particularly nasty ones from the last few times he was killed. Etho is covered in all manner of scars from his various creative deaths, and after he gets over the trauma of it he enjoys showing people (especially unwary strangers) which scars are from which death. Impulse has scars from the guardian lasers, mostly focused on his chest. They look like a gruesome combination of a burn scar and a stab wound; Tango and Zed assure him that they look very cool and are probably the coolest aspect of the whole situation (except maybe the ravager friend) . Grian’s digits remain blackened even after all is said and done, and quite often he finds it difficult to move them, increasing his aversion to redstone as the delicate circuits make his fingers ache. He also often has to enlist other hermits’ help with crafting supplies for builds, which nobody particularly minds. Hypno doesn’t have physical scars, but every so often he will zone out, and he zones back in terrified of finding himself surrounded by yellow flowers. Whenever he does it in front of a hermit they learn quickly to leave him alone, and to be ready to comfort him once he comes back. Bdubs will feel suddenly cold on occasion, an unnatural cold that can only be felt in the endless void. Nobody raises any questions when he starts to wear a hoodie around his waist, but he does start receiving more of them as gifts after people noticed the same one getting unbelievably dirty after being worn every day. (I don’t remember the other hermits well enough, if there’s others feel free to add on :D)

#mumbo #grian #bdubs #impulse #etho #hypnotizd #Hermitcraft #scattered au #tw scars #thank you for providing that tw! #very much needed #these ideas are cool though #mod shade #submission

[princessmacedon]

ah heck. i cant believe youve done this

[tw: amputation and blood]

In the face of crisis, there was, on occasion, little time for proper politeness. From the first moment Maria arrived, the littlest princess of Macedon did not ask.

“Niles, let me look.” 

The touch was gentle but firm, and the voice gentler still, steadied by the sudden onset of focus as she reached for his arm without receiving an answer. It was, very clearly, bereft of a hand, blood spilling freely to the floor. Another glance thrown to their surroundings, swift and fleeting as an arrow. Nowhere nearby, although she did see the finger; perhaps it was behind the now-closed door, with Edelgard... No, no time for that right now. Focus on Niles, who is here and who needs you. 

She adjusted her hold on him, soft fingers curled over the front of his arm and thumbs cradling the sides. Slowly but surely, the light of white magic curled its wisping tendrils around her digits, a kind and formless glow that engulfed the exposed wound. The healing spells of Fódlan pulled not from magic stowed in staves; they were a mending of a different stitch, but the warmth felt the same. She understood how to kindle it, she did, but the magic reached desperately to connect to a piece that wasn’t there. It wouldn’t work without the actual hand back in their... hands. 

“You know--” There was a waver in her voice, one tucked away with a minute bracing breath and gone by the time more words followed. It was her hands that were still and sure, blood and war made familiar to her too long ago already. How could she falter? He needed her right now, after all. She would be here for all those who needed her. “They’ve reattached fingers and hands with magic before. Did you know that?” Rosy eyes flickered to meet his, warm even in the paling light. “So when we find your hand, you’ll be just fine.”

She smiled at him a moment, then closed her eyes, though the curve of her lips remained. The magic continued, and though the both of them were stained with blood, it no longer spilled as gruesomely as before. “It’s still going to bleed until we get it back, but I asked Lana to bring us bandages. I’ll wrap it up for you when she gets here, and then I’ll go look. I promise I’ll be back soon!” 

@filthtouched

#toaunlocked2021 #unlockedbunker2021 #filthtouched #t: ah heck #NILES.......................... #we're gonna get you your hand buddy don't you worry #(not sure if it needed the tw but jic -- !! ) #man this is longer than it needed to be and for no good god damn reason #i'm so sorry #no pressure to match length IUGIEUWGEUWG

[elenamegan14]

Twisted Wonderland: Headcanons for Dorm Haunted Houses Pt.5 - Octavinelle

MASTERLIST

Part 4

Probably the longest headcanon one I had so far. LOL.

TW: Slight dubcon elements and submechanophobia. 

THE ATTRACTION: 

This dorm’s haunted house is quite unique because it’s a mish-mash between a cruise ship and the jazz lounge hall from the Roaring 1920s. For some reason, after thorough research, Azul wanted to include ‘submechanophobia’ (fear of animatronics submerged in water) into the haunted dorm concept himself. 

Azul went crazy with all the merchandise - there were T-Shirts, posters, the most adorable set of acrylic keychains! And the piece of resistance is a two-song single that he and the twins have recorded. It has a physical and digital release, of which the latter had 1,300,000 downloads in just one day. 

The promos are crazy too. The way the staff had shot the commercial for the dorm’s haunted house is so cinematically professional that many were taught it was a real movie itself. Luckily, Azul also recorded the dorm’s theme. PS: They also did Pomefiore’s promo video too for a cut share of 15%.

Azul wanted to increase his clients on Monstro Lounge, but he cannot go easy on the student participants as well. He wanted to hear BOTH screams - so the treatment for the students in the survival game and the guests is going to be very different from another. 

Regular guests will be scared in a standard manner: jumpscares from animatronics, a bit of gas blowing on their necks - NO TOUCHING AT ALL.

As for the students… well, they’re most likely to get attacked ALL THE TIME. Your name it: physical touches, animatronics dragging them to their ‘doom’, etc. That’s why the dorm made a contract clause to the participants warning them that there will be physical touching and a safe word is provided. Most participants did not read this except for a few. Like MC and Jack. Unless they purchased his charms. 

Yes, the octopus capitalist had created their own charms that worked only for this haunted house ONLY. It protects students from the monsters, well MOSTLY. 

Perhaps because he was attached to the band he, Floyd, and Jade once made back in middle school, he wanted to include the entertainment aspect as well, perhaps for nostalgic sake. Plus, he did it because he knew people would pay money to see hot idol guys singing jazz songs. Of course, he did, why do you doubt him so?

“Do instruments of torture count?” Floyd asked during the first band meeting. Azul quickly dismissed it. And no, mayonnaise is definitely NOT a musical instrument. 

When guests and student participants arrived in the dorm’s haunted house, they were lured into an abandoned pier. During the walk in the eerie, fog-infested docks, guests could see some posters of missing people, old posters of a cruise ship trip promotion, a poster featuring the Octavinelle band in old-timey fashion and old news articles about a tragic malfunctioning animatronic accident. 

As they approached closer, they could hear several jazz songs, including electro swings coming from somewhere. Guests also noticed some abandoned, dilapidated animatronics that was missing some parts, giving it a frightening outlook. What really unsettles them most are writings on the wall that are written either in blood or blacks markers: “TURN BACK!” “WATCH OUT!” “STAY AWAY FROM THE CRUISE SHIP!”

They arrived at their destination: a large cruise ship was waiting on them. On the entrance, the dorm staff sold their merchandise and charms to the students themselves. Already traumatized by the two previous haunted houses, most students hurriedly buy the charm itself. Grimm wanted one because there is no way he would want to be “attacked” again, but Deuce managed to stop him from buying an ‘unnecessary’ object (“Unnecessary my foot! We’re talking about the benefit of humanity here!”).

Ace secretly buys one. “There’s not wrong with being prepared!” He whispered to himself.

Entering the den of the beast, they went inside a lavish foyer area that is reminiscent of a scene in titanic. Chandeliers, art deco furniture, and art, as well as posters of the animatronic bands, were shown in meticulous detail. 

They were then seated at a wide, spacious restaurant theater area. The staff hyped the audience by asking them to sing a few lines from Azul’s song, before introducing Azul’s band like in a jazz concert. 

They began the pre-show in a unique way. Azul is a showstopper mysterious owner and headline singer for “Monstro Lounge”, the cruise ship that is rumored to have a multitude of people missing. Floyd and Jade are his lackeys with the same headline as well. 

Azul charms the audience with a siren-like voice, putting the audience into his trance. For some reason, the Octavinelle trio tends to direct their gazes, winks, and fanservice towards MC the most. It then evolved into a Broadway show-stopping number.

The way Azul plays his piano is started off slow, increasing his tempo and so does his seduction and flamboyance. He makes an expression that one could mistake as a man experienced in the bedroom. 

Floyd goes crazy with his drums. Meanwhile, Jade plays his contrabass with grace and elegance, fingers touching it lightly but spicy. 

Many female clientele almost had a nosebleed... or this close to fainting. 

AZUL UNBUTTONED HIS SHIRT TEASINGLY DURING HIS NUMBER. They’re starting to lose it. 

Oh, the fan’s screams actually racked up their scream counter. There’s no cheating here - who says that happy screams can’t count? 

Yes, Azul does sing on top of the piano. 

After they finished their show, Azul then unleashed one of his proudest creations, an animatronic of a lovely mermaid doll that began to sing like an angel. Then, with a snap of fingers, he unleashed a multitude of doll-like merpeople animatronics that looked strangely alive as her accompanying orchestra, playing a haunting, eerie song. 

During the middle of the show, one of Octavinelle’s actors came to the stage, shouting about his “long-lost daughter”, followed by a couple more people. Despite the actor playing as security told him to go back to his seat, the father ignored him and embraced the mermaid doll animatronic - his daughter. 

In his “rant”, he cursed the Octavinelle trio of deliberately hiding his daughter for three years and turned her into this “monstrosity”. He then declared that he will rescue his daughter from this “vile place‘, unaware that the Octavinelle trio had placed knowing smirks and grins on their face. Begging for his “daughter” to recognize him, the mermaid doll slowly gazed upon her “father”...

...and “tore” his neck apart. Fake blood spewing everywhere, his screams reverberated through the dance hall. 

All of the animatronics came alive and started to gruesomely murdered the intruders as well. 

“Well, this escalated quickly.” Ace muttered at the disturbing sight. 

A guest suddenly screamed - the area is suddenly filled with water, causing the guests and student participants to hurriedly run to the prepared exit. 

The students have enchanted some parts of the aquarium walls where merpeople students could appear in and out of the aquarium water on the wall without spilling the water everywhere. So guests and students participants were often surprised by sudden appearances of the tweels, Azul, animatronics, and staff splashing out of the wall from nowhere. There had been many who claimed to have a heart attack from these encounters. 

As they run through the aquarium walls, the guests and students are spooked with various animatronics of mutated sea creatures, merpeople, and even a FREAKING shark animatronic that chases them around persistently. They appear at random times, and their designs would surely put submechanophobia (fear of underwater animatronics) into their very souls. 

As they moved on further, they entered Azul’s office and workshop - where gory remains of the missing people experimented into animatronics were seen. Horrid screams and desperate shrieks rang all the way - some were even trapped halfway into the animatronic itself. 

Azul had two forms for this haunted house dorm: the first is his regular jazz-lounge entertainer animatronic suit with art deco and aquatic elements. The next form is almost the same except his animatronic parts are more revealed, some parts of his clothes tattered and his tentacles are fully shown. Some guests and students secretly yearned to be trapped inside his “tentacles”.

“Fu, fu, fu… come. Let me squeeze you, let me touch your flesh...” “Yes, please.” A guest squeaked, face flushing red.

The tweels have the same elements as Azul did in their costume, except they’re identical and much more muted than Azul did. Their second forms are their merforms, but with faded mechanical parts and some fresh BLOOD on their teeth and torso...

The final stage and centerpiece of their haunted house is what Azul is most proud of. Thrown again into a twisted version of the animatronic warehouse with aquatic background, the now revealed “animatronic” Azul hypnotized the whole audience with his siren-like singing on a small stage, beckoning several guests into the sweet embrace of his tentacles. Fun fact: most students and guests could not resist the temptation and got ‘squished to death’ instead. Yep, no subcontext here at all. 

THE MISSION:

The students and the guests are separated into different groups, with a glass aquarium wall to divide them. 

The guide relayed the charm mission to them: this cruise ship is infamous for having animatronics and automatons to serve and entertain their guests. But many years ago, there was an incident where an animatronic, fed up with being abused by a spoiled heiress on her sweet sixteen birthday, mauled her and nearly drowned her in the aquarium. 

Their mission is quite simple: get the charm inside Azul’s office then get out of cruise ship “ALIVE”. They were told that they have three chances to find it inside the office itself, or else they would be “eliminated” and had to start all over again. 

But first, they must survive his “show” to get to his office. The students were a bit confused at this part until later.

During the show, they soon learn why they were separated from the guests with a glass wall.  

While the guest audience’s part is flooded with a small bit of water, the student's parts were unleashed with a torrential burst of water that they have to run to. Everyone (who is on the student side) by the end of this segment is wet from head to toe. 

“Damn you, Azul! Once I get out of here, I’ll fry your tentacles!” Grimm growled, drying his soppy fur using his fire magic. 

Octavinelle’s challenge is 90% of Patrick Star’s “WEE WOO WEE WOO” moments. 10% of it is just trying to survive.

The animatronics hissed, jumped, and even grabbed them at random times, which puts the NRC students into a looooot of stress since it attacked them more than once!

Oh, yes, and the mechanical shark will burst out of the “wall” when you least expect it. 

“WHAT THE HECK IS WITH THIS HAUNTED HOUSE?! THIS IS VERY UNREASONABLE!” Cried one student before a mechanical shark got him. 

But the ones who purchased Octavinelle’s charm walked in smoothly - the animatronics did not attack them directly, the staff stayed out of their way - all is good and right in the world...

Spoiler alert: Did they say that the charm protects them? Of course, it did… EXCEPT AGAINST AZUL AND THE TWEELS. 

Yup, Ace learned the hard way when Jade came out of nowhere and tried to drag him inside the aquarium water. The screams that Ace had bellowed does not do justice to how fast he runs. 

“YOU SAID THIS CHARM WOULD PROTECT US!”

Epel read the terms and agreement again, “Oh, whoops. It also says here, that the charm doesn’t guarantee to protect you against Azul, Floyd, and Jade. Should have read it thoroughly.”

“I can’t read while I’m getting chased!”

FLOYD DOES MOST OF THE DAMAGES. Physically and emotionally. 

He first started by licking Ace’s face. Who knew that eel’s tongue is long.(“Nooooo! I feel so physically violated!” Ace ran to the corner and sobbed.)

Epel had a heart attack when he felt someone smacked his ass. As does Deuce. Then Jack (his tail got roughly grabbed as well). 

Jack screamed out all the safe words. Deuce and Epel shouted all kinds of colorful swear words they could ever know, even the foreign ones. 

MC’s ass received the same treatment, but they also received an additional playful grope. And then Floyd licked them. MC was screaming and flustered at the same time. 

“Shrimp-chan is cute when startled!” He cooed before he splashed back to the water. 

There were a LOT of complaints after this event this over, particularly threats of suing Azul for inappropriate sexual harassment. But then the staff asked if they all read the terms and agreements. They all went silent and got on with the next haunted house challenge. 

MC’s group tried to murder Floyd by chasing him down underwater, but they realized that getting inside the water would actually disqualify them. They all promised DEATH upon the Octavinelle trio for putting them into this mess and extorting them out of their money. 

Now there was one this brutal and competitive student who wanted to get the charms himself. So he kinda lures MC using the infamous “Wounded Gazelle Gambit” trick. In MC’s defense, the act was kinda convincing for a student.

They were not prepared to be chained up and kicked outside to the water, leaving them to drown after they got frisked by that said student for the charms. “In this world, only the mighty wins!” 

For a while, MC is left trying to hold their breath while desperately trying to free themselves from the heavy chains. Just as their oxygen almost ran out, Jade managed to see MC struggling underwater. He managed to get Houdini MC out of the water, asking if they’re okay and who actually did this to them. While MC struggled to answer, refusing special treatment, MC decided to get back into the game and get the charms back.

Jade also decided to deal with the violent troublemaker as well, and he just knew what to do with the mechanical shark that he controlled. 

To get to the office, the students went to another path, carrying them to a room filled with water and several large pieces of ice. They had to carefully cross through the thin layers of ice amongst the water. There was a mechanical shark circling around, sniffing for its late-night snack. 

Already five students fell victim to it. 

The ice is slippery, MC’s group is struggling to stay afloat and they do not see MC anywhere. 

Epel does spot a student cackling as he carries two familiar charms. 

“What have you done to them?!” Ace growled. 

“Oh, I guess I made them sleep with the fishes.”

Deuce’s inner delinquent is awakened. He roared and attacked that said student, attempting to avenge poor MC. There was pulling, tugging and pinching. 

Just as that competitive student got the upper-hand to Deuce… well, surprise, surprise, guess who’s back, back again. 

“HISASHIBURI-DANNA, BITCH. BET YOU’D THOUGHT YOU’VE SEEN THE LAST OF ME.” MC, wet from head to toe, raised their fist, punching that said student and causing that student to release the charms. Deuce quickly grabbed them both before they lost it again, then gave an additional uppercut to that said student. The competitive student staggered backward...

...and then the mechanical shark jumped out of nowhere from the water and dragged the student into their watery doom (kidding: that jerk student got thrown out of the cruise instead. INTO THE TRASH BIN). 

The remaining students reached the front of the office, but they could not open the door. Turns out, Azul had enchanted the door so that it can only be opened by using one, particular, embarrassing pose. Oh, and they have to cry out the written words as well. 

“The complete flame in our chests shall not be extinguished by anyone! We are… THE PHOENIX!” They all pose like a phoenix. Once it’s done, there isn't any student that collapses out of sheer humiliation. 

The Octavinelle Trio secretly recorded it. Either for blackmail or marketing purposes, take your pick. 

Once they were inside the office, they were given a riddle and three chances to find it: I am violet, I sing in a limited voice and I am trapped. Find the key inside me. 

At first, they thought it was a musical instrument - but there aren’t any musical instruments that colored purple - unless someone dyes it. Also, they cannot find anything remotely similar to a musical instrument. They finally narrowed down to a purple scorebook, a purple-colored radio and… a music box. 

They decided to select a music box... and voila! The charm is found! It’s a good thing they got enough to share on their brain cells, eh? 

The last challenge after getting the charm is to escape from the cruise itself - but they have to go through Azul to do exactly that! Yup, they have to resist Azul’s hypnotic singing, struggling to escape straight to the exit. Because of Jack’s sensitive ears, he had repeatedly tried to walk straight to Azul, only for Epel to knock him out for a good measure and carried Jack around like he was nothing but a potato sack. 

MC nearly succumbed to hypnotism but Grimm managed to snap them out of it by slapping them repeatedly. 

Azul sighed, “And here I was thinking I could get a chance to get close to you than Floyd did.” 

Yep, they definitely did not waste any chances of getting out of here before Azul starts singing again. 

The Octavinelle Dorm staff is considerate enough to give the students wet towels and a warm drink to keep the students from getting cold. Meanwhile, Ace, Epel, and Deuce joined in the protest about the inappropriate misconduct before they unleashed their rage on the nearby prepared dummies after being told that their contract’s terms and conditions had warned them that there will be touching and the staff is not responsible for it. 

Perhaps getting wet is a good thing because the fiery presence of Scarabia’s haunted house might be able to keep the cold away...

Part 6

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #disney villains #disney twisted wonderland #headcanon #imagine #drabble #twisted wonderland imagine #twisted wonderland headcanon #halloween headcanon #obon headcanon #halloween imagine #obon imagine #haunted house #haunted house headcanon #haunted house imagine #twisted wonderland drabble #yuu #mc #epel felmier #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #electro swing #submechanophobia #octavinelle #octavinelle headcanon

[feminist-space]

Tw: Graphic descriptions of death

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"In order to handle the thousands of bodies of COVID-19 victims, the city has set up dozens of refrigerated trailers outside medical facilities. They are largely staffed by temporary workers, many of whom have operated in extremely difficult and often gruesome conditions. One of those workers, Erik Frampton, 46, emailed WNYC reporter Arun Venugopal about his experience. He and his husband run a boutique art framing business, but had to suspend their business because of the coronavirus outbreak.

This account is based on that email and subsequent interviews; it contains graphic descriptions of conditions inside the trucks.

"My friend got this gig through a neighbor and offered it to me. We were both welcome additions. There were about 10 in our crew, with two working at a satellite facility.

I lurched. I said yes. Without knowing why I was doing it, without knowing if I was at risk, without knowing what the cost would be.

We are mostly working in one of two full size 20 ton air-cooled trailers. Each can hold about 110 bodies.

They have obviously run out of body bags and space, with the heavy black bags being replaced with very thin white ones. Some are barely in the bags because they have ripped so many times. Almost all of the remains still have their tubes in them, especially the ventilator connections. Most of the index fingers clearly read “Covidean”.

At the main facility on Grand Concourse, yesterday morning began with a jumble of bodies in the trailer. No shelves had been installed yet. The morgue inside the hospital was completely filled with bodies on stretchers, also filling the room outside the refrigerators.

The bodies inside the trailer were not well marked. Sometimes we were forced to open up the bags to find ankle or wrist bracelets. Installing the three-tier shelves was delayed because they were being built hurriedly off-site and kept arriving through 4 p.m. At that point half of the shelving had been installed and bodies two abreast had been hoisted and manhandled and lifted into place.

If I could describe the utter chaos of needing to remove 50 to 80 bodies in a jigsaw arrangement in order to maneuver the shelving over them, I would. But words escape me.

At the satellite facility two miles away, the trailer was more orderly, but there was no coherent inventory. Most of my first four hours yesterday was hand-writing a master inventory list with MR numbers (a dead person’s digits). Three bodies were not found for funeral directors who showed up to collect them.

We are dressed in two layers of body aprons to prevent liquids from splashing on us. Two layered masks--hospital grade--and unlimited gloves. We do not know if the bodies can generate aspirating [COVID-19] particles during their continuing leakage and decomposition, and constant temperature flux.

I absolutely protect myself to the limit of the equipment they provide me. At least, I hope I do, but I’m probably just naive.

We use hospital bed sheets where bags have failed. There are tons of blood and fecal matter, etc., that have leaked out. The floor is sometimes streaked with it.

It pays $75 per hour. They write a check for your first day, in case you don’t come back.

I think I’m scared of dying. I don’t want to die. I’m definitely scared.

My husband’s fears have gone from, “I completely trust you to protect me,” to “I cannot believe you’ve done this to me.”

We are isolating, in a weird way. We’re not touching. We’re not kissing.

But we sleep in the same bed. So it’s all just farce. Clearly the system is overwhelmed. Just caught completely off guard. Funeral directors I’ve met have complimented our operation as well run and organized, describing other facilities as more chaotic. Hard to believe.

Today has been smoother. The satellite here has successfully connected 13 bodies so far with funeral homes. We are handwriting the time of transfer, name, authorized person, etc. After being forced to shrug my shoulders several times yesterday, this is a huge relief.

I know that at least one body is missing in action. The family has sent a photo. That must be sooooo hard on them.

I know that most people go to a funeral and see a body that looks loved and manicured. Families should not know what is going on with their loved ones’ remains in this situation . . . . We have to really move them . . . and it is difficult, probably dangerous, messy. And they are sooooooooo heavy!

My mournfulness for each body, my respect for each body is a literal imagination of who knows them. Who's calling about them? What person could not visit them when they were, you know, in isolation before they had to go on respirator and they couldn't talk anymore? Who wants to know where that person is right now?

I don't have any mournfulness for the vessel that I'm handling. I guess if I did, I wouldn't be able to do this. But I do constantly think of the people who want to know, where is their person? I can assure them that person is safe. Cold. Respected.

I think of a Jennifer, I think of Moyshe, I think of a Santiago, I think of a Melissa, I think of a Bessey and a Betty, I think of an Hernan.

I can't stop thinking of them.""

https://gothamist.com/news/dispatch-morgue-truck-worker-coronavirus-covid-nyc

[2020ogata]

Getting to know the Ogata : 20/20 artists.

All of the artists are hard at work on their contributions to the calendar!  To give you more information about them, we created a survey for them and will be displaying some of their work (if they wanted to contribute).

We asked our contributors the following questions:

1.) Fav medium?

2.) Artistic influences?

3.) What was your biggest drawing breakthrough?

4.) Favorite Ogata moment?

5.) Favorite season?

6.) Most GK thing that’s ever happened to you?

7.) Recommend a series besides GK:

Tempy - twitter @tempeachy

1.) digital <3

2.) rumiko takahashi, noda, naoki urasawa, leiji matsumoto, tsukasa hojo... a lot of my art influences come from vintage anime

3.) i draw a lot of traditional/cultural outfits and honestly every time when i draw those i get a rush after its finished cuz man i really Did All Those Details. I Did That

4.) any moment where he's actually interacting with yuusaku i love b/c i crave sibling interaction  

5.) season 2!

6.)  i don't know... tbh i'm drawing a blank on this but uhhh i have a book called "harukor" written by honda katsuichi (a famous japanese journalist) that i think describes ainu culture really well??

7.)  A BRIDE'S STORY. it's got its Issues of course but it's similar to golden kamuy in the sense that there's gorgeous people & a focus on asian ethnic groups that are often overlooked (this series focuses on west asia!)

Alice Bell - twitter @angry_alice

1.) Digital and traditional inking.

2.) Hotline Miami and music videos w neo noir aestetics influenced my style for a while. Also western comic artists like Mike Mignola and Fiona Staples. And Q Hayashida to some extent.

3.) Live sketching and trying to learn anatomy and fundamentals? The boring essentials.

4.) Every time Ogata puts on faux nice smile, only to pull off something violent and awful afterwards, like that moment in Barato arc w scissors. Also anko nabe chapter finds new ways to fuck me up every single time.

5.) Manga

6.) When one of my clients at work, a senior lady, casually told me about her husband and how he was found gruesomely murdered in Siberia during mid 00's. She was very chill about it, said his lifestyle caught up with him.

7.) Recommend a series besides GK: Dungeon Meshi, Monster, Dorohedoro, Kaiji.

Quantivore - tw/insta @quantivore

1.)  Procreate

2.) Yoshiyuki Sadamoto, Shigenori Soejima, Shirow Miwa, tacky 80s fashion

3.) Using a pentagram as a base for flower shapes

4.) The Russo-Japanese Sniper War

5.) Summer

6.) On school camp one time, we had to cook our own meals over an open fire. Giant moths were drawn to the flames and we couldn't keep them out of the food or discern them in the food because it was dark...so we ate them.

7.) MOB PSYCHO 100, Noragami, Disastrous Life of Saiki

#ogata hyakunosuke #ogata2020 #2020ogatacalendar