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starry-bi-sky · 1 month

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more cfau miscellaneous things because Childhood Friends Danny and Jason have my head and heart always and I need to finish rewriting chapter two dammit (and redo the half-finished chapter 4 because its just Not The Vibes). i'm almost through I need to get through the graveyard scene. (i just stubbornly refuse to have it be shorter than the original chapter and thats the little death. that is the mind killer.)

Danny and jason’s ghost forms both smell faintly like burnt flesh and cigarettes. However, Jason has a more smokey smell while Danny’s smells almost,,, electrical? In a sense? Like he just straight up smells like burnt flesh and sulphur while Jason smells like someone put him in a smoker first.

It’s very much an unpleasant smell but Danny finds an odd comfort in it just as much as he finds a comfort in the smell of nicotine.

(Jason post-revival smells burnt flesh once and is immediately offput by the fact that it brings him an instinctive comfort. He doesn’t realize its because it reminds him of Danny, and is uncomfortable by it.)

In an au of an au, Danny’s altercation with Rath ends with Rath regaining enough of his sanity to snap out of the grieving state and ends with him breaking down. Instead of being souped and imprisoned, Rath, who is permanently 14, decides to Move On into the unknown. He’s exhausted, heartbroken, and tired.

(Is this influenced heavily by the ParaNorman scene where he talks to Agatha and helps her move on? Yes. But it doesn’t fit with the Original Storyline so im shoving it into an Au of an Au.)

Rath tells Danny that Jason lied to them (which he genuinely believes), and that he’s tired of waiting/looking for him/grieving. Jason is gone. He isn’t coming back, he abandoned them. And he wants his mom and dad, and his sister, and his friends. And he’s ready to join them.

He leads Danny out to Gotham, which other than Amity Park might’ve been the only city left untouched due to Rath’s own mental block on the place. They go out to the park he and Jason used to frequent or up to one of crime alley’s rooftops, and there Rath lies down and goes to sleep. Only to never wake up again, materializing into nothing as his soul moves on.

Before Rath leaves, he forces Danny to promise him that he’ll only wait for Jason for ten years. After that if he doesn’t find him, or if Jason doesn’t show, then Danny has to move on. Whether that be like how Rath does, or if its inly mentally/emotionally, doesn’t matter. He has to move on. Don’t wait for him. Don’t waste his time any more.

(“Oh, and if you find him, kick his ass for me.”)

Danny reluctantly agrees, and Rath lies down. Danny sings to him as he falls asleep.

(Angsty points if the vigilantes including Red Hood caught wind of their presence and were silently watching from the shadows. Rath might know they’re there, but Danny’s too focused on Rath to notice.)

(If only so that Red Hood realizes that this is what happened to Danny, and that Danny is gone before he can make things right. The tragedy, folks. The angst. The initial realization that Danny was Rath, and then also that Danny was dead and has been dead for years, and that before he moved on, he moved on believing that Jason abandoned him.)

(like i said it doesn't fit in the original timeline/storyline hence why its an au of an au and isn't nearly a fleshed out, but i was largely just focusing on the tragedy of Rath moving on and Jason being alive to see it and realize just who Rath is.)

Just like how the Lazarus pits shot Jason's twiggy 4'6-5'4 (depending on what you find) feet tall and 86lb ass up like a tree an essentially fixed his malnutrition, the portal did the same thing for Danny.

(granted i forgot about malnutrition and danny's likely stunted growth at first -- his family lived in crime alley and despite both his parents working, I don't think they had enough food all the time. He probably wasn't as badly malnourished as Jason was, but he wasn't healthy either.)

Granted his ghost in its "natural" state (14) is short, and his growth spurts were slow at first, it did result in him reaching his dad's height. There were points where it just happened overnight, like a baby. He went to bed one night 5’6 and woke up the next day 5’10.

Jazz is shorter than him. Although I have't decided if she's even liminal at all (and if she is, it didn't cure everything because she would have also suffered childhood malnutrition, and since in au canon their parents didn't get their hands on physical ectoplasm until after they got to Amity Park. So the exposure is less.)

Danny's voice absolutely sounds like canon Dan's. It kinda just dropped one day when he was 16-17 and never went back up. Sam and Tucker sometimes ask him to just talk about anything because they find his voice soothing.

I'm not sure yet how Danny would feel about it at first considering Rath, but I imagine that Rath, when he did speak, would have had a quieter and scratchier/weaker voice considering he's spent the last decade shrieking and crying.

(and i suppose technically that shouldn't have any effect on his throat considering he's a ghost and idk if that would actually affect him, but i like the idea so im keeping it)

In the beginning you could hear him from a mile away by the sound of his loud, echoing wails, but ten years later you can only really hear him by the soft, shuddering sobs he makes. Like he's gasping for air that isn't there. The future is full of very quiet survivors.

And it's much easier to speak when you pitch your voice upwards (especially when whispering/speaking quietly) so he might've spoken in a higher, airy pitch in order to be heard. So Danny might actually find a comfort in having a lower voice.

#tw mentions of gore #cw gore #i suppose this counts as gore #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dpxdc crossover #childhood friends au #cfau #really leaning into the idea of rath just being a horror. the horrors! i am delighted in the horrors!#im having fun with it #i swear to god turning 19 turned a switch on in my brain because i am much more comfortable with gore and heavy injury now than i was l #literally a year ago. the urge to write about some of danny's most horrific injuries in his fights is STRONG #like the hORRORS folks. *th horrors*. i dont think i'll ever write a dissection fic because that icks me out but the idea that danny's had #to stitch up his own throat because it got slit in a fight nd he cant shift back to human until he's done because his ghost will survive bu #his body wont #the idea that he's been impaled multiple times before and it hurts each fucking time but he still gets up and hurls the hurt right back in #equal measure. because that's how you wanna play? okay. lets play. he's 14 and his best friend is dead. he can play.#and the idea that all ghosts have 'corpse' forms where their ghosts look exactly like how they died. and danny is utterly unrecognizable #jazz being liminal or not just isnt important to me because she's barely gonna show up in the story anyways #same reason why i hardly use the headcanon that ellie becomes danny's daughter because what use is she to me like that? she'll hardly have #an impact on the story and i refuse to treat characters like props. if they can't help progress the story then they aren't included

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i-wanna-die-like-now · 7 months

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Day 13: Stiches!

So I decided to add a short fix for this prompt because I couldn't draw my idea in a day.

Jazz moved down the stairs slowly, almost robotically, if she was more aware of her surroundings maybe she would have noticed she was getting the blood from her hands all over the clean walls that she used for support or that the blood that covered her clothes was dripping onto the steps and soaking into her socks leaving bloody footprints after her. But she didn't notice, her mind had shut down and detached from her body, it had been that way for a while now. She knew what it meant and she knew it was in response to- she knew what it was in response to.

It's for the better.

She tells herself as she finally reaches the bottom of the stairs.

It'll be easier.

Jazz couldn't tell if she actually believed that or was just trying to comfort herself, nothing about the situation was easy.

The living room is empty, it took her a while to notice the TV playing the end credits to the film her parents had clearly just finished. Their small chatter drifted out of the kitchen, it made her feel sick that they sounded so happy, however, the laugh that burst out of her mother made something deeper churn in her chest.

How dare she laugh after what she did. How could she still smile and act like nothing had happened?

By the time Jazz reached the kitchen doorway her hands were shaking.

Her parents' screams sounded far away to her ears, Danny's screams echoed in her mind, his were far more haunting. The memory of his cries of pain and sobbing brought her attention back to her parents and the matter at hand. Their horrified faces morph into panic as they make a move to get closer, maybe they were trying to comfort her or maybe they thought she was injured.

Jazz couldn't tell.

It didn't matter.

"Don't touch me." The words were odd on her tongue, heavy in her mouth, she wondered if she had even said them at all or if she had imagined it. It hadn't felt like she had but her parents' expressions and body language showed that she did in fact voice it, they were both pulled back like they had been slapped.

Good.

"Jazzy?" Her Da- Jack's usually booming voice was quiet and soft, timid. It didn't suit his large frame, but Jazz felt herself grow angry at that. A seething anger that pulled her mind back into the present, her body heaved in a huge breath and for the first time in the last three hours Jazz felt it.

She suddenly felt hyper-aware of the blood that clung to her skin, her shirt was drenched and sticking to her frame in a way that made her feel sick.

Just how much blood had Danny lost? How much did he lose before she found him?

How much had he lost while they cut into him?

A rough scream rips out of her throat, she felt it more than heard it. Her throat burned, it had been burning since her first scream of the night, at finding her brother- it was almost a relief for Jazz to be able to feel it again. Or it would have been if she also didn't have to feel the emotions that came with it.

All she could muster out was a broken "Don't fuck-ing call me that." She hates that her voice breaks, that she's showing them how vulnerable she feels. She needs to stand her ground. Slamming her hand against the doorframe Jazz lets out a sneer and puffs out her chest in mock confidence.

"You don't have the right to call me that. Not anymore." As painful as it was, Jazz put one foot in front of the other and made her way to the lab's door, it was closed.

It wasn't often the lab's door was closed, even when they had been building the portal it had usually stayed open, Jazz had spent months beating herself up for that after Danny's accident. The self-loathing doubled when she found out he had died.

She was supposed to protect him.

Without thinking too much into it Jazz rips open the door, she had to get rid of that stupid portal for good. Ignoring the shocked gasp from Jack and angry yelling from Maddie as she stares into the basement where her parents had spent her whole childhood. Where her parents had built the thing that killed her baby brother and made the weapons they used to hurt him. To catch him. To tie him down and-

The lights were off but that didn't matter because the portal was illuminating the lab. She made her way down the steps quickly only to be stopped by a tug on her arm.

"Jazz! What do you think you're doing, it's dangerous, get back here!" Maddie's hand locked onto her and pulled her back, the blood that was soaked into her socks caused Jazz to slip and fall down the last few steps and out of her grasp.

"Jazz!"

Maddie's voice sounded distorted to her ears as she took in the sight of the lab from the floor, the green glow lighting up the metal surfaces, the portal was closed.

Her hand curled into a fist as the metal table that sat almost in the middle of the room came into focus, ectoplasm coated the surface and the tools they had used lay scattered on the ground. She could hear her parents talking but none of the words reached her.

This is where they did it.

"This is where you did it."

Why?

"Why."

"Jazz what are you talking about, come on let me help you get up, are you okay? You're covered in-in.." Jack trails off.

"Blood." She finishes for him.

There had been so much blood, she hadn't know what to do. With that much, she knew the wound was too deep to leave alone, no matter how much he protested, no matter how much he tried to convince her he would "heal in no time".

She didn't know what she had been expecting when she lifted his shirt, maybe a burn or a gash.

Jack pulled her into his arms to help her stand, worry pulling on his features as Jazz stared ahead, her face drained of all colour.

"Oh! Jazzy-pants don't you worry about that-"

Danny's skin was cold, far too cold for what's considered normal for humans but he's half ghost so surely it's normal… surely that's a good thing his core is ice, maybe it was healing him-

"You have to tell us what's going on, Jazz please talk to u-"

She had a med kit under her bed, she had helped him out with plenty of injuries before so why was he being so reluctant to let her help-

"For god sake Jasmine!"

Snapping her eyes over to Maddie Jazz takes a step back and then another, and another.

She had came down here to get rid of the thing that killed her brother, she hadn't been expecting to see the evidence of what they had done to him laying out in plain sight.

"You're evil, you- Fuck. How could you even do that to another living thing!" The confusion was clear on their faces but Jazz was already reaching for the Anti-Creep stick that was leaning against the wall, anger bubbling over. "You've always been this way, I don't know how I didn't see it sooner, I really should have. I should have known Danny wasn't safe to be around you, he was so sure that you would be okay with it in time."

"Jazz what are you-" Jazz cuts Jack off as she slams the bat into one of the bazookas they had hanging up on display. The metal sparks and crashes to the ground drowning out her parents' screams of panic and surprise.

"All these inventions." She lifts the bat above her head and swings it down to crush the rest of it. "Of course, he wasn't safe!" Her throat burned even more as her voice got louder. "He was never safe, I should have seen it years ago, oh god how couldn't I see it!"

Jazz's voice borders on hysterical as she swings the bat again, this time breaking some beakers that were laying out.

"You never cared for him, you never cared for me!" Voice breaking Jazz feels her tears boil over.

"Jasmine! Stop it, what are you doing? Jack stop her!" Maddie's voice was tight as she ordered Jack.

"Mads what am I-"

"Fucking try!" Jazz screams over Jack, swinging the bat towards her father, her tears burn.

"Jazz I can't, please just, I can't-" He looked so weak, his eyes were bloodshot and his eyelids looked weighed down. He needed to stay awake.

"You have to try, god damn it Danny fucking try!" She was using a sewing needle, a fucking sewing needle, to sew him back together. It was bending. Her hands wont stop shaking. Pulling them back she wipes the blood off and onto her shirt quickly before getting back into position, using her fingers she pulls the skin together, wiping her hands did nothing. She redies the bent needle with her other hand.

Danny lets out a pained whimper as she forces the needle through his skin again, pulling it through the gaping wound on his stomach and pulling the thread tight.

She can see his organs.

She repeats the motion.

Eyes wild and face pulled into a scowl she keeps the bat pointed at them.

"You've spent your life on this lab, on your research!" She spits the word as if it were something disgusting. "That blood came from a living breathing person!"

"Jazz please calm down, that's ectoplasm, it's not blood." Maddie uses a tone she does often, the condescending edge she gets whenever Jazz brings up the psychology of ghosts. "I assure you that no living thing was harmed."

Although her hands were raised in a surrendering gesture she held herself confidently.

Jazz's tongue felt heavy, her body boiling as her anger reached its peak, she didn't even think twice before swinging the bat at their other inventions.

The inventions they made to harm her brother.

The row of guns spark and crash as she beats them with the bat, lifting it above her head she forces it down again and again until she was sure they were unusable.

"These always came first, your inventions or research or experiments!" After one last swing of the bat Jazz leans down and catches her breath, her voice breaking as she lowers it to a whisper. "Sometimes I wonder if you knew all along and were just toying with him." She looks over her shoulder, her parents' forms blurred by her tears. "and the sick part is I'm still not even sure."

"Jazz honey what are you talking about? Please put the Anti-Creep stick down and talk to me, were your parents-" Jack has his arm out, reaching for her with a pained expression.

"You were his parents too!" Jazz screeches. "Although parents is a reach, I was his parent! I raised him, I cooked for him! I held him at night when he had nightmares! I'm the one that had to fix him!" She couldn't see through her tears, she couldn't hear from the rushing of blood in her ears. The only thing she could see was her brother laying down as he sobbed, covered in blood and holding his own organs in with his hands while she took a sewing needle to his skin to stitch him back together.

She wanted to rush back to him but first, she needed to destroy the rest of the lab, the portal.

At least she would have if it wasn't for Jack wrapping his huge arms around her body and lifting her into the air.

"Jazz please calm down, talk to us, you're not making any sense!"

"Exactly Jasmine! You're spouting nonsense and destroying our work!" Maddie's voice cuts into her, it causes her chest to burn. Letting out an animalistic scream she kicks and thrashes around in Jack's arms.

"You cut into him! You fucking monsters, your work killed him!" Jazz couldn't help the sob that tore its way out of her throat. "He thought you'd get better! He always had faith in you and you used that knife and ripped him open!"

She could feel Jack go stiff, his arms loosening around her as he let out a puff of air.

"I had to stitch him back together just like I've been stitching this family back together for years! Because that's exactly what I've been doing and I hate myself for it! If I didn't spend my life stitching everything together then maybe he wouldn't have died!" Finally, her thrashing caused her to be dislodged from Jack's arms, she made quick work of shoving him away and getting past her now pale mother and towards the portal.

It only took a few perfectly aimed swings to render it useless.

"Jazzy-"

"He died trying to fix this portal for you."

"Phantom he-" Maddie paused, looking over at Jazz with an expression she had never worn before. "He's a ghost honey-" Jazz's bitter laugh silenced both of them.

"Half."

She could tell by the horror on Jack's face that he understood, she knew Maddie did too. Maybe she was in denial.

She needs to call Vlad, he would let them stay with him for a while if she explained the situation.

"If you had even cared slightly about Danny you would have seen the signs, it didn't take me long to figure it out and I'm not a ghost expert." Jazz drops the bat on the ground, stepping over it to make her way back upstairs, ignoring the yells of her parents as she slams the lab door closed. Locking it for good measure.

She feels the numbness of before washing over her as she picks up the house phone and dials Vlads number.

#artists on tumblr #digital art #danny phantom #danny phantom fandom #digital doodle #danny phantom fanart #danny phantom angst #danny phantom one shot #danny phantom fic #jazz fenton #tw gore #tw mentions of gore #tw mentions of death #inktober #goretober 2023

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sydneyofalltrades · 8 months

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you ever wonder if the day the choir died was also the day penny first rode a rollercoaster? that the exhilaration was too much for her and she wanted to back down, but still went on? you ever wonder that maybe ocean heard the sounds of creaking and was initially scared, so she squeezed constance’s hand and made a silent prayer to any lord above? you ever think one of them was mad they got on the ride? you ever realize they probably went on the coaster bc it was constance’s favorite? maybe constance needed a distraction from what happened in that porta-potty and asked if they could ride. you ever think karnak’s odd fortune was ringing in noel’s ears as the rollercoaster went down? you ever wonder if mischa’s phone fell out of his pocket as he fell, and knew he’d never tell talia about this? you ever think ricky, the silent guy with a heart of gold, was the only one to notice the girl who fell out of her seat and had her neck sliced open?

well? do you?

#ride the cyclone #tw mentions of gore #penny lamb #ocean o’connell rosenberg #constance blackwood #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #ricky potts #rtc

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microwavedmetal · 8 months

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would kinda fit the bylerween theme, but imagine if there was a Heat-Haze/Kagerou Days AU where Mike was stuck in a time-loop and had to witness Will die in various gruesome ways in each reset, no matter what he did to try and stop it?

#tw mention of death #tw mentions of gore #byler #bylerween

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the-martyrfication-of-the-matron · 1 year

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Also I remembered the aphmau gore art so now you have to think about it

#I am entirely unsure how many people have seen it but I have and that’s enough #aphmau #aphverse #aphblr #tw gore #tw mentions of gore

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fiercepawthecomic · 10 months

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Hi!

TW mentions of gore, death, and pretty much a cult

This comic is about two fan clans named Pureclan and Coalclan.

Pureclan’s population consists of light furred cats, while Coalclan’s population consists of dark furred cats. Pureclan worships Sunclan, for its brightness, and Coalclan worships Moonclan, for its darkness.

Pureclan is a clan that worships pure white cats and Blind cats. If you are born with any black or dark colour on your fur, you are exiled as a two moon old kitten. Every leader is renamed to ‘Blindstar’ when they become leader, and only fully white cats can be leader. When you die or reach a certain age, cats eyeballs would be scooped out and offered as a sacrifice to the sun gods. Blind cats are the most respected in the clan. Pureclan was founded by Blindstar the first, the ruler of the sun, a blind albino with no capacity to be unpure. Except she’s a terrible leader.

Coalclan is a clan that worships the moon and dark coated cats. If you are born with completely white fur, you become an elder once you reach warrior age. You only train as an apprentice to protect yourself and catch your own food. Leaders names stay their prefixes. Coalclan was founded by Coalstar, sister of Blindstar. She was the greatest leader Coalclan has ever had.

Collabing with @grimbleshmubulous Cover art by grimble/jo too!

#warrior cat #warrior cats #warrior cats fanart #erin hunter warriors #warriors #warrior cats fanfic #warrior cats comic #fiercepaw #pureclan #coalclan #fiercepaws fight #wc #warrior cat comic #comic #tw mentions of gore #tw mentions of cults #tw mention of death

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sunjayy · 11 months

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What would you consider to be the most cursed regular show episode you'd seen?

OOF that is a difficult question, uhh the first thing that comes to mind is the first terror tales of the park where rigby turns into a house and muscle man gets skinned alive :D

#tw mentions of gore

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meowydoe · 11 months

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I’m feeling curious, tell me how you think Jane Doe lost her head

(how I think is under the cut, just in case someone is disturbed by the topic)

So I think that she fell and hit the ground, still somewhat alive but most likely unable to move (shock, injury, all that jazz) and the derailed cart had still been rolling because it must’ve been going at high speeds I mean it’s a roller coaster, yknow? So the cart hits her head and the wheels or whatever attached to cart to the track (it’s usually metal and wheels) kinda, sliced her neck?

I also like to think that her head was found (despite it being stated multiple times that her head was indeed not found) but it was too mangled and disfigured to comprehend. And my brain is thinking gore, maybe a jaw ripped off or the skin on her face completely gone idk I want it to be gross

#ride the cyclone #rtc #ride the cyclone musical #jane doe rtc #jane doe #jane doe ride the cyclone #tw mentions of gore #dolly’s dialogue

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benatarrrr · 1 year

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Yknow what when I joined the YFM fandom I never thought I’d draw Benatar gore

Guess I’m full of surprises

Dunno if I should post them though

#tw mentions of gore #your favorite martian #yfm #benatar yfm #vent kinda #augh /neg #if you guys wanna see then yeah I can post em

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fandomsoda · 9 months

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Alrighty! I mean I’m fine with human gore but it’s nice to know that I won’t have to watch a ton of that! Just robot gore lol!

yeah- I get very squeamish about gore usually (especially if involving characters I hold dear) but if there’s an aspect of fantasy and it’s part of the world, I can handle it. Like- I can handle violence in Warrior Cats because that’s what you expect from warrior cats, but material like that in utmv and other fandoms where it’s not commonplace exactly makes me more likely to freak out-

#soda answers #tw mentions of gore #tw mention of violence

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tavs-kin-korner · 9 months

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Hello Tavros, thank you so much for the stimboard! If this doesn’t bother you, I kind of need some kin advice/help here.

For me, being fictionkin is really hard, bc when im from a smaller media, and it’s seen as childish it’s hard for me. Also, sometimes being fictionkin makes me miss stuff I’ve never had. I feel, a lot of the times, wishing I could be back on Starhenge or Celestial island, or being up in the sky, or being with the other celestials. Sometimes when I vent this in tumblr it doesn’t go well, because people tell me im “delusional”, “being a kid”, or stuff like that.

I tried stuff like making the arm pieces I wear or trying to style my hair. But it seems to look less like myself and more like a crappy cosplay.

And on social medias, It’s hard seeing such hate against me. I don’t like seeing people rank monsters and place galvana as the worst, or saying it ruins starhenge. It doesn’t make me angry or sad, but I don’t blow it off. And I saw a drawing on deviant art with most of the celestials, and it was gory. It wasn’t filtered, so I got super overwhelmed from it bc seeing yourself covered in bl00d is super crazy for a fictionkin.

Do you have any tips or advice? Also, thank you for running this page a ton and giving out lots of advice :]

hI, gALVANA! yOU'RE WELCOME FOR THE STIMBOARD! sO GLAD YOU LIKED IT! i'M SO SORRY YOUR EXPERIENCING THESE TROUBLES THOUGH! D:{

sO, fOR MISSING YOUR HOME, i HAD A GOOD IDEA! sTARHENGE AND cELESTIAL iSLAND ARE BOTH SPACE THEMED, rIGHT? sO, mAYBE YOU COULD TRY DECORATING YOUR ROOM WITH SPACE STUFF LIKE STARS, pLANETS, mOONS, eTC,! yOU COULD EVEN GET ONE OF THOSE STAR PROJECTORS SO YOU CAN TURN YOUR LIGHT OFF AND SEE THE STARS AROUND YOU! mAYBE EVEN SOME BLUE LED LIGHTS FOR AN EXTRA EFFECT? i THINK IT WOULD LOOK REALLY PRETTY AND HELP YOU FEEL AT HOME! }:)

fOR THE ARM PIECES, iF YOU MADE THEM OUT OF, lIKE, pAPER OR CARDBOARD, mAYBE YOU COULD TRY MAKING THEM OUT OF ARM WARMERS INSTEAD? iT MIGHT LOOK BETTER AND FEEL MORE COMFORTABLE! fOR YOUR HAIR, pERHAPS YOU COULD SAVE UP FOR A NICE WIG? i'VE GOTTEN ALL MY COSPLAY WIGS OFF AMAZON AND THEY'RE USUALLY REALLY GOOD QUALITY, (iF YOU FIND THE RIGHT ONES, rEAD REVIEWS! i RECOMMEND ONLY BUYING IF MOST OF IT'S REVIEWS ARE POSITIVE,) yOU COULD STYLE IT TO LOOK LIKE YOUR HAIR! (sORRY IF THESE AREN'T AS HELPFUL, i DIDN'T HAVE MANY IDEAS FOR THIS PART,)

aBOUT ALL THE HATE, i'M SO SORRY YOU HAVE TO GO THROUGH THAT! }:( iT'S ABSOLUTELY AWFUL, bUT THERE REALLY ISN'T MUCH TO DO BUT IGNORE THOSE WHO WILL CALL YOU "DELUSIONAL" OR "CHILDISH," i WOULD JUST DELETE THOSE COMMENTS,, aS FOR THE RANKINGS AND GORE, i'M SO SO SORRY ABOUT THAT AS WELL, }:( sEEING THAT KIND OF STUFF WITH MY FICTKINS MAKES ME UNCOMFORTABLE TOO,, mAYBE YOU COULD SUGGEST TO THE ARTIST TO PROPERLY TAG IT SO IT'S FILTERED? i'M NOT SUPER SURE ABOUT THE RANKINGS, oTHER THAN MAKING YOUR OWN RANKING AND SAYING YOU'RE THE BEST? sO SORRY i DON'T HAVE ANY BETTER ADVICE! }:(

hOPE THIS HELPED AT LEAST A LITTLE, aND i HOPE YOU START FEELING BETTER SOON! sENDING LOTS OF LOVE AND SUPPORT! <3 /P

#tw mentions of blood #tw mentions of gore #kin vent #kin advice #kin help #galvana kin #my singing monsters kin #galvana msm #my singing monsters #fictionkin

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sindicate · 1 year

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i just wanted to make sure your head wasn’t bloody and laying on the ground / davina & kai

. he savours the moment for a bit longer , his blue eyes heavily laid on the other until he squints them slightly as he hums a simple ' hm ' . " and what part of my perfect plan gave you the feeling it would end up in decapitation ..? " his serious thinking look softens into a smile as he opens his arms for an embrace . " davina claire , when was i ever not a genius ? " an awful french accent only targeting the other's last name .

INBOX PROMPTS . ( always accepting ) @legatium

#legatium #idk what this is but.. i was thinking post prison world lmao #kai is so full of himself i'll never get used to it #( kai p. / answered )#tw mentions of gore

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avamhollis · 2 years

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where: halloween bash with: @bartenderpuck

It had been an interesting night already, to say the least. Perhaps the key difference with the previous halloween for Ava was that she was definitely not staying sober this time. It had been a fine experiment to test when they were supposed to behave and be civil last year, but after walking around a manor filled to the brim with blood and gore, it seemed like hiding in plain sight was this year’s approach. “Is there a way I can get a negroni sbagliato with prosecco in it here?” Her one and only cocktail connoisseur was the obvious target of the question. “Don’t give me a look. I need to try it.”

#tw mentions of blood #tw mentions of gore #sorry puck... tiktok is the only personality trait i have these days #[ how little they mean when you're a little too late | conversations ]#[ bartenderpuck ]#[ bartenderpuck 02 ]#[ event 03: halloween 2022 ]

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angered-box · 1 year

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What is your favorite *jingles keys* hey hey, pspsps, come on buddy. What’s your favorite body- *jingles keys faster* favorite body part to gore in fiction *jingles keys again* answer at your convenience. I eagerly await your response.

first of all why would you word the ask like this and second of all OHOHO YOU HAVE NO IDEA BUDDY

Talk of gore so like don't read further if you don't like that

Okay so I don't even know where to BEGIN since I tend to enjoy a lot different types because no matter what it's always going to end up being different in how the process is done even if its similar. Also I'm shit at explaining so haha

One that I REALLY REALLY do enjoy is anything regarding the chest cavity. Like... breaking the ribs and getting to all that's underneath??? love it. Or even like just having the chest be cut open and the person who had cut it open like kissing above the area the heart is at on the ribcage and getting blood all over their mouth and face is ough (I wanna talk about this more but it will get VERY long). Oh and not to mention just like taking a hold of like the lungs or the heart (ESPECIALLY the heart) after the ribs are like snapped out and just like holding them, feeling the pulse of the heart in the hand is just 🥴

There's also stuff that deals with the abdomen, which is more common stuff and like seen, but just having the organs spilling out from a large cut is just so 💙💙💙💙💙💙 and like having someone put their hands into the opening and just squeezing like the intestine or even the stomach??? And like just having it squelch because of the pressure???? oh my god. There's also like someone putting their face into the opening and like they're licking/kissing the organs and blood is just getting everywhere ahhfhff

Final few I'm gonna put so this doesn't get really long would be stuff with the mouth and neck. Like with the mouth it can be with like stabbing the cheeks or the tongue or even stuff regarding sewing up the mouth and then with the neck it's just with how much blood there can be that comes from any cut (or bite) and like the blood just like flowing down??? And another thing with the mouth would just have to deal with the cuts being aggravated with, like having someone just dig their fingers into the wounds instantly gives you bonus points from me like literally no matter where the cut is on the body as long as there is at least something involving another person ,or even the person who has the wound, like sticking their fingers into it and like digging or clawing at it just AAAA

I really hope this is a good explanation of what I like in a "small" summary I'm not best at explaining what I like but holy shit thank you so much for even giving me the chance to talk about this stuff!

#asks #rlly had fun writing this stuff out #even if its not the best descriptions haha #tw mentions of gore #just addin that warning just in case

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