Squick-worthy things to do with skin
(tw: idk how to tw for prompt lists besides just re-stating the list but there's a lot of skin ripping, twisting, burning, and subdermal things, so I wanted to mention it)
Sandpaper. Rub.
Peel it back a little bit at a time. See how big of pieces you can get.
Cheese grater. Get some longggg strips. Like noodles.
Rub ground glass into it.
Put out cigarettes in open cuts.
Shove a prong under it.
Toothpicks. Let the splinters catch on flesh as they shove under, parallel to the surface.
Burn it until it melts and warps and drips away.
Superglue it to other parts of the body, a wall, the floor, etc. It’ll tear off.
Inject salt water under it.
Stitch cuts shut after shoving things inside. Razors, broken glass, screws, etc.
Melt hot tar onto it and rip it away. See how much skin comes up with it.
Carve the face away from the skull. Tan the skin into a mask.
De-gloving.
Tattoo gun. Acid. Make the scar pretty.
Liquid nitrogen burns.
Add suspension piercings. (Hook slipping under the skin of the back and whumpee hanging by that alone)
Piers. Pinch tight and twist until that spot rips away.
Thread a sharp wire under the skin and send electricity through it. (this one courtesy of wormwriting)
Carving whumpee’s tattoos out to make them ‘perfect’ again.
Cut parallel stripes, filet them away from the flesh underneath (still attached on both sides), then crochet it into a pretty braid straight up like it’s an early 2000’s ripped tshirt.
Visuals:
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something something wasn't meant like that but i did in fact see that post something something
Something something glad to see you there just seemed a little on topic something something Ethan has a phobia of glass under skin something something there have a spoiler for your troubles.
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mary may, birthday, blood, skin xx
these feel pointed for some reason idk. anyways.
MARY MAY (birthday boy fic/prompt fill for @henbased, who thinks she’s funny but i’m about to start acting hilarious. yes, italics is the prompt they sent.)
“Wait,” John cried out to his companion before Mary May could grip the trigger, pulling back against the hand that had interlaced fingers with his to tug him along. “Can you — Can you just kiss me for a little bit first?”
BIRTHDAY (you’ll never guess)
“It’s his birthday,” Jessie said, tilting her head downward in a signal of gravity while keeping eyes locked on the bartender’s face with gold flaring intensity.
“Yeah,” she repeated, this time a statement rather than a question. “It’s his birthday,” she acknowledged with a nod. “And?”
She knitted painted brows. “It’s his birthday,” she repeated, thickened tongue pushing out the words with added emphasis but no greater clarity.
“Okay,” she drew out slowly. “Do you want me to wish him a happy birthday?”
The man at the Deputy’s side leaned further inward towards her from his position with arms wrapped around her waist and chin resting atop her shoulder to whisper something in her ear, tilting at an angle Mary May hoped would tip the barstool over.
“No,” Jessie finally responded, pausing at another rustling series of whispers offered in her ear. “Or — maybe, yeah, it wouldn’t hurt. But mostly we want some fuckin’ birthday shots!”
BLOOD (wildfire chapter 15)
‘Can you feel God himself squeezing your heart, pumping your blood through your veins, cheering you to do this good work?’
She scowled, letting out a longer rumble of complaint as she hurled the radio against the wall in hopes of destroying it before she had to hear the next part.
‘I can! Oh, I can, every day!’
She cursed, no such luck, the overexaggerated exaltation finding her ears from the muffled hum of tiny speakers the same as it had three mornings in a row now. Still, her mind jumpstarted to conjure on reflex possible biting replies (‘Actually, asshole, I’m a little low on blood thanks to you,’ this and ‘Is mutilating people against their will your fucking definition of good work?’ that and ‘You take your acting lessons from people you dated or something? Because sorry to be the bearer of bad news again, but that’s usually how people sound when they’re faking it,’ and so on and so forth) to shout into the speaker — the way she’d come embarrassingly close to doing on day one, before a loop in the broadcast as she brainstormed caused her to realize it was a prerecorded message.
SKIN (role reversal au)
He took a step forward, as if to signal physically that he was closing in on something — only to roll his shoulders back and sigh, glancing away. “Although I suppose it does sound a bit more dignified. Jestine.” He looked back excitedly, because he was almost certain the next part would get under her skin. “But really, I think Jestiny is cuter.”
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The Devil You Don't [Dark Romance] [Explicit]
Chapter 21: The Angaer
This is my first chapter of OC on OC, so be kind. I'm nervous as hell not to have a PC character holding up one end of the chapter!!
“I would seek your comfort tonight as well as your company. So allow me to make things a little easier.”
He didn’t make her wait in that tense, drawn out moment that had hovered between them in the vaults. The kiss was soft, but indulgent, giving her a taste of his intentions without pushing too far, and she fell into it so easily that it was almost dizzying. When her tongue touched at his lips, he pulled back slowly, leaving her simmering as he shifted the hand at her neck to trace under her lower lip with his thumb.
“There, now you don’t have to spend half the night wondering if I’m going to kiss you, and yes, I have every intention of doing it again. Shall we eat?”
Ren couldn’t help the quiet laughter as she nodded her head, because he hadn’t been wrong. She wasn’t used to being so easily read, but he’d seen her hesitance, and banished it along with the awkwardness of first dates everywhere, and she felt far more at ease by the time he led her back into the cabin. Looking at the table earlier, she’d been almost certain she wouldn’t be able to eat, not without choking on something if he so much as flashed that smile at her.
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