body hcs i dont think i hv to demonstrate the hands bc ive had like. one drawing dedicated to it alr IWJSKWK nikolais sparkle nips were inspired by that cute lil plushie of his
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Oooh, can you imagine the horror of being thrown back in time? You memories in tact, but your body reverted back to its state then. The horror of it all, being in a form, place, time that is no longer your own. Those are not your loved ones, though you wish they were. This is not your home and hasn’t been for a long, long time. The body carries none of the weight nor scars that made you. You wished for change, but this is loss.
my insane rant for a messed up tragedy horror something au under cut
okay but like hear me out, because it’s dumb o’clock in the am rn where i’m at, and thus requires tragedy au thinking.
Au in which f!leo get’s thrown into the past, but like into his younger body. That’d be sooooo messed up.
Imagine the dysphoria. being put into a younger body he was supposed to have outgrown long ago. or suddenly finding his prosthetic/homage to his dead brother gone. like that’s not HIS arm.
and like, the perma loss of HIS brothers. our experiences are what make us right? these kid versions of his brothers only have the first half or so of their shared experiences and are definitely not HIS brothers. they’re missing decades of memories.
The kraang aren’t a threat here, but nothing is his: body, family, or time.
edit: SHOUTOUT TO WRAENATA WHO MADE AN EXCELLENT POINT AND REMINDED ME OF THIS DOPE FIC BY TEAINTHESNOW HERE’S A LINK TO THAT WONDERFUL FIC THAT HAS A LOT OF THE SAME PREMISE BUT IS PROBABLY NOT A TRAGEDY AU LIKE I WAS THINKING HERE
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talloran or diogenes stimboard please?
𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑?
𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝐒𝐜𝐩
𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝐃𝐫. 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧
𝙽𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝
Request by:[@anonymous]
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sorry this one is kinda gorey :/ words from the cool war by randomini <3
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Happy Halloween! Have that meme I spoke of once
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halloween is sure gonna be hard this year. don't mind the blood that doesn't look fake anymore don't mind the rotting smell don't mind my missing patches of skin don't mind my screams of agony and fear when i leave the room it's okay it's fine you don't need to be worried
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got my nose broken lol
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Happy Friday the 13th. Today's supposed to be unlucky but what's the worst that could ha- *a piano falls on my head*
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draft of poems oct. 3rd, 2022
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I love gum. Just for the fact that it's a great coping strategy that counters all my nasty habits.
Chewing the skin off my fingers? Not if I have gum.
Biting my lip open to deal with pain? No I'm chewing gum.
Grinding my teeth cause I can't handle something? Nope I have a wad of artificial strawberry in my mouth.
Scratching my face? Too busy chewing, can't do more than a few things at once.
I don't care if someone thinks it's gross. Just giving a thank you to gum.
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“You say you wanna tear right through me,
I welcome you to try.”
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She fellin a lil quirky today
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Proud of this, this is the uhh cover for the au :D
Ohhhhhhh that looks amazin!!!!
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I wish I didn’t see so much wrong with my art. I can’t do anything because that’s all I see is the flaws. It’s only gotten worse the older I get.
I know that it’s good to keep going even if it looks “bad” but I just can’t. I feel frustrated and hurt, sometimes angry because I get flashes of wanting to smash my hands, chop them up and throw them out. Like wtf why does that happen? I don’t remember when it even started, only that is been a issue for years.
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im throwing up petals of the palest blooms
nauseatingly swaying under weeping wisteria
a pit in my stomach a void in my heart
clawing at my quicksand colored skin
to let the black ink dribble in great drops
pooling rising flooding above my ankles
until I'm drowning underneath the surface
grey looping hands fingers growing groping
pull me under by your loving embrace
smothering me in our sacred sorrow
suffocate me choke me ill die at your hands
stoked by the fire called melancholia
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