#tw dismemberment mention

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Moon: Well, Eclipse isn’t a flight risk anymore.

Sun: What?

Moon: Oh, his legs got towed.

Sun: …Are you saying you took off his legs?

Moon: No, I’m saying Jack did out of grief of losing his dad.

#sun and moon show #sams #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf eclipse #fnaf jack o moon #incorrect sun and moon show quotes #incorrect sams quotes #incorrect fnaf quotes #incorrect quotes #source: my brain #aka my missing 8pm post #from january 24th #tw dismemberment mention #tw limb loss mention #tw violence mention

[wpk12art]

The Hatchet Job

Some days passed before they had another job to do. Halina and Mordecai being picked up by the Savoys again. Yet again Halina was targeted by their stares.. especially Nico who she felt surprisingly more on edge about than Serafine.

Their target was a more higher tiered one, no info on why this time tho... just... Sweet wanting to off them.

Halina this time sat next to Mordecai. Wanting to escape those stares of the siblings.

Mordecai, of course not wanting asymmetry, so both sat in the middle. Both looked as serious as usual.

So far it had been quite the long awkward silence. Both siblings and cats in the back seats didn't talk at all, not even a small chat. They only knew where to find their objective but everything else was shrouded in mystery...

Sooner or later they would find out, perhaps get an idea, but alas in the meantime the long drive with unpleasant stares kept on moving.

"Why sittin' so close, hm? Not likin' de space?" Serafine suddenly let out, looking at the two, seeing how Halina was clearly very close to Mordecai this time.

The grey cat didn't want them to suspect anything. Looking very seriously over at Serafine. "No. I just want to see the road more clearly, especially right after our last rendezvous with him crashing our vehicle into the car we were chasing." she said with a strict tone, looking quite serious as her eyebrows narrowed sharply. 

"Was droite a petit bump." Nico defended his driving skills, as if he was used to high impact car crashes or something similar. Alas, class wasn't his forte, or not that he chose to have any.

"We have more important matters at hand rather than trivial matters of seat positioning. Like the likes of our current mission and the lack of intel our employer provided." Mordecai remarked. Once more, taking focus away from Halina as much as he could. He was observant after all, and didn't like the looks those two were giving her this time.

Serafine scoffed, giving the black cat a picture. "In town, we will kill em."

It was the only information they got? Now it really got Mordecai and Halina to think.

They drove around town for a bit, coming closer to a park area, the street lamps lighting the way before seeing a lone silhouette of a slim built cat walking somewhere, looking over at the picture again, they had found their target. They had to dispose of them.. discreetly. If that even was a thing in the Savoy's minds.

Halina looked over to Mordecai, wondering if he had an idea or if grabbing the poor sap was the only option?

“Why the secretiveness this time around... Mr. Sweet usually would give some Intel or vague explanation on why or what we needed to do but alas... This time it’s the opposite..” Mordecai pondered, trying to figure out what was actually going on or if there was a way to not jump to action without thinking.

"Sooooo... We doin' anythin'?" Nico insisted, looking at the pair in the back seat. Considering how so far they have spotted their victim but done anything yet.

"......Grab him. We need him alive.. for now. Then we dispose of him in a discreet area no one will look for him." Halina said, this time being the one to say the instructions. Not Mordecai.

"Ahhh the petit lady doin' de talkin'~ je aimer de idea." Serafine said, rather pleased.

"Good assez." Nico let out, kind of shrugging in a way. Were those two planning something?

Mordecai looked at the siblings trying to decipher before looking back at Halina. Her initiative took him off guard, but alas nothing to complain about.

Thus the car got closer to their victim, preparing to exit and snatch them off, probably either throwing them in the trunk behind until they arrived in a desolate area..

It took less than a minute before their victim was locked in the back.

Halina sat in the back. Crossing her legs calmly before Mordecai sat next to her, both not looking at each other for now to keep their minds at ease.

They went up to the woodland roads again, this time it was gonna be a bit... different. The ride there was silent. No quips or comments from the Savoy's... that was alarming to say the least. But the silence even if unnerving was… welcomed for once.

Halina’s tail went behind Mordecai, being near him was keeping her nerves down. Their tails being together and hidden from the duo in front of them was comforting at least. But that wouldn't last. They would reach their destination and things would take a turn.

"Hey girly~" Serafine suddenly let out when spotting Halina get out of the car. "De boss man gave us a hatchet. Maybe we be able to see your skill in it hm?~" She suggested. Having a rather dark smirk on her face while grabbing the hatchet out of the car.

Halina stared at them both. "What- No. We're supposed to be discreet." She told them seriously. Feeling extremely nervous now.

"How more can you hide if you cut dem in pieces?" Serafine let out like it was a normal thing.

Halina's stare was of shock. She couldn't hide the fact that she hated the idea. Serafine clearly was trying to push her to do it.

"On did our thing, now fois vous do yours." The other savoy pressured as if they were talking about something so simple and not an atrocious act...

Serafine going further and pushing the hatchet towards Halina's hands & chest. Patting lightly with the looks and gestures of "Go on~" The dark smirk showing up again, They must know about it... how she got when given a hatchet or having to… dismember someone. The siblings kept pushing her until the black cat stepped in. Grabbing the hatchet away from the grey cat, which took Dabrowska off guard, snapping her out of the pressure trance those two were pushing her for.

"What are we? Acting as prepubescent youth daring others or to do something out of their will?" The one wearing glasses scolded the siblings. He took a quick glance at Halina, seeing that she was still altered. He sighed before placing the hatchet nearby as he started to take off his jacket.

"What ya doin'? Got heated so quickly?" Nicodeme mocked lightly, yet not expecting the black cat to step in instead of the grey one.

"I'm taking care of the disposal. Dabrowska already did her part in the abduction, hence why I will proceed to do my part of the job." He replied coldly, since apparently the other duo didn't want to cooperate with the current problem at hand. Mordecai hated the idea of having to do it but alas... was there another choice? He kept taking his outer clothes off so as not to stain them.

Halina looked shocked before quickly coming close to his side, taking his coat calmly and vest, then shirt. She didn't want him to dirty them, so she would take care of them for him. 

Her back towards the siblings, she looked up to him with a "are you sure?" type of look, only being given that typical “glare” of his, but it was calming to her, she was used to his stares, used to that angry looking face that it didn't make her as worried. But still, he took her place instead to keep the savoys from seeing her black out and surely doing something worse. She had lost her professionalism in front of Mordecai already when using it, she was happy to have him by her side, understanding her better than anyone.

Once he was ready... he picked up the hatchet, walking to the poor victim in the trunk that was about to get chopped into who knows how many pieces. Serafine being somewhat disappointed that their plans got changed at the last second due to the black killjoy jumping in to ruin it. But alas... at least they were going to get quite the show from that killjoy one way or another. Halina clinging onto his clothes, keeping them closer to her in an attempt to comfort herself yet at the same time not really wanting to observe much of what was going to take place...

She kept silent, seeing how he got the victim out of the back, instead, he leaped out! The guy was terrified, of course... who wouldn't be? Scared for his life, he ran like hell..

"Hoo! Look! De mouth'piece got his feet unner 'im cher. Don't let 'im go run off!" Serafine shouted out as she saw what was going on.

Halina was looking, seeing how close Mordecai got to the victim before swinging. She quickly looked away, holding onto his clothes tighter, before she felt something metal in her hand, she got it out more. She saw it was his pocket watch, opening it and seeing the time.. Hearing the nightmarish sounds going on behind her, seeing the time tick by as the job was being handled.

The time ticked by as her worry slowly went away, with every tick, she just felt calm, like every other sound around her disappeared and only the hard tick of the clock was keeping her company in the silence. Halina’s heart was beating slowly before hearing the end of the hacking. She put the clock away in her pocket before taking a deep breath, getting ready for the aftermath.

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy oc #halina #mordecai heller #oc #halina dabrowska #marigold #serafine savoy #nicodeme savoy #nico #Serafine #writing #tw kidnap mention #tw dismemberment mention

[lumashoes]

love being transmasc and also having pmdd great combo 10/10 would recommend

i would like to tear myself limb from limb and cry for 2 weeks every month while also experiencing horrible gender dysphoria because of it

#tw dismemberment mention #pmdd fucking sucks man my fucking uterus is ruining my life #it feels like all my feelings arent real and im just being overdramatic

[sams-infection-au]

Jesus Christ, what happened to him…

👁️‍🗨️

Harvest Moon broke his teeth with a piece of rebar and ripped his legs off when he was trying to get away. -Stitchwraith

#fnaf stitchwraith #fnaf bloodmoon #fnaf harvest moon #👁️‍🗨️ anon #tw injury mention #tw limb loss mention #tw dismemberment mention

[raidred]

Okay but guys, you know that meme going around where somebody loses their arm/arms and then they go "what happened" and the other person holds up the "farewell to arms" in which the injured party recites the book plot word for word and the person just "... there's no way you've read that."

Ichiji is the person who holds up the book and stares at the other in disbelief when they recite the plot word for word because that's HIS JOB to memorize things in extreme detail.

#˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ー out of sparks . #˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ー study . #tw dismemberment mention #tw; dismemberment mention #tagging it just in case.

[ask-the-celestial-family]

Before you leave, calling the Witherstorm to this reality… one of you should cut his dick off. *sets a serrated knife down for whoever wants to do the honors*

I think Twilight covered that with the paintball to the dick. -Moon💙

Plus we can’t spent that long. I can only hold this for so long. You really need to start that portal. Please. -Eclipse🧡

I’ve got it up. Go now. Beau, get them through. We’ll be right behind you. -Moon💙

#kill lunar au #fnaf moon #fnaf eclipse #moon answers #fnaf zenith #beaumont caiman #tw dismemberment mention #tw injury mention #tw cursing

[if-kissofmidnight]

"At the moment" -- I mean, this franchise has never been shy about dismemberment... Jen Protection Squad when?

and this if won’t be either, no one is safe I’m afraid (except ghost bc I’m not a monster)

honestly with what I have planned, you guys might end up wanting to take them all away from me…

#ty for the ask <3 #tw dismemberment mention

[ofcruelheart]

closed to @gravefed / aranya & azusa / godfather house of blues

Days have passed since she last stepped out of Pakorn Natharuetai's apartment, and she's been dreading this moment, despite her efforts to avoid it. Uncertainty gnaws at her—whether Aranya had seen her, followed her in, or if her presence here was merely a coincidence. There's no escaping now. Departure is not an option after their eyes have met. She's never been one to flee, anyway; the only time she did, it was not by choice but by exile.

Detaching herself from her actions is easier when they are dictated by Akira; defying a master is no simple feat, especially one who emerges from a dismemberment with undiminished pride despite the loss of an arm. Yet, Aranya is a woman with whom empathy comes naturally. Azusa had thought her remarkably restrained, stopping at just one limb.

Still, Azusa struggles to meet Aranya's eyes, instead, speaking over her glass.

"You know whose orders they were. Did you really think he would accept what you did and consider the matter settled?" She scoffs. "Before you say anything, I get it. Okay? Don't blame you for what you did. If there's anything that can make us brutal, it's love."

#tw dismemberment mention #tw injury mention #int: azusa #w: aranya

[modern-day-kleavor]

ok so I named the male frillish Blues Clues, and I named the pink frillish Advil

They're both REALLY shy, but they don't seem to mind my presence so I think I can go through with this really easily :3 Okay here's the sitch:

I'm gonna go through a few tests, see what stimulus they react to. I won't do any dismemberment this time bc I prommyed to team-calm i would keep them put together qwq i dont really feel like making a file for it but i might have to :T

#tw medication mention #tw experiments #tw experimentation #tw dismemberment mention

[circusd0g]

little brother left this behind in my room

gonna chop of his head and tack it to my wall like a trophy, cuz the rest of 'im don't fit my aesthetic 😝😋

his name is now don

#tw clown #tw dismemberment mention #tw dismemberment

[deadliestpieceontheboard]

What if Nathan was actually a cannibal. Hanibal style. That was Neil's dinner for the first 10 years of his life. Would that be fucked up or what?

#it wasn't mentioned in the books because neil didn't know #he thought butcher was just because of the dismemberment #poor him #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc #neil josten #nathan wesninski #cannibalism #in case that's a tw

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

What kind of things did eclipse go through when being bought and sold?

Unspeakable things. Abuse of all forms. Torture, broken bones, manipulation, gaslighting, beatings, ect. Basically the only thing that his owners wouldn't do was cut dismemberment, since him being in one piece was in the agency's selling clause.

#sun and moon show #sams #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #bid to lose au #fnaf eclipse #fnaf abuse mention #tw torture mention #tw broken bones mention #tw injury mention #tw manipulation mention #tw dismemberment mention

[waterfrontcomplex]

CYCRANE KILLER - A YANQING SERIAL KILLER AU

TW/CW FOR MURDER, VIOLENCE, DISMEMBERMENT, GENERAL MENTAL INSTABILITY, MENTIONS OF ABUSE

AU INFO ↓

after the disastrous battle at dragonprayer terrace, yanqing is left disheartened, confused, and alone. he was just defeated by 2 criminals, and the one person he trusted with his whole being left him there with no explanation.

he gets healed at the alchemy commission, and returns home. jing yuan eventually recovers, and... everything returns to some sense of normalcy. no 'i'm sorry', no 'are you okay?', no nothing. he receives assignments as usual, and goes through with them with ease.

during an assignment in cloudford, he encounters a man who was on the run and had a warrant out for his arrest for domestic abuse. yanqing pursued the man until he accidentally cornered him with some particularly violent mara-struck, and was killed before he could stop them.

that night, he couldn't stop thinking about the man. he had let a civilian die. but... that man was a terrible person. he had a family that loved him, and he hurt them in return. yanqing felt an unexplainable burst of 'satisfaction' or even 'happiness'. that man would never hurt anybody again.

a terrible idea appeared in his head. what if he purposely killed people like those?

it's extremely illegal and goes against his duty as a cloud knight, but they would deserve it and he's just so, so frustrated. so, he looks into a couple cases and finds one he takes interest in. if he wants to go through with this, he can't use yanzhuo or his ice swords; it would make his identity too obvious. he grabs a blade he's been itching to test out, dons a cloak and leaves during the night.

the break-in and murder is easy enough. most people on the luofu stand no chance against him. adrenaline is rushing through his veins, and now there's a body on the floor and his dagger is covered in blood.

the cleanup is simple; he has the knowledge and resources available to make it look as if his target had just vanished during the night. he dismembers and disposes of the body and returns home. he had just killed another civilian... but they were a terrible person— no, they're not even a person. they're just vermin, unworthy of the title of 'human' and waiting to be eliminated. he feels static in his head.

in the following weeks, he does his best to avoid searching up information about his target. yanqing listens in to gossip instead, and gathers that they had been reported missing but no traces were found. he had gotten away with murder.

and he was going to do it again.

the next few nights, he claims more lives; lives of those unworthy of them. after the murders, the static in his head clears, but comes back later. they disappear during the night without a trace.

while disposing of a body, yanqing encounters a partially broken down cycrane with sentience, like his swords. he fixes it up, and it says it doesn't want to 'return to a mundane life of endless deliveries', so he takes it home and hides it. after a bit of searching, he gives it a name: rosebane.

the cases are starting to catch the attention of the higher-ups. the public now knows about the 'mysterious disappearances', and rumors start spreading like wildfire. some claim it's a monster, other say it's a stalker, and some are claiming that it's a whole group of people. nobody suspects him a bit. tensions are high.

yanqing doesn't want the public to worry too much. rumors of a monster could put the cloud knights on high alert. if he let any witnesses see him, they would know it was a human. and if he brings rosebane, they would know it's the same person, and not a group of people. rosebane wouldn't reveal anything about his real identity, and would be particularly useful for tracking down targets. a monster would be extremely concerning, but a person would be... hopefully less concerning. and with a cycrane, it would lead the investigators away from him.

during his next murder, he chooses a time where there would be a witness, and commits the crime, leaving the body. word gets out, and news of the 'cycrane killer' is everywhere. yanqing masks his nervousness as worry for jing yuan, but he doesn't fully buy it.

he's not crazy, he's not insane at all. he doesn't kill for the adrenaline rush, or to clear the static in his head, or for whatever other reason.

he's just... doing the luofu a favor.

☆⋆⋅───────

RELATIONSHIPS

YANQING -> ROSEBANE

friendly. they are extremely close, but can't talk much since yanqing shouldn't bring them out during the day. they're partners in crime, bound to their secret. he finds their sentience interesting.

YANQING -> JING YUAN

tense. yanqing partly blames jing yuan for his... new hobby. he still cares and would never hurt him on purpose, but he's extremely frustrated and confused. he mainly wants an explanation but feels as if he has no right to ask for one. yanqing also has to tread lightly around jing yuan to avoid him figuring out about his murders.

YANQING -> FU XUAN

cautious. if fu xuan suspects him of anything, she could easily rat him out with the matrix of prescience. he's been keeping his distance.

JING YUAN -> YANQING

worry. jing yuan knows yanqing's upset and has been acting strangely ever since he recovered. he also knows that his retainer is hiding something, but doesn't know what.

#cottonflowers' art ☂ #tw murder #tw eyestrain #tw violence #tw dismemberment #mental instability #tw abuse mention #yanqing #hsr yanqing #jing yuan #hsr jing yuan #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr au #honkai star rail au #alternate universe #au #serial killer au #cycrane killer au #cycrane killer #art #tw animal death #in the art #its symbolism ok #questions? send an ask! #au info #yanqing has a few screws loose #just a few... #animal symbolism #jing yuan get your kid therapy challenge

[blueorchid-95]

@probably-not-a-rutabaga ah, that feeling when you meet an alternate version of your little brother who just got kidnapped and brainwashed not that long ago and he’s missing an entire arm

Sorry for the poor quality lol

#tmnt #tmnt fanart #tmnt aberration #orchid tmnt #orchid donatello #aberration leonardo #If you can’t tell I’m still working out don’s color scheme #tw kidnap mention #tw brainwash mention #tw dismemberment #leonardo tmnt #donatello tmnt #can you tell I’m still learning to tag yet

[sams-infection-au]

He will be in a second. In the meanwhile, there is a person over there you can chomp on to calm down.

*sinks into the floor with new harvest, popping back up in the bunker, holding him with an odd symbol below me*

Got another infected… Turns out bloody didn’t just get ran. He also got the new harvest moon someone please leave me to an empty containment Cell so I can put them in it. Preferably one that’s near the infected blood moon….

There's an empty one across from OG Blood Moon

*Blood Moon weakly crawls out from under the pile of trash over toward the person, missing his legs from the thighs down and oil lines leaking onto the ground as he crawls on his hands. Stitchwraith tries to help him but Blood Moon growls and claws them away. The person runs away before Blood Moon can get to them.*

#fnaf harvest moon #fnaf og blood moon #fnaf bloodmoon #fnaf stitchwraith #tw limb loss mention #tw injury mention #tw dismemberment mention #tw gore mention

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

When a Tomb Becomes a Womb (Part 1: Rings)

Well, it’s finally happened: I wrote a story for a movie rather than YouTube Egos. (Not that this is gonna become a regular thing, mind you. Lisa Frankenstein just so happened to check all the right boxes for my hyperfixation and brainrot.) 

(Disclaimer: While I agree that Creature doesn’t really need an actual name to be a great character, I still decided to give him a headcanon name—which is Callum, since I think it would fit him— just because this entire story is from his perspective. Mentioning his "true," pre-death name just seems logical. Neither of the characters in this story belongs to me. Lisa Swallows and The Creature are the property of Zelda Williams and Diablo Cody.)

(Trigger Warnings: implied murder/death, implied violence, gore/blood, mentions of electrocution and fire, scars, body horror, dismemberment. Please let me know if I missed anything.)

The soil was loose and soft. It yielded to the shovel’s rusty spade quite easily.

Though many emotions were thrumming through Callum’s skull at the moment, surprise wasn’t one of them. 

While dark clouds had clogged up the night sky, hiding the stars and moon and bloating with rain that would fall sooner or later, the current season was warm, and so the ground wasn’t too firm. 

This plot had only been filled hours ago. This grave was fresh; infinitely fresher than his had been.

By now, Callum estimated that it’d taken at least half a day for him to crawl up through the ground and breach the surface like one of the several worms slithering around inside him.

He hadn’t exactly been in the right headspace to consider it at first; back then, all he’d been able to know was light and electricity and shuddering and pain and. . .Lisa’s words. 

Lisa’s words. 

The same thing that fueled Callum to escape his tomb was now guiding him to free Lisa from hers, all with the same amount of violent tremors and desperation.

It was poetic, honestly. 

Perhaps it would’ve been a bit more poetic if he didn’t have to get so filthy in the process.

Oh, well. He could take care of that later. (Besides, the stains on his clothes were nothing compared to the layers of grime and mold and fungus that had been caked all over him on that first, fateful night.)

Right now, unearthing his beloved without getting caught seemed like a much more important thing to focus on.

His grip was vicelike around the wooden handle as he threw one shovelful after another to the side.

Almost there, Callum thought. (If he could speak, he’d be repeating that mantra in a whisper like his life depended on it. Which. . .well, it logically didn’t, but it technically did. The same went for Lisa.) Almost there. 

He’d wanted to take her away sooner. He would’ve been perfectly fine with forcing her family to waste money on a casket. Really, what good was a casket if you buried it empty? 

But the distinct lack of a corpse would have just caused more problems. As dense as her family seemed to be, they’d still know that the shiny, glowing box (Lisa had called it a. . .tanning bed? If memory served?) wouldn’t have been capable of reducing a person to ashes no matter how dangerous it was. 

He knew she wasn’t dead. Not completely; not truly. Yes, the combination of electrical currents and fire may have worked its horrific magic on her body. . .but that magic just hadn’t followed through altogether as it probably should have. 

The way the bed had convinced foreign limbs to function as intended mere minutes after Lisa sewed them onto him. . .the way it had rejuvenated his centuries-dead flesh bit by bit. . .

It had some kind of similar effect on Lisa. The vast majority of her had died, but there was still a strong, stubborn ember of something in her that was very much determined to live. 

Callum knew that very well. He’d seen proof of it before being forced to flee from the fire.

But Lisa’s family didn’t. As far as they knew, she was gone and never coming back. So, if she just disappeared before they could bury her, then they’d have an excuse to try and track her down. And if that happened, neither she nor her husband would get another chance. . .

Callum ground his jaw, putting even more force behind the shovel. 

The hole grew deeper.

The pile of disturbed earth beside it grew bigger. 

The dull, scraping tempo of grave-robbery began to sound like hitching gasps and sobs.

Just as the clouds started ominously humming about their plans for the night, the shovel reverberated after finally, finally, finally striking something much more solid than dirt.

Callum tossed the tool aside in favor of getting down on his knees, now using his hands to clear away a blanket of finer, thinner soil. 

He hoped Lisa could hear him digging. (Though if that was the case, then the state of her brain could potentially make her think that the sounds were echoing from somewhere farther beneath her. Which would be. . .less than ideal, as Callum didn’t enjoy the idea of scaring her again. )

Even in his anxiety, he subconsciously shook his head. Lisa had taken him in and repaired him even after being initially terrified. Lisa trusted him, loved him; if she didn’t, then he never would have woken up in the first place.

More time passed, and a soft, cold gleam suddenly manifested in the darkness.

Glossy wood. 

The coffin’s upper door. 

Callum groped at the edge of it, tugging with all his strength.

An odd, warm feeling skittered up his spine and shook through his ribcage. 

A low creeeeaaak rattled through the air as the lid was pried open.

. . .And there she was.

___

Callum had always been a fast learner, and yet he still had no idea what to make of his pulse. 

It’d been extremely jarring when he’d first awoken. The days that followed, it was irregular. Sometimes he could feel it, sometimes he couldn’t. It was always soft—following more of a murmur than a steady beat—always irregular, barely there at all.

Right now, however, it both sounded and felt very far away. More present than it had been when he’d performed a highly unorthodox beheading on that stain of a man who’d upset Lisa. 

Hell, it almost seemed louder and stronger than it had been on the most recent evening he’d spent with Lisa; the one that saw the two of them embracing and reeling and dreaming together. . .

Everything else was a blur as he brought her to her new bed, carrying her like the bride she was. He had to move slowly, carefully, feeling more anxious and unwieldy than ever. 

Well, at least until he laid her down, making sure the pillow offered enough support for her neck.

After that, he was much, much more erratic.

He sprinted about the house, tearing almost every other room apart as he searched. It felt like several hours had passed by the time he finally found what he—what his beloved—needed: a white, sterile-looking container. He opened it, just to be certain, then tucked it under one arm and hurried back over to the bedroom.

Every square inch of Lisa’s body was blistered to hell and back, adorned by a network of puffy, angry-looking veins that, had her heart still been beating, would have more or less threatened to burst at any given moment. Red and raw, several sections on her arms, legs, and chest having peeled off to reveal glistening tissue.

Her mane of thick, curly auburn hair had been reduced to a few small, fried patches that clung to the charred flesh of her scalp with a strength similar to bubblegum and well-intentioned vibes. There was a possibility that she’d died with her eyes open, but the awful swelling of the skin around their sockets had sealed them shut. 

None of that mattered, of course. 

Lisa was still just as beautiful as when Callum had first met her. She always, always would be. 

. . .Even so, those injuries had to be dealt with. Despite what Lisa had said before about accepting a person’s flaws, Callum’s instincts told him she wouldn’t appreciate being left to resemble a puppet made of half-raw-half-cooked steaks.

Callum set the medical kit down on the nightstand, ferreting out generous rolls of gauze as he loomed over the side of the bed. 

The world finally seemed to slow back down as he got to work.

It didn’t take long for him to find a gentle, precise cadence as he wrapped bandage after bandage after bandage around his beloved’s form. Something in the back of his mind wondered if this was what spiders felt like when they spun strands of silk together to make their webs.

Although Lisa’s skin hadn’t been rendered translucent, the burns in some places went deep enough for Callum to catch a glimpse of her organs. Both of her lungs were blackened, seared, sunken. Her heart was equally misshapen, now boasting a similar appearance to a blob of melted wax, looking like it was seconds away from collapsing in on itself. 

But even as all the carnage was swallowed up by more strips of gauze, Callum could still see the heart twitch. The movement only lasted for half a second or so, but there was no doubting that it’d happened. . .

Lisa still had a chance. She would never be truly alive again, but she could still come back.

She couldn’t wake up by herself. . .but she wouldn’t have to.

He’d find a way to help, just as she’d done for him. 

Callum blinked for the first time all night, and his hands were suddenly free; he was suddenly sitting at the foot of the new bed.

Lisa was cloaked quite literally from head to toe in clean, snow-white bandages. It was like he'd made the perfect combination of shroud and wedding dress for her to wear.

The thought made a small smile tug at his lips. 

Then he shook his head.

He couldn’t relax just yet. There were other things to be taken care of right now. Two other things, to be specific. 

Callum got to his feet and crossed the new bedroom to quietly close the door. He ventured down a narrow hallway, peering at an assortment of unfamiliar pictures hanging on the walls around him. Disposing of them would probably be another chore for him later.

His footsteps sounded hollow and heavy as he descended the staircase. (Unlike Lisa’s former home, the floors of this house were all hardwood rather than carpet. True, they wouldn’t muffle noise very well, but it was still quite a lucky coincidence.) 

He’d found this house completely by accident, when he’d still been trying to follow Lisa’s path. 

Even with the remnants of that lightning bolt sparking in his stagnant blood, even with Lisa’s voice echoing through his resurrected mind, it’d still taken so much time for him to truly wake up. He grimaced at the thought of how long he’d had to crawl around the cemetery before he could stand upright. 

(And that wasn’t even mentioning the state his vision had been in. The layers of rancid slime and dirt clinging to his face had made everything around him blurry and distorted. The fact that his eyes were also full of maggots at the time certainly hadn’t helped.)

He’d had to wander the surrounding woods for hours and hours before he could finally walk. The rot in his bones had kept his movement slow and uneven, but a bad limp was still better than collapsing every other moment. 

Callum wasn’t sure how the house’s previous owners hadn’t seen or heard him that night. They certainly had a few hours ago, but that wasn’t a factor anymore. 

He crept into the living room, where he paced a few slow circles around the fresh corpse lying in the center of all the controlled chaos. The crimson splatters now adorning the floor, the walls, the sofa’s floral print almost seemed to glitter.

Another carcass could be found just a few feet away, sprawled across the wide threshold that led into the dining room. The face was obscured, as blood was still leaking out to add to a large puddle that continued to slowly spread, inch-by-inch. 

Callum folded his arms across his chest, drumming the nails of his replacement hand against his cheek. He remembered what Lisa had said when he’d silently begged her to help him find new parts; a contemplative murmur about there being bad people in the world. . .

Her relief and gratitude when he’d bludgeoned that horrible excuse for a mother to death.

Her cathartic happiness when he’d dismembered the scum who’d tried to put his filthy hands on her.

Her tearful joy when she eventually realized why he’d risked so much to take a particularly crucial piece from the ignoramus who’d dared to play with her emotions. . .

It had all been so wonderful to see.

Those victims had all hurt Lisa, and they likely would've hurt others as well. Their deaths wouldn’t be an actual loss to the community.

But this. . .

Lisa definitely wouldn’t have approved of this. Yes, she’d understand why Callum had done what he’d done; after everything they’d been through, of course the two of them needed a quiet place to stay, if only for a while until they found somewhere better. A place that was a fair distance from both the town and the cemetery. A place just like this.

But. . .

A raspy sigh escaped Callum’s lips. 

He'd work with more tact in the future. 

Once Lisa was awake, things would be better. He’d listen to her input. They would make important decisions together.

Callum’s eyes wandered about, eventually settling on the axe—the same one Lisa had taken from her father’s garage—he’d left propped up against the adjacent wall. It was slathered in gore, to the point that its wooden handle was just as red as the paint on its blade. 

He approached to pick it up, letting the weapon’s belly rest on his shoulder. Then he stooped down, using his free hand to take hold of the first corpse’s wrists. More of the floor was painted red as he dragged it into the kitchen. He retraced his steps to collect the second body, coming dangerously close to slipping on the blood as he hefted his victim onto the countertop.

The next hour or so was filled with dull thuds, with splintery pops and cra-A-a-cks, with the drip-drip-drip of thick fluid oozing down the lower cabinets and plopping onto the floor. 

The axe was too heavy to be the most precise tool, but it was still efficient. It only took a few good swings to sever limbs from torsos and heads from necks. 

Callum couldn’t bury either of these bodies. Not right away, at least. Fortunately, he soon discovered that there were more than enough black trash bags under the sink to work with. 

Lisa’s body obviously needed repair, but he wasn’t sure which repairs should come first. (He knew she’d require a new pair of eyes, but he didn’t want to risk forcing her current ones open just yet.) Would it be better to take off her old limbs and put new ones in their place, or to simply slice off layers of skin and attach a new barrier to her burnt flesh?

Wait and see, a voice in his head suggested. Callum nodded to himself; when Lisa was able to communicate again, he’d organize these plans with her. It was only right, after all. 

Callum set the axe down by the sink, now focusing on wrapping up the detached pieces of human in tight, layered cocoons that crinkled with every second. Packing all the bundles into the freezer and refrigerator in a way that kept them from sliding right back out was far more aggravating than he would’ve cared to admit, but he managed. 

He gave pause, however, when it came to the two remaining pieces. 

A pair of forearms, to be specific, with their hands still attached. 

One from each corpse. 

Something small and metallic glinted around the fourth finger on each of them. 

The first ring had a very simple design: just a smooth, golden band. 

The second ring, meanwhile, was silver, mounted with a shiny stone.

It wasn’t a diamond by any means. Callum couldn’t tell what kind of gem it was, honestly. But it was gorgeous—it’d been carved into a smooth, perfect orb. It reminded him of an ember at the heart of a firepit, boasting a graceful mix of orange and red with a few soft hints of yellow.

The colors reminded him of that one night. 

Callum shoved the forearms into hiding with all the other parts, the two rings now nestled in his palm. With that, he exited the kitchen, an unfamiliar spring in his step as he ventured back up the staircase. Yes, he still had an enormous bloody mess to clean up, but this took priority. 

His odd, partial heartbeat echoed in his ears as he re-entered the new bedroom and knelt down beside the bed. 

Slowly, delicately, Callum took one of Lisa’s hands in his. He pressed a small kiss to her bandaged knuckles before sliding the new ring onto her finger. 

It fit perfectly. Just like the gold ring did for him. 

As for the odd-yet-sweet candy loop he’d made do with for the original proposal. . .well, he decided to leave it on the nightstand. 

Just in case Lisa wanted to keep it when she woke up.

@mblume125 @upstartgeek @paper-cuts-and-fresh-bruises @queenofcandys @magpierose753 @therulerofallpotatos @blue-spider-official @chofisaquino @strangewerewolf @alienbactria @aphroditeinarms @weallpartyatybcpatricksfuneral @scootis-the-scoot. @cherryycocaine @sammispook @creepycrow31 @radisyn @allthesecottoncandyskies @that-random-assassin @shelf-life-of-the-party @big-sad-world @lisascreatures @we-were-d3stined-t0-expl0de @artnormal @cr-0-wsworld @bllops-world @night-writer-writer @bunnygirlgracesworld @occasional-trash @a-live-wire @babi-gir @secretly-larry-daley @fawns-things @confused-hufflepuff-screaming

#my writing #my stories #lisa frankenstein #lisa frankenstein spoilers #the creature #lisa frankenstein creature #lisa swallows #lisa x creature #(my headcanon name for creature is callum) #(I just think it would fit him well) #tw implied murder/death #tw implied violence #tw gore/blood #tw mentions of electrocution and fire #tw scars #tw body horror #tw dismemberment