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Warning: body horror
This is my phone account over here. I just got a tablet, as my other account has said. I decoded to draw my original character.
The accounts name is theothersetofsteppers
fucked up baboon-based monstrosity i made while waiting for a response from a commissioner!!
i hate looking at it
mild warning: flash
Day 3 & 4 of Goretober & Jashtober!!
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𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙍 𝙀𝘿𝘿𝙄𝙀 𝙈𝙐𝙉𝙎𝙊𝙉 ( hellmartyr )
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 with no intention of coming back. that’s how it felt listening to the violet-grey sadness that slowly flooded his insides with a dreaded sense of déjà vu. like listening to an old recording of his thoughts, spoken out loud in a crunchy, distorted voice. ideas eddie would’ve drowned in if wayne never took him in.
calloused fingers curled into a loose fist. he had to, to keep from reaching over the barrier to hold her back from going any further. it wouldn’t be the first time they searched for each other in the dark, someone’s fingers feeling for a brush with skin that bore similar scars from the same place. eddie wanted nothing more than to be that reassurance again, but he hesitated. scared that if he moved too fast, whatever ledge chrissy was hanging onto would crumble.
and who could blame her? not like eddie read her autobiography, but her life wasn’t hard to see when she wasn’t surrounded by faces with herculean expectations. chrissy cunningham’s picture perfect life was the exact reason vecna targeted her. a like a picture, it was a two dimensional facade that didn’t hold up to scrutiny. eddie first noticed tiny holes in his own assumptions when the unorthodox pair sat across from each other at a rickety picnic table. then the road trip when they were both supposed to be healthy … -er. yet sitting next to her for hours on end, chattering away, his dark eyes reflectively slipping from the road to her under an array of lightning. living in a drifter’s version of domesticity as the van hauled them ever closer to california. it was during those hours, destined to be carefree, that eddie learned laura cunningham had no right to be called a mom.
ed didn’t want to answer. terrified of pushing her any further in a foreboding direction. seeing her eyes like the bottom of a well, unable to tell if it was the light or tears that made them shine. his mouth went cotton dry. ❝ a s-southpaw? ❞
chris. the plea never cleared eddie’s throat, stuck like a rock in a hard place behind his tongue’s treacherous reply. it took several silent tries to dislodge it. when it did, her name scraped his throat like it grew claws. eddie felt like he was floating, even as the polyester sheets grazed his skin. he’d wanted the quiet to last longer, preferring it to hang over them like distended as he tried to figure out chrissy’s destination to prepare himself to deny their arrival.
instead eddie cornered himself to think on the fly. panicking in the seconds between his and her respond with race to dredge up every synonym and tidbit he knew about lefties. he knew some people had a religious hang-ups. and it wasn’t too long ago teachers were still allowed to crack a leftie’s hand with a ruler, encouraging them to switch. that’s what wayne said happened to his brother, and that al went home everyday with a teacher’s brand till the bastard finally dropped out of high school.
thinking of his old man sharing any similarity with chrissy made eddie’s stomach flip. if she was a mess, how fucked was he ?
truth be told, chrissy had asked the question with no real expectation of an answer. the query was as rhetorical as it was sincerely curious. there was no way of knowing if eddie would catch her drift, especially not with sleep dancing just out of reach in the corners of her bedroom. but, not unlike the first day the two had made real conversation, looking at each other less like classmates and more like friends, eddie munson had so valiantly offered up anything he hoped might be a solution for what ailed her. a habit that became a consistent phenomenon from the previous march, through the last gasps of their school year, over the summer, all the way to the first anniversary of their deaths. or if it wasn’t death, no life had ever felt like swimming through the humidity-choked air of hawkins’ moldy, parasitic mirror, every step seemingly futile. even if the upside down and death couldn’t accomplish the same goal, they left the same scars.
the cheerleader had been all alone in that purgatory, left to suffer the consequences of mere happenstance — a not so miraculous resurrection. until eddie munson appeared. at school she’d felt forgotten among the aftermath, the real her with her real twisted limbs and real blank eyes left behind in the rubble. until she saw eddie in the hallway. since then, they’d left each other alone only by necessity.
of course that’s where eddie’s head was. to assume he’d do anything else but pull her back home with oaths of understanding was honestly stupid. she should have that part of him memorized now, just like everything else he let her see. it’s why she knew the twitching in the valley beyond the pillow mountain was a contained urge to reach for the hand she’d dangled too closely in reach.
evidently, he wasn’t holding it against her much if the next thing she felt herself do was snort at what might have been a joke.
all the stacks of emotion building a dam in her throat abated in brief as her body shook with silent laughter, no sobs or sniffles in sight. chrissy considered herself the kind of girl who cried regularly, although she never began her night hoping to curl into a ball and gasp her way to the middle of the mattress only to woozily drop off and wake up sore and salty. so, maybe this was a good replacement. even after her worst day in a long while, and that was saying something considering the spring break depression.
her lingering left hand flapped at the wrist just slightly over their all-but-pillow-fort. beyond it somewhere was his, and she aimed to fish it out again in a burst of watery grin-fueled nerve.
❝ no. i mean - yeah, that is one name for it. but not the one i’m talking about ❞ a deep sigh whistled through chrissy’s nose before her thoughts lined themselves up again in a neat, sensible row. only this way could she make him understand her debt to him and her fear for him.
finally, softly, ❝ sinister. ❞ the shape of the word hung in the air like the ghost of a tattered highway billboard, no context left but a single word. yellowed lights and all. if they looked out her tiny bedroom window, they might even see one. ❝ lefties are sinister. because being left handed means you’re unlucky. or that you’re weak. sometimes both. most of the time, actually. and, that.... ❞ two hard swallows did nothing to help her breath and the harsh sound of chrissy helplessly clearing her throat seemed to shatter what remained of their cocoon. ❝ that there’s darkness inside. ❞
it was so easy to imagine when it shouldn’t have been: every lethal critique her mother levied against her, the thousand faults chrissy bore like ill-fitting clothes along with disgusted or jealous glances that cut truer than shattered glass on bare feet, all streaming from eddie’s face, eddie’s eyes, eddie’s mouth. an imagined nightmare questing to outpace the memory of vecna showing her why death was altogether better than the agony of living.
❝ i just don’t want to be the next person that hurts you, eddie. that’s what i’m scared of. ❞ all the tears she’d been pushing back finally crested the surface of grey ocean eyes, drizzling down her cheeks to splash mutely on an over-squished pillow. between burning droplets she could only offer a pitiful whisper in addendum, ❝ i don’t want you to hate me. ❞
Sneak Peek at a (hopefully) Upcoming Hazbin Fanfic!
Trigger warnings for body horror, some non-sexual nudity (not in detail), and Alastor really not having a good time. More details after the scene.
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Alastor was completely naked, and yet there wasn’t much skin to see. Numerous wires wrapped around the stick thin demon, some were threaded directly into his skin, while others powered devices connected to him, including an ankle monitor, something latched to his chest, and an electronic visor covering the deer’s eyes. Then there were thick tubes, the largest of which were shoved into his mouth, his nose, and his posterior, carrying various fluids Charlie did not want to think about into and out of his body. Smaller tubes looked like they carried blood, though whether it was adding or subtracting from the demon’s own supply was unknown.
He was suspended in some sort of clear, gelatinous substance, partially curled up on himself and not moving at all. No flick of the ears or twitch of the hand. He didn’t even breathe. Charlie guessed that one of the tubes did that for him, and couldn’t decide if that made this whole… thing more or less horrifying. She decided on more.
And then there were the antlers.
Alastor’s antlers eclipsed the deer in size many times over, an ebony forest sprouting from a single seed, an insect infected with fungus. They rose out of the chamber and into the skyline, interlaced with the Vee tower’s own lights and wires and antenna until he was just a part of the infrastructure. Hiding in plain sight.
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So… this was a scene (probably the most important scene tbh) I wrote for a so far unnamed fanfic I’ve been pecking away at. I keep jumping between chapters, this was actually the first thing I made for it, and in my current draft it’s around chapter 9. Out of around 25, tho that is subject to change.
I want to get at least the first half finished before officially posting it, since there’s a pretty natural cutoff point around halfway thro, just in case I’m not able to make it thro the entire 25 chapter marathon (I am not good at longer works. Even if that’s what I prefer reading.)
As for what the fic is actually about, it starts out as a standard “Vox kidnaps Alastor after the failed Extermination” fic, and things… escalate. To the point where Vox uses Alastor as a living signal booster for his own purposes. Tho, if you noticed in the scene, it is thro Charlie’s perspective, so that condition isn’t permanent. But it will have dire ramifications for everyone involved.
So yeah, I hope some people are interested! I’ll be posting this to Ao3, and maybe Fanfic.net since I have an account from when I was in high school. Fanfic.net mostly dead from what I’ve seen, at least on the Hazbin side, but there are a couple of really good Hazbin fics I’ve found on there. That haven’t updated in forever, but still. Maybe I’ll make a reccomendation list sometime. Oh and I might post the fic on here too if that would be helpful to people.
No idea when/if this will come out, hopefully I’ll get back into writing it soon. Having the first chapter out before Season 2 drops would be good (not that I’ll complain if S2 comes out next week or something crazy lol)
Growing pains (bug kai one shot)
Tw: blood, body horror, body horror
Uhhh idk where in dragons rising this takes place so just plop it in whatever spot makes sense to you
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Kais middle name may as well be repression with how well he was keeping up apparenences. No one knew about his time in the land of monsters, no one even knew he’d been there.
But there were some.. side effects to his time there that couldn’t be shoved down.
Which is why when he began to feel that sharp pressure in his back he nearly leaped out of bed and snuck to the nearest bathroom, tearing his shirt off in hopes it wouldn’t get ruined. Pepping the first aid kit and as many bandages as he could find before crawling into the tub for easy clean up.
It did t take long for the pressure to become unbearable. He grabbed a clean was cloth and shoved it into his mouth. The fabric tasted awful but it was his best bet at keeping this all a secret
Kai gritted his teeth as it began, grasping and clawing at the edge of the tub. warm crimson dripped down his back filling the air with a metallic stench as a pair of forcipules tore their way though layers of fat, muscle, and skin. It took everything in him to bite down on cloth he’d grabbed and not scream his lungs out.
He didn’t want to wake anyone. Hell. He didn’t want anyone to know about this. Not yet. He wasn’t.. he wasn’t ready for that.
He’d rather suffer in silence then risk any of them finding out what had happened.. what he’d become
Kai gagged and gasped and the squelchy ripping sound coming from his waist, his mandibles extending and releasing the cloth. He reached for it, only to fall back into the tub as the twin to his new limb followed suit, causing the master of fire to writhe and squirm in pain, his vision going white as a scream tore its way through his throat despite his best efforts to keep this whole ordeal under wraps
His mind dizzied and body nearly imoblized by the pain he did the only thing he could think to do with his pityful rag just out of reach and not down on his hand to muffle what he could, praying to the first master that no one had heard him, or at least brushed it off when it seemingly stopped.
Kai whimpered against his wrist. Squeezing his eyes tight. Hoping this time he’d just wake up. It wouldn’t be real, he’d wake up and his body would be normal again.
He HATED this new.. form.
His torso being slightly elongated and segmented every few inches, with each section slowly gaining its own pair of forcibles. His mouth being able to just.. open like that. Having to be constantly awear of how he was holding his jaw so as not the let it just open like a tarp and let the cat out of the bag.
He already felt like a monster. He didn’t need everyone else seeing just how much of one he was becoming.
His eyes began to well up before soft knock on bathroom door shook him from his thoughts
“Is. Everything alright..?” Zane asked gently
Fuck.
Someone HAD heard
Kai took a deep breath. Unsure if he trusted his voice to stay stable with the throbbing in his back. “ I’m. Fine” he managed. “Leg cramp.” That. That was a reasonable excuse for screaming at what.. nearly 3 in the morning?
“Kai. I heard that scream. I can smell the blood from here. I know you are injured. Please let me help.. I am worried..”
Kai whimpered, his mind was starting to get hazy from the blood loss. He was in no condition to stop the bleeding himself let alone clean and bandage the wounds . at this rate if he didn’t accept help.. it wouldn’t end well
“Don’t. Freak out. Ok?” He gulped, trying to force himself to sit up only to wince and give up
“I promise not to freak out.” Zane assured him
Kai wasn’t sure if that was possible given how the tub and what remained of his pajamas were soaked in fresh blood and he was slowly turning into a fucking centipede person.
He let out a shakey breath “ok.”
The door knob turned slowly, the door creaked. Zane poked his head in, his eyes widening as he saw Kai “first master..”
Kai frowned, instinctively curling up in an attempt to hide himself “promised..” he said weakly
Zane’s expression softened, grabbing the first aid kit kai had prepared before kneeling in front of the tub “it’s going to be ok Kai.”
Kai nodded. Trying not to waste his energy on a response.
Zane quickly got to work, helping Kai shift positions so his back faced the former and allowed him to apply pressure to the wounds in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
Kai tried his best to stay still, but there was no pain like this. He flinched and squirmed from Zane’s hands dispite being so very gently. “Ive got you kai, yoh are going to be ok.”
Kai almost believed him.
Almost.
Sure he wasn’t going to die from blood loss now, but once one person knew it was only a matter of time before everyone in the monastery knew he’d become a fucked up creature .
Zane hummed softly, trying to calm the fire starter who’d started to cauterize his wounds as his powers manifested his anxiety into something more physical “almost done..” he said softly
Kai nodded. Not having the strength to give a verbal reply
Zane wrapped the bandages around kais torso. Trying to push the questions from his mind. Kai was in no state to answer them.. and the master of ice had a hunch he wouldn’t want to either way. “There.. now. Let’s get you to the infirmary. You likely need a transfusion with as much blood as you’ve lost..”
“Can’t.. move” Kai forced out
“You do not need to. Just, try to stay awake for me, ok?”
Kai nodded, and with that zane gently wrapped his arms around the shorter boy, taking great care to avoid touching his back, and carefully pick him up.
Dispite the pain he was in kai couldn’t help but lean into Zane. He was so tired of hidding it all.. maybe now.. that could come to an end..? It sort of had to. Didnt it
Zane carried the injured fire master to the infirmary, carefully setting him down in a way that was likely to cause the least amount of pain before quickly looking through their supplies to grab what he could.
Kai was pale, but not deathly so. He was going to be ok.. Zane had gotten there in time.. and thank the first master he did.
[I am not a medical professional so I am skipping the actual medical part, sorry folks it’s 3:30 am i am not researching it rn]
Zane melted into the chair next to Kai’s hospital bed with a sigh. His color was starting to return to normal and he seemed to be getting some of his strength back. “..I. Must admit I’m rather confused about what happened.”
Kai looked away from him, picking at the edge of his nails “it’s. Along story. I don’t think I have the energy to get into it..l
“Thats.. understandable..
“…are you going to tell the others…?”
“I.. I can’t lie to them about you being injured. But, if you want me to… avoid what your ..condition is..”
“No its. It’s fine.. but let me tell em.. please? Just. Cole, Lloyd, Nya, and pix. You’re the only ones that need to know right now.”
Zane nodded “of course. It is your choice kai.”
Kai gave a weak smile, “thanks tin can.”
my part of an Art trade with @hbtyson !!!! She asked me to draw her oc Doppel, who i adore!! ♥ ♥
My half of an art trade with @nbmercury of their Neopet OC!
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If Spearmaster ripped off the flesh covering where it’s mouth would be, would there just be a hole, a normal mouth, or a deformed mouth under there? Would it be able to consume food through whatever is under there?
Ehhh let’s agree not to worry about any of that 🫡