Body Horrow Cw - Blog Posts

my oc, hanashobu in her ghost form.

I know it's very scribbly and hard to make out. I'm sorry about that.

👾 WHAT IS UP WITH THE MIIS (I question, calmly)

Not much really, I started this fic in 2021 in the throes of my Miitopia hyperfixation and then never finished it.

I’m just gonna post the whole thing since it’s so short

For context, there is a dark lord who steals people’s faces

CW: mild body horror

It never hit Vas how awful it felt to lose one’s face until she lost her own face.

At first, there was a tingling sensation that quickly turned into a burning sensation as her face was ripped off her body, her being split in two. She was now two entities, both of which she was painfully aware of.

She could still feel the sensations of her physical body. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the firm floor beneath her feet, and the metal of her wand in her hand. But she was blind and mute, unable to see and unable to speak, to once again curse the being that had done this to her and countless others. So she just stood in place and clutched her mage’s wand and hoped her body would remain safe.

Her face, through which she could see and speak from, was another story. The Dark Lord Athlios, who she could only hear for right now and the one responsible for Vas’s current state, was pulling her face back towards him, making some sort of awful pun about faces. Through her disembodied eyes she could see her three teammates down below, looking on in disbelief as their leader’s face floated in front of them.

Their leader. Vas was supposed to be their leader, yet she foolishly let this happen to her. She should have seen it coming. After all, Athlios had already stolen the faces of all her friends. It was natural he eventually stole hers. But yet the event was still unexpected and oddly embarrassing. She was supposed to be the put-together one, goddammit!

Since her face and her brain were disconnected, Vas wasn’t entirely sure how she was able to speak. Scientifically, it shouldn’t be possible, but Vas had learned that here in Miitopia, sometimes it was better to leave some questions unanswered. But she was able to speak, and in her bewildered state, she was only able to cry out one measly word.

“Help!”

“Give it back,” Irene threatened the Dark Lord, pointing her staff at him. The staff glinted in the dim lighting of the castle, provided only by the firelight emitting from both the chandeliers and the volcanic landscape outside. Athlios’ villainous laughter filled the stone chamber.

“I don’t think I will. In fact, I think I need another one.”

Before Irene could say another word, her face separated from her body and flew through the air, hovering right next to Vas’s. Irene’s body, now faceless, stood next to Vas’s body, clutching her staff in the same manner Vas clutched her wand. Athlios did another evil laugh.

“Let’s see you guys FACE this!”

Vas felt her face being pulled backwards, before colliding with something. An imp. There was another brief tingling sensation as her face settled on the creature’s head, and Vas felt her consciousness merge with that of the imp’s. She could feel its body as if it were her own, and she felt its thoughts and emotions. The imp mostly just felt rage towards Vas, Irene, and their two remaining teammates. After all, the Dark Lord’s imps were made specifically to try and destroy them, after all.

The imp started to attack, striking Drac, the team’s vampire-turned-chef, into the chest with its pitchfork. Vas couldn’t control the actions of the imp, she quickly realized, she was just along for the ride. When the imp turned back to take its place on the right side of the Dark Lord, Vas saw another imp on the left side of Athlios, this one with the face of Irene. Her face looked scared, the same emotion Vas was feeling, yet hers also had a hint of acceptance on it. Which made sense, Vas thought, seeing as this is now the second time Irene’s had her face stolen and tacked to one of Athlios’ entities. The first time it had happened, her face had been attached to Cerberus, along with the faces of Drac and Loup. The same trio that had come along with Vas for this fight.

SEMI CANON TMA DESIGNS FROM THE TTRPG?????? WOAHHHHHHH

Oh- some spooky stuff

A little thing for how the infection spreads, may be a little body horror-ish

Stage one of the infection, mistaken for a flu but is far worse- can stay dormant for as long as needed

The aggression begins to kick in and their memory is starting to become hazy- leaves start to sprout in hair and paws become sharper, their eyes not working as well

Aggressive tendencies increase, prone to biting and clawing at anything in their way by this stage- starting to lose their sight and relying on hearing and smell

The infected individual does not exist. Only the flower. Desperately it claws at the ground and attacks those who interrupt it

Degradation

I started this last November up to half of the shading then had a crisis about my storage and apps crashing and forgot about it until now.

Anyways, this is what i wish degradation was visualized as cause i am a sucker for horror. Also the clothes being affected makes no sense.

... I did something again. 15th September, 2020.

More phone art? Its more likely than you think.

Did I ever mention that I've made a shitty self insert for no fandom whatsoever that I've been drawing on my phone when I'm on the hour train ride to TAFE?

Yeah. That's a thing that's kinda been happening.

(I am going to make two random people interact and this is what happened!)

Komeda: Oh…hey…How did he get here? Taka: Komaedaaaa, what did you do?! Komenda: Me? Uh, I didn't do this! Taka: Explain what happened, Komeda! Komeda: I've never seen him before in my life! Taka: Why did you kill this person, Komeda? Komeda: I do not kill people. That is…that is my least favorite thing to do. Taka: Tell me, Komeda, exactly what you were doing before I came home. Komeda: Alright, well…I was upstairs… Taka: Okay… Komeda: I was uh…I was sitting in my room… Taka: Yes? Komeda: reading a book… Taka: Go on…

Komeda: And, uh, well this guy walked in… Taka: Okay… Komeda: So, I went up to him… Taka: Yes… Komeda: And I…I stabbed him 37 times in the chest. (Silence.) Taka: Komedaaaaa, that KILLS people! Komeda: Oh! Well, I didn't know that!! Taka: How could you not know that?! Komeda: Yeah, I'm in the wrong here. I SUCK. (silence) Taka: Why is Hope written with a knife wounds on his chest? Komeda: What's that? Taka: His chest Komeda. Why—why is Hope written into that? Komeda: Well, I kind of umm…love hope. And despair so,,,. (silence) Taka: Komedaaaaaa!! Komeda: Well, I—I am a rement of despair! And well, you know, when you crave murder and hope… Taka: Why on earth would you do that?! Komeda: I was hungry for death! Gimme a break! Taka: Komedaaaa! Komeda: My stomach was making the rumblies. Taka: Komedaaaa! Komeda: That only death would satisfy! Taka: What is wrong with you, Komeda?! Komeda: Well, I kill people and I'm not mentally stables\! That's—that's two things!

Amazing, you hit my interest boxes 💖 👏🏻

in the eye of the beholder (portgas d. ace x reader)

req: You wanted an Ace request? 👀

How about Ace with a zoan mythical devil fruit reader that never really changes into their devil fruit form or variables of it because she felt like it would scare them or something, but when Ace is near death, the reader comes in full force and saves him

I don't know what type the zoan will be, but can you have it be a big creature like a dragon? I just love the trope of a person going ape shit for their beloved/crush

a/n: omg i love that trope too ;;0;; i love any trope that involves one person losing control in order to protect someone else dat shit Hits also oops i think i got a bit overenthusiastic with the descriptions of reader’s body changing so i hope it’s not too much for anyone :0 !

ALSO MORE ACE REQUESTS PLS AND THANK U MUAH

contents: somewhat gory descriptions of bodily harm(? but nothing too gross i don’t think), some angst, fluff, hurt/comfort!!

wc. 1.8k

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despite being your boyfriend for nearly two years now, Ace still doesn’t know what your full Zoan form looks like. he knows you have the Dragon variant of Devil Fruit but that’s pretty much the full extent of his knowledge, aside from the rare occasion you use your hybrid form to fly but even during those moments you move so fast his eyes can barely keep up

Ace would be lying if he said he wasn’t a tiny bit upset he’s never seen your full form–back when he was a fresh member of the crew he’d even pestered you quite a bit in hopes you’ll cave in and show him–but he understands why you’re hesitant to use it

“you do know it hurts her, right?” Thatch said out of the blue one day when Ace had nothing better to do and decided to watch him cook to kill time. 

“what does?” the second division commander replied through a mouthful of bread.

“transforming into her Zoan form,” the head chef continued. “i’ve seen it myself only twice but both times it was kind of hard to watch.” 

the more Ace listened to Thatch’s descriptions of the sounds of your bones cracking and flesh tearing as your human screams gradually turned into monsterish roars that shook the very earth, the more guilty he felt for all the times he’d asked you to show him. he’d seen Marco transform so many times, he ignorantly assumed the process was just as easy and painless for you. 

“the last time she did it,” Thatch added, “she scared some civilians by accident and they got hurt trying to run away. i think that fucked her up a bit for quite a while.”

it’s safe to say, he stopped asking you to transform after that. though the suddenness of it all surprised you, it was nice being able to hang out with him without worrying about being asked to show your Zoan form. a few months afterwards, you even end up dating him–something your past self never would have considered

Ace still is very interested in what your full form looks like but he can see himself spending the rest of his life with you so he’s sure he’ll see it one day–and soon he learns he’s right, he just never thought it would be under such dire circumstances

for the first time in a long time, Ace finds himself panicking on the battlefield. his heart pounds painfully against his ribcage and no matter how much air he tries to inhale, his lungs are constantly begging for more air. Ace’s vision blurs but he refuses to lose consciousness, blinking rapidly to clear his sight as he stares down at his blood soaked hands.

he’s not wounded, though. you are.

lying on the dirt in front of him as the two of you take cover behind an abandoned cottage, you gasp for air as fresh blood slowly pools beneath you; the red, hot substance pouring out from the bullet wounds in your torso and legs.

what was supposed to be a simple recon mission turned out to be an ambush by the marines. 

“stay awake, you hear me?” Ace shouts as he tilts your head to look at him, staining your cheek with your own blood from his hands. “give me one minute and i’ll be back. i just need a minute and we’ll be safe, okay?” his words are confident and firm, in stark contrast to his teary eyes and trembling hands; but you trust him with your life so you simply nod.

from where you lay, you can see most of the battlefield. you watch as he burns down the endless waves of marines almost effortlessly, like he always does, and you nearly break your promise as you’re nearly lulled to sleep by the familiar sense of security he brings you. in fact, you’re on the brink of dozing off when you’re startled awake by the sound of Ace screaming.

your eyes snap open as you frantically scan the area, bile rising up your throat as you struggle to find Ace. when you do finally see him, it takes all of your willpower not to puke out of fear.

at the feet of what looks like a Vice Admiral, he lies near-motionless, the only sign of life being the faint rise and fall of his chest and the hacking cough that tears its way out of his blood-filled mouth. the Marine orders his remaining soldiers to fall back and to “leave them to me.” with a sadistic smile painted on his face. he speaks to Ace briefly though you’re unable to catch what he’s saying and then, with a haki-imbued kick, he sends your lover flying across the battlefield in your direction.

wheezing and coughing as tears drip down his grimacing face, Ace reaches out to you with a trembling, blood-covered hand. his fingers brush against your own tear-stained face and with all the remaining strength left within him, he smiles at you.

“i… i’ll protect you… no matter what.” he mutters as you watch the Vice Admiral close the distance, taking step after step towards the back of your lover.

it’s in the moments that follow does Ace learn that Thatch’s description of your Zoan transformation did little justice to the real thing.

he watches helplessly as you begin to scream while you lift your upper body off the ground and at first he thinks it’s from the pain from your wounds but once your skin starts to turn into scales, he realises it’s so much worse. as your body grows in size, your limbs crack and shift and massive wings sprout out of your spine. your head’s tossed back as you shriek to the heavens while your eyes turn a golden yellow and your pupil transforms into a slit.

the ground trembles as your voice transforms into a deep roar that shakes even the faraway trees of the surrounding forest. too wounded to turn himself around, Ace can only guess the looks of terror on the marines’ faces from the sound of their panicked shouting and uncoordinated gunfire. he watches in awe as the bullets that reach your body fall uselessly to the ground.

Ace feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as his instincts scream at him to get away from the looming threat still approaching him from the back. under normal circumstances, he’s sure he’ll be able to get away from the Vice Admiral through sheer willpower alone, escaping death is nothing new to the young man–right now, though, he knows he’s safe when you lower one of your massive wings to shield him from the rest of the world.

he listens as the cries for mercy gradually die down into a peaceful silence composed of the evening wind, insects chirping and the crackling of small fires that are soon to fizzle out. although Ace can tell he’s not fatally wounded, his body hurts to the point where it feels hard to move–arrogance always was the achilles heel of logia users. 

the setting sun shines on him once more as your wing retracts while you slowly transform back to normal. he calls out your name but you don’t respond and for a moment, he feels the same sense of panic from before rising up in his chest. his poor heart only settles once he has your unconscious body cradled in his tired arms. you’re still badly wounded but your chest rises and falls steadily as you rest in his embrace.

Marco finds the second division commander and the Whitebeard Dragon asleep in each other's arms surrounded by nearly hundreds of dead marines, all burnt to a crisp. though most would naturally assume Firefist Ace was the main culprit, Marco suspects–just by looking at the faint scaly pattern still lingering on your skin–that you might have done all the work this time

Ace wakes up first, not in an infirmary bed like he thought he would but still on the battlefield, face-to-face with his close friend who’s leaning over to pull you out of Ace’s arms. it takes both men a second to realise the true extent of his protectiveness over you; and it takes another second before Marco starts making fun of the younger man for being so whipped

it takes a long time for you to wake up even after Marco uses his Devil Fruit abilities to help heal most of your wounds. “it takes a bigger toll on her than normal Zoan Devil Fruit transformations would,” the doctor had explained to a distraught Ace, “her body goes through a lot to become something so massive, y’know?”

being patient was never Ace’s strong suit but he has zero complaints while waiting for you to wake up. for weeks he stays by your bedside, talking to you about his day, playing with your hands, and taking naps whilst curled up by your feet. the other crew members who come in to check on you daily constantly poke fun at him and yet it’s these same people who leave snacks, drinks and comics for him to use while waiting by your side.

almost a full month passes by before you wake up to the feeling of something warm and heavy resting on your chest; and moments later, Ace is roused from his nap when he feels your fingers brushing through his hair.

“hey,” he whispers, head still resting in the valley of your breasts, tilted up just enough for his eyes to meet yours. his legs are tangled with yours as the infirmary bed blanket lays uselessly on the floor.

“hey,” you reply, voice hoarse from the dryness of your throat.

“you’re really cool,” Ace says, eyelids forming into crescents as he smiles–the simple expression almost infectious in the way you feel the corners of your own lips tugging upwards in spite of being reminded about the sheer agony of your Zoan transformation.

“it must’ve been shocking, huh?” you ask, “watching me transform? i’ve heard some people say it’s gross and scary–”

“no!” he cuts you off, eyebrows furrowing, “it was amazing.” Ace runs his warm fingers up and down your bare arms before trailing downward to meet your hands, all the while staying laid on top of you with his eyes locked onto your own. “you were amazing. i’d never felt safer in my life.”

you can’t help but sniffle as you feel your eyes begin to burn with tears. “it wasn’t disgusting? i… wasn’t disgusting?” shaking his head, Ace inches forward until the tip of his nose brushes against yours.

“you were beautiful,” he murmurs, “you are so beautiful.” 

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🧿INSIDE 🧿

👁OUTSIDE👁

of bodily experiences

self hating fantasies 🐉🩸

cw warnings ✌️💥🫡

fey transformation sequence from Through the Silent Wood by @summerofspock

Gotta start compilin fics that carve me out like a dead fish cus damn feeling kinda like an empty dead fish (highest regards)

Warning: body horror

Just got my first tablet, I think it helps me render better. I’m not actually sure if I want to render the robes, my hands are cramping. Oh, and this is my original character, but I might not even draw it again unless I want to draw body horror again.

lil video thing based off my last post

THE BOYS

ffo_art

"Lucky" by Colin Wilson

took a while to find a haircut and outfit for this weird little freak that walks the fine line of cunty and servant of eldritch horror

bonus, edited to silly size

I just realised I've forgotten to post! Whoops!

Here's my characters:

Ophanim

Aspen

Solace

I'll make another post for the rest. :)

yeah im sorry i oversaturated your sister. yeah it fucked up her neck too. no it will happen again. sorry.

Help me I don’t have any talent :(