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The first digital drawing of my beloved OC Norcane! I drew this a year ago, but I’m still incredibly proud of it! Might post more artwork of Norcane due to the amount of art I have of him, both traditionally and digitally. I’ll also make a post more about Norcane’s personality and interests! :^D
Plz be nice! Thank you!!!
beaty knows no pain.
Combined days 4 and 5, self influenced cannibalism !!!!
Posting day 1 on the 2nd day? Yeah I'm tired goodnight
Goretober day 1, lacerations
>tw bruises n blood<
They're amazing im keeping them forever
⚠️BLOOD WARNING ⚠️
This is MC, as you can probably tell, they are quite dead currently and have just appeared in the afterlife.
I don't know how this afterlife makes sense but this character, setting and plot came to me in a dream, and i remember specifically knowing deep down that MC stood for main character even though I was not lucid dreaming in the slightest.
MC lived in a post-apocalyptic world with monsters and such, one of them killed MC after they got separated from their group/found family.
The dream was quite vague about everything as dreams usually are, but two things i know are that they can imitate voices and sometimes knock on doors to get victims to come out of hiding, so I've decided to call the monsters Imitators.
Also surnames have become mostly obsolete in this world, and most parents end up dieing due to the monsters, so children name themselves once they are old enough to choose, before then they are reffered to by a characteristic, such as hair colour.
mc's found family brother is called Robin, after the bird because he saw one in a book once and thought it was cute.
And the afterlife is pretty chill honestly, they spawned into a sort of dormitory i guess? There's other dead people and MC gets confused sometimes because they are not familiar with most technology, also most others refuse to believe a monster killed them due to their pre-apocalypse mindsets.
MC, Any pronouns (doesn't entirely understand the concept of pronouns and really just does not care)
Pov: you just died but the afterlife is incredibly underwhelming and you're not sure how to react.
I would say sorry for the lore dump, but i know some people actually like reading what i write, so no apologies this time :)
even possessed she slays 🔪🔪
kicking off fall the right way with occult sacrifices 🔪
That's What You Get (Yandere!Hawks x Pregnant!Reader)
SERIOUS WARNING: This is an extremely disturbing read with themes and topics that include: suicidal tendencies, cursing, verbal abuse, blood, self-harm, infantilism, forced pregnancy, purposeful miscarriage, descriptions of gore, physical abuse and mentions of rape.
Please read with caution as you have been warned of the heavy subjects present in this story.
You wondered to yourself what you did to deserve all of this.
What god had decided to push all their anger unto your poor, unfortunate soul with such mercilessness?
What events led you to meeting a red-winged devil pretending to be an angel?
A hot hand grabbed at your hand without warning, yanking it away from your mouth. A trail of bloodied saliva followed and you only then noticed the familiar taste of blood on your tongue.
"Can you fucking stop?" Dabi hissed, turquoise eyes glaring deep into your hazed ones. "Do you want Hawks to lose his shit again?"
Yes, is what you wanted to say. You wanted Hawks to watch as you bit into your fingers with little thought. You wanted him to see how numb you were from all his abuse. You wanted him to know that he did this.
He was the reason you were broken now.
You didn't answer his question or even bother to truly look at him, only bringing your other hand to your mouth and biting down.
Your nail cracked against your teeth and felt slight satisfaction when Dabi cursed again and had to grab both your hands to keep you from doing any further damage to yourself.
"God dammnit, Y/N!" He growled, grabbing the attention of nearby league members scattered about the hideout. "Can someone please take this stupid bitch? I am not babysitting that hero's fuck doll today!"
Entering the room with a long sigh, Mr. Compress switched places with the purple-skinned villain, a first aid kit in tow.
When Dabi exited from the room, a dry chuckle left you but disappeared just as quickly as it came.
That's how most feelings worked for you now. They'd come and go. You were never allowed to truly feel anything for longer than 10 seconds.
Compress eyed you disappointingly, "It's not funny, Y/N." He scolded as he began to wrap your fingers, "Hawks told you to take better care of yourself. The more you put yourself at risk, the harder this pregnancy will be in the long run.
You stilled at that, nausea rising to your throat at the painful memories of Hawks holding you down against the cold, tiled floor and his warm, smooth cum filling your bruised cunt to the brim despite your cries.
That was followed by many more nights painted the same way.
A month later, you found out you were pregnant after Hawks had tested your toilet water.
The bastard was happier than ever but that happiness went right out the window when he caught you attempting to throw yourself down a set of stairs later that day. You'd even looked him in the eyes as you'd started to fall.
It was too bad that he'd caught you. That fall definitely would've done the trick.
After numerous other attempts, the hero finally decided that while he was gone, someone had to be with you at all times for both you and the baby's parasite's protection.
"Done-" Compress finished wrapping the bandages around you fingers, "-Have you eaten lunch yet?"
No, you hadn't. You hadn't moved from your curled position on the couch since Hawks left way earlier that morning.
To please Compress, you ate a few bites of what he made you and sipped some of the soup Hawks had packed for you.
Soon, you were back in your corner of the couch, filling in the permanent dent that you’d made from sitting there for so long.
You shivered as you hugged yourself.
Despite wearing a sweater and leggings with thick socks, you always felt so cold. Even if you were sweating, you were still cold.
You wondered why that was.
And now that you were left alone with your thoughts, you began to wonder other things.
Was your family regretting giving you to Hawks?
How long had it been since you'd seen them?
Did they even care?
What would they think if you escaped now and showed up pregnant?
Would they even believe you if you told them what Hawks did?
They’d probably think you were a slut.
A good for nothing whore that would do anything to get money.
Your head felt like it was about to explode.
Everything felt so meaningless now.
Why did this happen to you? Why couldn't you get control of your life again?
You placed a hand on your stomach, feeling the small hump that would soon be bigger and heavier in just a few months.
And then you'd have to push it out while it tore your pussy apart. Then you'd have to heal for who knows how long, taking care of a screaming, shitting lump while Hawks goes out and lives however he pleases.
As he always has.
...
Were you really supposed to just sit here and accept that?
That's what Hawks wanted you to do.
But how the hell could you?
"Baby, I'm back!" Hawks beamed as he walked up to you, stealing a kiss to your cheek. His smiled faded slightly, however, when he saw your bandaged fingers, "Aw, (Y/N), were you biting your fingers again?"
You didn't answer. You never really did anymore, much to his annoyance.
He sighed deeply and turned to Compress, asking him about how you'd done throughout the day. His expression only soured further at the villain's words and he glanced down at you with unimpressed eyes.
"Alright, thank you guys again for watching her-" He picked you up bridal style, "We'll be back next week as discussed."
The flight home was eerily quiet. You could tell that Hawks was upset with you. But he couldn't be nearly as upset as you were. But you knew he never thought about how you felt.
Everything was always about him.
When you both got home to his condominium, he sat you on the couch, unwrapping and examining your damaged fingers.
His lips were downturned and his brows were furrowed. His golden eyes weren't as bright as they'd been previously.
He wasn't happy with you at all.
Good.
His face made you giddy for some reason and you couldn't stop the corners of your lips from twitching upwards. It was so great that you could almost laugh with genuine joy.
Hawks' snapped his eyes up to you with wide, unbelieving eyes.
Shit, you must've laughed without realizing it.
No, wait.
You were crying.
"Oh, (Y/N), it's alright.” He cooed, “I know you'll do better for me and the baby next time, right?" That was a threat and you felt your mood plunge at the mention of the baby parasite resting in you. "Right?"
"Yeah..." You mumbled robotically. You could give less shits about the baby.
Hawks wasn't happy with how you'd responded but shrugged it off with a mumble of 'pregnancy hormones' and started to make dinner.
Ever since he’d found out you were pregnant, he made you take it easy. No unnecessary movement, as he liked to phrase it.
“So…” Keigo started, washing some rice in a bowl, “you’ve got your first appointment coming up next week. How’d’ya feel?”
You touched your growing stomach underneath your loose t-shirt. Was it really time for that?
No, no this couldn’t be.
If Hawks made you wait too long, you won’t be able to get rid of it and then you’ll really be stuck.
Nausea came back full force and you retched aloud, stomach curling. You turned away from the table and threw up the little bit of lunch you’d had earlier.
Keigo was by your side in a flash, rubbing your back when you continued to retch and gag.
“The morning sickness is becoming more frequent now, huh?” He asked, “Here, rinse your mouth with some water.” His feathers brought over a small cup of water and a bowl for you to spit into.
After rinsing your mouth out, you glanced up at Keigo, something you hadn’t done in a long time and saw how he visibly brightened when you did so.
“Please, Kei… I don’t-I don’t want this.” You told him honestly, your voice heavy with misery.
He instantly frowned at that, lips turning downwards and eyes going sharp, “What did I tell you about talking like that, (Y/N)? What the hell is wrong with you?!” He snapped, feathers shaking.
You stared at him as if he weren’t there and shrugged, “I guess you won’t know until the baby’s dead.”
“You don’t mean that.” He seemed to be telling himself that because deep down… deep down he knew that you meant it. “(Y/N), you don’t mean that.”
You felt the corners of your mouth lift again, “I’m not going to my first appointment because there will be no baby. Hell, there weren’t even be a (Y/N) to take to the appointment.” Now you were really smiling, no more tears to give.
Hawks feathers shook more, a hopeless look graced his features as he brought a hand to his mouth, “(Y/N), I-“ He looked away from your wide smile and void eyes, he couldn’t stand to look at you anymore, “What is happening to you? A baby is supposed to make you happy! Why isn’t this working?”
He walked away without another word, leaving you alone in the kitchen.
A burning smell caught your attention and you stepped over your vomit puddle to turn off the chicken he was cooking on the stove.
You took the pan off the still hot burner and placed it on the back one.
If only a burn could kill you.
A glint in your peripheral vision caught your eye and you snapped your head towards the sink. Your eyes widened.
There, like the forbidden fruit, sat a large kitchen knife. You realized Keigo must’ve left it when he was arguing with you.
Now was your chance.
You gripped the knife in both your hands.
You hadn’t seen a knife in so long. Keigo had locked them up when you started ‘acting up’.
You lifted it above your head.
Deep breath in.
Hold it.
You swiftly brought the knife down into your stomach. It slid right in like butter and you surprisingly didn’t feel anything.
With a shaky breath, you looked down and stumbled awkwardly as you struggled to pull the knife back out.
Blood started to soak your t-shirt and stain it dark red. A metallic smell clung to the air and you raised the knife above your head again.
This was easier than you’d thought.
You brought the knife down at an angle and groaned, the pressure of your stab felt like a punch.
One more stab should do the trick.
“(Y/N), I got off the phone with your pediatrician,” Keigo started from the bedroom you both shared, “Turns out, you’re just going through a pregnancy depr- (Y/N)!” He screamed seeing the blood on the ground.
Feathers shot towards you and you smiled wildly as you were pinned to the ground.
Keigo turned you on your side and you let go of the knife, letting it stay in your stomach.
There was no need to do anything else. You’d gotten rid of it for good.
He sobbed loudly in your face, his eyes screaming with despair. He didn’t even recognize you anymore, just like how you hadn’t recognized him for a long time now.
His screams of why were only met with one answer.
“Because, that’s what you get.”
TW//Blood🩸
Here’s another one bloody for @trubblegumm ‘s DTYIS! 🐢🔵🩸🛁
Check this 👈🏼 for another bloody art.
Man, that’s scary. 😅 TW//Blood🩸
I’m doing it so good. It’s better them my other one. I feel bad for doing wrong.
TW FOR BLOOD AND DEATH!!!!! UNDER THE CUT!!!! ITS ART THOUGH I SWEAR!!!!!
They make me go crazy
Horror by horrortalecomic
Dust by Ask-Dusttale
I have been gone a while but I’m back
Warning: Major major one piece spoilers of wano and egghead!!!!!
Tw: death & blood
The idea of luffy’s vivre card flash-banging sabo in that pitch black bilge is making me laugh so much
Bonuses:
Full pic of that last page👇
Here’s the full pic of this since it being a gif absolutely tanked the quality of the image.
Some little notes:
I felt like it would be in sabo’s best interest to cover up those funky little wounds imu gave him so that he doesn’t, ya know, bleed out and die or something cringe like that. So I imagine he used his weird coat thing as impromptu bandages.
Has anyone else noticed that his reverie coat doesnt actually have arm sleeves????? That coat has no other purpose than to drape over Sabo’s shoulders to make him look cooler and by god is it working. I cannot knock the hustle.
I... Trauma
The bread sisters got a little hungry...
Tooth extraction was successful! Photo under this.
Trigger Warnings: Tooth, Blood, The Color Red, Bone (Tooth is bone?)
https://youtu.be/oyAP6PpAzK8?feature=shared this is what popped into my head tbh
Warning: Major major one piece spoilers of wano and egghead!!!!!
Tw: death & blood
The idea of luffy’s vivre card flash-banging sabo in that pitch black bilge is making me laugh so much
Bonuses:
Full pic of that last page👇
Here’s the full pic of this since it being a gif absolutely tanked the quality of the image.
Look who's helpless now...
a leader's last memories 💙
Mmm Betrayal…
//TW Blood and sadness
imagine kinning an edgy Lego monkey
couldn’t be me.
you didn’t need your heart today, right?
also anyone else see the shadow?