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Alice in Gotham:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
I will let you know when the whole story eventually gets posted on Ao3. I'm still deciding on whether I should flush out the first 4 chapters in the full version or leave it as is. For now, I'm aiming to do around 10 ish chapters for the full story or so. When it's ready I'll add the link here.
Alice in Gotham Pt 1
It had been 3 months now. 3 months since Danny escaped the examination table in the basement of the brick house he used to call home. 3 months since Sam, Tucker, and Jazz found him in the basement and freed him and he left with a go bag.
He used 2 canisters of ecto-dejecto to keep his flight stable. Searching for any space with a heavy amount ambient ectoplasm to recover. He found his way to a dark city covered his heavy clouds. Maybe a storm was on it way? Outside was the worst option for recovery either way. Making his way to a clock tower with would be out of range of most GIW scanners on the streets far below, he slipped in with his last burst of intangibility. He found himself in a crawlspace where there was no clear entry point without a saw of some kind. Setting his bag down, Phantom collapsed silently. Tears without so much as a sniffle steaming down his face as he curled up, his bandages keeping his stitches under a comfortable pressure despite the pain. The last thing he managed to do was slip his phone put from him bag, send a message to Team Phantom that he was going to sleep before he shut it off and hid it within his leg.
He slept for a month straight, regrowing the organs and bones that had been removed after the skin on the surface sealed itself together again. At least his limbs had grown back by the time Team Phantom freed him. Green ectoplasm blood that had spilled was slowly reabsorbed. To redistribute the energy into healing. He woke up groggy, and still weak. He was more ghost-like now than he'd previously been. His ears pointed with his wild white hair that had barely grown with the energy focused on the largest wound he'd ever received. Green eyes struggled into focus, and for the first time in a month and a half, his stomach growled. His human half was starving, despite him spending a month in his ghost form. He needed to eat before he could change back. He rubbed the heavy sleep from his eyes, his suit back to its usual black and silver like nothing ever happened. His bag, untouched and settled with dust. Grabbing it, he found the fresh fruits Sam had packed him that he had covered in frost. Not even dissolving the frost, he bit into an apple. It was cold, but hadn't rotted, like it was frozen in time. He forced himself to eat slowly. The ectoplasm from the frost helping his ghost side as the apple itself was quickly being dissolved is his newly grown stomach and sending nutrients through his core to his human half. Danny didn't even leave the apple core, he ate the stem and seeds leaving nothing behind. He did the same for the other fruits he had in his bag. As well as a granola bar, plastic wrapper and all. He couldn't afford to be picky. It wasn't as if this was the first time he'd eaten plastic, he once swallowed a spork whole after all. It wasn't like he was fed while in the lab…He only stopped when he heard a sound above him. Quiet footsteps normal ears wouldn't be able to hear, but his enhanced hearing was even stronger in his ghost form. Quickly, Danny checked his bag for other missing items. Nothing was gone, all of it was there. He quickly shoved his entire backpack into his chest, a convenient pocket dimension he'd only just started using. His fight with Dan may have been why he discovered it but he really didn't like using it for a long time. Going invisible and flying out of the dusty crawl space, Danny just missed Spoiler taking a peak into an empty space. An empty space with a single area that lacked dust where it looked like a body had been for a long time…
Danny didn't return to the clock tower. He found an area of this city, which looked so familiar but he couldn't remember why, that had lots of homeless people sleeping around or walking. A perfect place to blend in. He found an abandoned building where the stairs from the first floor were unstable to the point of collapse with just a step. he floated up to the 2nd floor, covered the windows with tattered cloths he found and returned to human form. He felt sick and weak, changing forms after his injury was healed. He found one of the rooms had a broken vanity, his clothes from his old life still looked mostly clean. However, they were torn and scorched in some areas. He looked even thinner now, and when he lifted his shirt he felt sore. The injury was healed but the bruise was still there. The stitches weren't, which wasn't weird since his body had a habit of absorbing the stitches from the ecto-line over time. But still, even when he looked like he was starving, which he was, he still looked the same… Same face, same height, same clothes even, from when he was fourteen. But there was more of an uncanniness to him now. His heart faltered a bit as he noticed fangs… Fangs in his human form… Vald didn't have fangs while human…Tears pricked his eyes as he looked back at the cracked mirror and he pulled his shirt back down, it'd taken the Fentons 3 years… 3 years to notice Danny hadn't gotten any taller while Jazz was as tall as Jack. 3 years to notice he still had his baby face… 3 years to figure out he and Phantom were the same…
Looking away, Danny pulled his back pack out of his chest and set out all of his supplies. He had 2 first aid kits, and stuffed the largest one back into his pocket dimension. The other only had one vile of ecto-dejecto and had some supplies for normal humans, so it was safer in his bag that the kit with 6 viles and two rolls of fishing ecto-line. He kept simple things that could be hidden on his person, like the wrist rays which looked like a simple bracelet. And other weapons went into the pocket dimension alongside the space blanket Jazz must have smuggled in, as it had her head band wrapped around it to keep it from unrolling. He left his bag with one first aid kit, and most of the food he had. He kept a few reserved in his pocket dimension, just in case. He found Tucker, his wonderful friend, had left him a basic tool box. And in a bat themed wallet he shoved into his leg, was money from Sam. He had such amazing friends… Sam even left a large black Hoodie inside for him. They had stuffed this bag with so much supplies, it looked so small. It would be perfect for carrying anything he needed. And it was purple with a small keychain of saturn on one zipper, and a ghost keychain on the other. Sam had to have been the one to buy it. He took a steadying breath, and pulled his phone out of his leg before turning it on. There was a fury of buzzing as messages it had received over the past month- had he really been asleep for a month?- came flooding into his phone. He read through all of them. Messages of how Red Huntress distracted the Fentons long enough for Jazz to erase all the data they had on him. That Sam had been working on that go bag since last year when they realized Danny hadn't grown at all and went to visit Frostbite for the confirmation. Messages from Tucker explained that there were 2 usbs in the toolkit for Danny, one with every invention ever created by the Fentons, and the other with their own personal files. Danny would have to build himself a computer for this soon. And Messages of how they miss him and are worried since he hasn't answered in weeks.
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Clueless1: Just woke up. Didn't know I could sleep for a month straight. Everything is healed, but still sore. Not fully dead yet.
Nightshade: Danny! You scared the shit out of all of us! You seriously just slept for a whole month!?
Have you eaten yet?
Where are you?
Clueless1: I ate, not sure where I am. I woke up from my nap in the crawlspace of some clock tower. I found a new place to crash for now. Not sure what city I'm in yet.
Pharaoh-Tech: Dude, that's a coma, not a nap.
GhostGetter: DANNY! Are you sure your injuries are healed?! I'm glad you could rest but you tend to say you're okay when you really aren't.
Clueless1: Yes Jazz, I checked. Just a bruise is left and I'm sore. Nothing that won't go away in a few days.
GhostGetter: So long as you're sure. Now find out what city your in so we can send you supplies. I'm sure you need more ectoplasm.
Clueless1: Wherever I am, it has a ton of ambient ectoplasm in the air. If I can build and hide a condenser with a scrambler I'll be able to collect my own ectoplasm here for a while.
Pharaoh-Tech: You memorized so much of their tech I felt like the flash drive might be pointless.
Clueless1: Still appreciate it. I'm gonna go scout the area and figure out where I am. Then I'll find a place to get scraps to build a computer and condenser.
GhostGetter: And there better be weekly or at least bi-weekly check-ins from you from now on.
Clueless1: And I will check in weekly.
Nightshade: Don't get into anymore trouble Ghost Boy.
Pharaoh-Tech: Sam, he might be feral but trouble usually comes to him.
GhostGetter: What they mean is be safe little brother. When you find out what city you're in, my gap year will be over. I'm not leaving you alone forever.
Huntress: Nice to know you're still haunting this realm Phantom. Keep yourself hidden, the GIW hasn't left Amity yet and the lock down means your interdimensional phones are the only form of communication we have for now. I'll keep you updated on their movements.
Clueless1: Thanks guys, I'll keep myself out of trouble.
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Turning off his phone again, Danny sighed and fell back onto the dusty couch which had been eat at by moths and rats had probably burrowed in. He stuck the phone back into his leg before opening his bag and taking out the tool box. He found both USBs and stuck them into the pocket dimension as well. He was exhausted again, so soon after just waking up. He didn't care, he fell back asleep with the hoodie Sam gave him wrapped around him.
Danny woke up hours later instead of days. Hungry again, he went out to explore. His ghost metabolism was going to be a problem. Dispite being 17, Danny new his appearance would most likely stop him from getting a legal job. He didn't want to stop to crime, but he may not have a choice. His obsession was going to need to be satiated somehow. Wondering the streets, Danny found himself entering a dark alley. His ghost sense startled him and he looked around. He didn't have the energy to fight, so he hoped the ghost wasn't hostile. The shadows around him grew darker than before, devoid of light in a void of endless darkness. The alley had no clear escape route anymore as it now seemed like an endless hall. Before him, the tendrils of shadows converged into a figure. A dark dress of shadows on her figure. Her skin a sickly grey with piercing yellow eyes looking down at him from behind a vile that flowed from the brim of her hat. Her hat was large, and feather stuck out of the brim. She smiled, too wide for it to be human, and too many narrow sharp teeth to be comforting.
“Ÿ̵͎̹̚o̵̖͝ṷ̴̢̓̀r̸̟̫̂̓ ̵̧̥̈́M̸̦̌͜ȁ̸̙j̷̥̈ę̸͑̓s̶̯̯͊ẗ̷͙̪́̒ẙ̵̪̥͋,̴̪͘ ̵̲̦͑y̵̝͕̚ò̵̘̠ű̷̦̟̓ ̶͉̘̈̚a̴̟̽̚r̷̢̙̀́e̶͍͂ ̴̙̎r̴̺͗̏e̷̝͕̓̑c̷̘͊ö̷̤̔ṽ̵ͅè̸̙̇r̵̜͛î̵̬̂n̵̹͓̒g̷̻̑̓ ̷̘̻̾͑w̶͕͈̌͝é̷̲l̸͚̣̆l̴̤̓,̴̬́͝ ̷̞̂͝Į̶͔͝ ̷̳͕͌s̵̘̓ȅ̵̗e̵̖͋͊ͅ.̴͇͊̓(Your Majesty, you are recovering well, I see.)” The spirit bowed to Danny who kept a tight grip on the strap of his bag. Danny bowed back and she chuckled, amusement emanating from her to Danny, “L̶̦͌͂̐i̴̛̫̰͌t̸̰̀̍̓t̸͔͐l̸̙̓̓̚ë̵̻̼́͑̐ ̷̫̽K̷͔̮̆́i̵̤̬̾̂͒n̵̙̈́̉g̵̨̩̑̌͊͜,̷͚̝̆̇̒ ̴̯̘̒̋͘y̴͈̣̪͊̏͐ö̸̩̖́͌u̶̬̓ ̶̡͙͌d̸̰̏͋̅o̷̠̓͜ ̴̯̋̓͂n̸͎̪̬͆o̷̼̟͒t̴̺̝̣̔̒ ̷͕̬̊̇̕n̵̠̰̈́̎͘ḙ̸̖̭̈͘ė̶͖̣̘́̃d̶̝̟͆͒ ̸̝͈̺̀̓̀t̴̛͍̥͙̓o̴̳̙̥͂̓ ̴͖͝b̴̧̦̘͐o̵̩̞͒̑̚w̵̮͗ ̴̱͎̀t̶̰͜͝o̸̤̿̂͘ ̸̥̫͈̄̏m̴͇͆́è̵͈̾͊.̶̜͌̚͝(Little King, You do not need to bow to me.)”
“Sorry,” Danny raised his head, “I wandered into your haunt to recover without asking for entry.”
He felt a wave of emotions from her - amusement - sorrow - safe - stay here? Danny looked up at her then to himself, safe? - hurt - alone - sorrow - betrayed - stay? came from his own empathic projection to her and she nodded.
“Y̷̫̕o̷̞̊u̶̠͛ ̷̪̉m̷̙̀a̴͝ͅy̷̛̼ ̵̞̍s̷͓̉t̷̕ͅa̸̪͐y̵̙͠,̶̰̅ ̵̯̕L̴̳͂ȋ̸̤t̴̤̽t̷̟̍l̶̲͒e̷̙̽ ̵̧̈́K̵͙̚i̷̳͂n̸̙̈́g̵̰̊.̶̭̋ ̶̡̑Ṁ̸̗y̷̦̔ ̶̨̊K̸͖͂n̷͙̋į̵̓g̵̹͝h̸̛̬t̴̗̃s̶̡͝ ̶̥̇w̵̻̓i̸͎̿l̸̩̎l̷̲̍ ̶͇̑p̷̲̑r̴͇͂o̸̫͗t̷̗͌e̷̘͋c̸̙̿t̵̫͌ ̵̥̕ỷ̵͕o̵̘͋u̷̯͗.̷͈̈́ (You may stay, Little King. My Knights will protect you.)”
“Your Knights? Forgive me my lady,” Danny quickly bowed again they hadn't even introduced themselves yet. His mind running through all the royal training Dorthea and Pandora had put him threw. It was clear this spirit was old, ancient and powerful. He wouldn't stand up to a fight if he pissed her off. His core fluttering worry - messed up - sorrysorrysorry - fix this- “I failed to introduce myself, I am Phantom. I'm afraid I don't recognize you.”
Not angry - small child - care for - stay - safe here - amusement. She chuckled at him again, reaching down and gently moving his hood ruffling his hair with just a finger, “I̸̬̅ ̸̮̀a̵̢͗m̷̲̐ ̶͈͒L̴̙͐a̵̹̅d̶̫̓y̶͚͒ ̸̘͒G̶̱̈́o̴̖̔ẗ̸̺́h̵̢̀ä̴̰m̶͉͐.̴̮̓ ̸̬͗Y̶̪̿o̴̝̚u̴̲̓ ̷͙̔m̴̖̎a̷̮͝y̴̩͂ ̶̼͝s̸̹̒t̴̞͘a̶̢̐y̴͉͐ ̷̱̍h̴̳͒e̴͂ͅṙ̶̼e̷̹͝ ̵̠̃y̴̤͝ò̸͖u̶̺͒r̶͙͛ ̸̯́M̶̛͙a̴͕͠j̷̻̅e̴̼͗s̸̞͗t̷͉̊ȳ̸̧.̸̲̾ ̴̳͗Ȋ̶̯'̸̞̊d̴̲̓ ̴͎̍k̵͇̋ȩ̸̓e̶͈͑ṕ̴̱ ̴̩̕y̴̝͆o̸͂͜u̸̗̿ ̸͙̏i̸̟͋f̸̘̎ ̵̰̈Ï̶͕ ̸͙͊c̷̬̅ö̶̮́u̶̢̚l̸͔̉d̶̻̓,̸͍̈́ ̵̧͝ḇ̶̑u̸̪̍t̷̀͜ ̸̦̍I̸̗͑ ̶̘͐k̶̙̍n̶͇͗o̴̢̚w̶̩̃ ̷̙̐y̵̧͒ọ̴̔ū̸̩ ̶̪̀w̷̼̓ĩ̴̺l̶̙̑l̷͕̇ ̸̩̚b̷̭͊e̷̞̍ ̴̯͝t̵̲̅o̴͓̒ó̸̞ ̴͉̏p̸̀ͅơ̷̱w̴̫̏ę̶̉r̸̫̆f̵͉̀u̴͎̓l̸̗̒ ̷͉͗f̸̂͜ȏ̴̤r̶͚͒ ̶̥̈t̶̳͘h̸̡̅ả̴̪t̵̟̕ ̸̛̰w̶̡̒h̸̺̄e̷̬̾n̷͚̕ ̴̙͛y̷̰̓o̵͕͝u̵̮͝ṟ̷̽ ̶̛͈s̵̨͒t̵̪̄r̵̀ͅẻ̷̟n̷̺̈́g̵̣̍ṯ̷̚h̶̜́ ̴͉̔r̵̖̆e̴̮̒t̸̲̄u̵̳̅r̴͎̿n̴̬̏š̴͇.̷̼͒ ̶̱̔F̴͕̎o̵̢̅r̸̖̓ ̶̪́ǹ̷̡o̵͇̽w̵̭̚,̵͇̒ ̷͖̎y̵̦͂ò̵̢ų̷̅ ̵̅͜á̷̤r̶̬̿e̷̫͛ ̸͚͠m̷̡̀i̸̝̐n̷͉͗ê̸̼ ̷̯́w̴̤̋h̵̟͑í̴̜l̸̢͝è̷̝ ̶̯̾h̵̘̀e̸̘̓r̴̯̔ẽ̵̘.̶̙́(I am Lady Gotham. You may stay here your Majesty. I'd keep you if I could, but I know you will be too powerful for that when your strength returns. For now, you are mine while here.)”
“Thank you,” Danny let her ruffle his hair a while longer before he felt something with his core. She had fraid bond with him now. Though is was more distant than the parental bond Clockwork, Pandora, and Frostbite had on him. More like an aunt, than a siblings like he was with Ellie.
“R̸e̴s̴t̷ ̷w̵e̷l̸l̷,̸ ̷L̶i̶t̵t̶l̴e̵ ̶K̵i̴n̵g̶.̵ ̷I̴ ̶w̴i̷l̴l̵ ̶a̴l̵w̸a̵y̷s̷ ̸b̸e̵ ̷n̸e̸a̴r̸.̴ (Rest well, Little King. I will always be near.)” Just as she appeared, Lady Gotham was gone. The alley now returned to its normal amount of dark, gloomy, and creepy.
It didn't take long for Danny to fall into a routine after that. He found a burger place he would occasionally steal invisible meals from. Seriously though why is one burger $15 there?! He would take from all the big corporate stores for food and supplies. He'd sneak into gyms to shower and collected coins for laundry. Simple things. But his favorite thing, was to go to the dump. All kinds of discarded tech for him to scavenge and bring back home. Since his bag was usually empty, he could fill it up with pieces of what ever he needed. Anything bigger, and he could either carry it, or open his pocket dimension outside of his body to bring it back to the house he had made into his base. He even scored some new tools when a rogue attack caused the wall of a hardware store to break down. Not that he needed it too, but the preloaded electronic kits were right there. He knew batman was close by in a fight, but he took the risk and swiped the biggest kit he could carry in his bag. Over the next month, he'd built his condenser and started on the computer. Using ectoplasm in his tech meant it didn't need wifi or service to run. It would work anywhere in either dimension, just like the phones. In addition, he also made a wearable scrambler and ecto signature suppressor as a matching bracelet set. With no way to take them off without phasing them off. He wasn't risking the only tech that let him use his powers without the GIW finding him. He might not be able to change into Phantom without an emergency, but he wasn't going to be helpless if in a ghost attack with no weapons around. Danny made a mental note to make a wrist ray that could only be phased off next. Vlad somehow always found a way to short out his powers. At least he'd still have a weapon of he could make it only work with his specific signature. He definitely needed Tucker to help him Vlad proof his tech.
Danny continued to check in weekly, lest Jazz hunt him down with a boo~merang and kill him again for forgetting. Once they found out he was in Gotham, Tucker kept pestering him to find Oracle which Sam shot down repeatedly because that would risk the GIW finding him. Sam and Val both told him to keep off the Bats and Birds radar, which Danny agreed with. Jazz was happy to announce receiving a full Scholarship to Gotham academy and would be moving next year. Surprisingly, Vlad offered to pay for her tuition and housing, which was quickly rejected because he'd bug the place again. However Knowing he'd only be on the streets for a year was reassuring. He just had to wait for Jazz. Danny felt more hope than he had in the last 2 and a half months.
Then, one day, Danny was at the laundry mat. He had 2 sets of clothes now, and would alternate washing them. The owner's ac had stopped working and everyone was sweating with the dryers running.
“Stupid thing!” He punched the boxy unit, and sat back down with the only working fan at his desk.
Danny didn't have anymore new projects since the computer, scrambler, condenser, and ghost shield protecting his base. He'd been itching to do something more and raiding the dump was tomorrow's task. Plus, he was running lower and lower on cash. With a breath, he pulled pull his tool box and walked over.
“I can fix it,” he spoke quietly, he hadn't talked to other people in a long time. Most people ignored him outside of insults for being homeless.
“You? What do you want if you can?” He grumbled. In crime alley nothing came without a price.
“Either food, or some cash… but I can fix it,” Danny repeated more confidently the second time. Ac units were simple, it would be an easy fix.
“Fine. I'll buy you something if you can get it working,” he waved Danny off who quickly went to work on the unit. Within 20 minutes, it was working better than when it was new out of the box, “Shit kid you really did fix it! Damn. Here,” he held a $20, “Get yourself something to eat, keep the change to use it here next week.”
“Thank you,” Danny took the cash and grabbed his dried clothes before going back to his base.
Word spread quickly about the bright blue-eyed boy who could fix anything in exchange for cash, food, or even unwanted tech. He'd earned the name Scraps by the next week. Need the fryer to work but don't have the money to replace or fix it? Ask for Scraps. Need your phone fixed? Ask for Scraps. Need to prank your friend by hiding a speaker with a battery that lasts all week? Surprisingly Scraps will make you one.
Danny may have stopped a few muggings or assholes harassing night workers while he wondered around like he was patrolling, but never got more involved. He stayed away from gang fights or anything to do with crimes outside of his need for basic survival. Not that he needed to steal as often with the tech people brought him to fix. Everything was going great, and he even had a crime free under the table job. While Danny was still lonely, if he kept himself busy with projects his mind didn't drift back to the lab. If he kept busy, talked like he was normal, like he was human, no one would notice a thing. No one would notice how broken he felt when ever he had a glance at that Y which now scarred his chest.
Now, 3 months of living in Gotham, Danny had gone out to the warehouses for a job. Someone needed a machine fixed, they didn't specify what kind, but they did offer him a lot of money and even some of their unused power tools if he did it. Danny would be able to use them, or at least their parts anyway. He wasn't about to turn down parts. He had three ecto condensers around the area now. One at base, the dump, and the cemetery. Each with their own ghost shield and ecto scrambler to keep off the GIW's radar and to keep shades from stealing his ecto. He had a been using old jars or even his ice as storage for it. With the money he'd earn, he was going to by a set of beakers and proper storage for it. Then he can start making his own supplies of ecto-dejecto, ecto fishing line and more. Jazz wouldn't need to send him anymore via cujo, and the Fenton Portal could officially be shut down for good. It wasn't like Danny was going to be locked put of the realms forever. While he has still adjusting to the power, he was learning to make portals to and from the zone. They didn't need a permanent portal for now. If they ever did in the future, he'd make one, with the on button on the outside this time. Never making that mistake again.
He arrived at the warehouse with a no longer moving assembly line. The job was simple, one of the machines wasn't work no matter how many times it was calibrated, disconnected and reconnected, and even their usual mechanic couldn't figure it out. They were behind schedule for a “shipment” of some kind. Whatever the machine was manufacturing, not a single product was in view now. It took a few hours, 3 burgers - wrappers still on, a milkshake and the cup, and broken down microwave –no one questioned when Danny manifested it out of thin air– for parts before it was fixed. This particular machine was for screwing the tops onto bottles, so the microwave motor was part of the fix. Though it wasn't a permanent fix, they'd need a new one anyway, it would last until they made their shipment and got the money for a new one. Danny was happily paid, and even given a little extra for the microwave “party trick” before he left. Outside, however, was pouring fucking rain. Danny was soaked even if he was intangible. Stupid ecto contaminated rain, just like Amity. At least that annoying part felt like home, somewhat. And the rain would be collected by the 2 out door condensers and separated into 2 liquids. One side for ectoplasm, the other for purified drinking water. So he could handle being soaked for a while to get home. However the rain and wind made it difficult to see, and it wasn't going to let up anytime soon. So, Danny took shelter is a dark, hopefully empty, warehouse nearby. He was never that lucky. There looked to be some weird ass tea party going on.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Danny flinch when all eyes turned to him, “Just wanted to get out of rain.”
It was an odd collection, but nothing like fighting ghosts. A Leprechaun at the head of the table. A woman dressed like rabbit was next to his seat on the right with an empty space to his left. The rest of the table had people wearing rabbit masks. If Danny wasn't used to creepy he might have felt a chill.
“Oh my…” The Leprechaun stood up and walked over to Danny, his view completely fixated on the brilliant icy blue eyes that so vibrantly glowed no matter the lighting.
“I can leave, this looks like a private party,” Danny started to turn back as the Leprechaun reached out his hand.
“No need Dear,” he smiled, a face peaceful smile as the rest of the party members stared. The Leprechaun was quick to pick up that the child had no recognition of their group what so ever. He didn’t know to run from Mad Hatter, “Let me introduce myself, I'm am Jervis Tetch. We were having a tea party but hadn't started yet. Let's get you something to dry off with and you can join us. We have plenty of food to go around,” Hatter grinned as Danny slowly nodded, keeping an eye on the characters around the table.
He didn't feel anything much from the Leprechaun in front of him other than glee at the moment. The others were a little too far for his empathy to fully register. Unlike in Amity where everyone was at least a little liminal, in Gotham he actually needed to be within a radius to feel others emotions. The warehouse was massive, and if he got closer he'd feel their emotions in just a few steps. He'd feel it easier if he focused or stopped repressing his energy, but he wasn't going to risk it. He kept things pretty tight with the revenant, Red Hood, around crime alley. Didn't need to alert him of his presence, no thanks. Red Hood was a known hero in the ghost zone for Gotham spirits. Danny had heard stories, and he didn't need to hear much to know not to fuck with that guys territory.
As he approached, he felt no tension from anyone. They were relaxed, content even. No malicious energy or desire to fight. Although Danny half expected that with his permanent appearance. He followed the man with wild ginger hair to the back room where Danny was given a towel, and a fresh shirt that was way too big for him, and pants that held onto his waist with a draw string, hopes, and dreams. Still, it was better than nothing since he left his change of clothes back at the base.
Mad Hatter, on the other hand, had prepared a small black headband for the child with the most beautiful blue eyes he'd ever seen. His Alice.
“Thanks for the clothes. Can I hang mine to dry somewhere?” Danny emerged from the room.
“Of course, anywhere is fine dear Alice,” He smiled again.
“Alice? Oh, my name Danny,” he corrected.
“This is a costume party, Danny. We're all playing characters from a story, Alice in Wonderland. I am the Mad Hatter,” as far as Danny could tell, he wasn't lying, “We have the March Hair, and his fellow rabbits. You, my dear, have blue eyes just like Alice. He handed Danny the headband, “I don't have a full costume for you as an unexpected guest, but this will do. You are now Alice.”
“Oh,” Danny examined the headband, plain black with a bow. Nothing glowing, no buzzing sound for electricity, just cloth on a metal stick, “I guess I could wear this. I still get to eat right?”
“Of course! It's a tea party,” Mad Hatter smiled again, “We had planned it already when the storm hit. Now we're just waiting out the rain, just like you are. If you enjoy your time here Alice, you can join us again for the next one.”
“Sure,” Danny slipped on the headband.
~~~
Master list
Part 2
Got bored and drew a slightly gory drawing of Georgenotfound (he got decapitated because i cant draw heads) thus looks like crap-
To remind people, I do gore and dark subject matters, so I advise to unfollow me if you dislike that stuff, some of this is vent and others is just be getting bored and w.i.ps
⚠️TW for depictions of death, su!c!de and somewhat realistic gore⚠️
I despise guns due to my own personal stuff, so the pieces with guns in them is just me venting I guess or whatever, idk how to explain it
Maybe it's just in my neck of woods (Tumblr) but I'm surprised how it's only "cute Monty" all around and not "poor incomprehensibly brutally abused Monty".
Don't get me wrong, absolutely no judgement, I definitely think he's cute and kind (in his own clueless way) and I love our little crow boy.
BUT I haven't seen anything about the absolutely horrific, stomach-turning, beyond-cruel transformations Esther made him go through both times. She literally butchered him and tore him to pieces alive! Every time I think about it I feel myself shying away from remembering, horror gripping my spine.
I guess that's maybe it? It's so horrific that we all collectively decided not to talk about it? I'm really curious.
we don't talk about how sick qbagheras lore was enough
CW BLOOD & YUKKY SOUND-EFFECTS
I love Wally and his spiral themes! I was mainly inspired by Junji itos Usumaki. :^D
Goretober day 2; Sharp Objects
Featuring 4 variants cuz I couldn’t chose which one I liked better lolz
Ok now that Ive added them the lighter grey is objectively better
Goretober day 1 :3
Admittedly this is actually late cuz its currently 7:18pm one October 2nd here but y'know.....
Anyways Intestine spaghetti :3
“Aber liebst du mich nicht?”
the little Triple Changer asked, looking up to the bearer of the death mask, only watching down to him with apathy in the moment. He didn’t hate him, he didn’t love him, he only used him. How pitiful.
cw : blood, robot gore (badly), implied abuse.
The warmth of his flesh:
The warmth of his flesh (A short story)
Art works:
The glutton regrets
The intrusive thoughts of a cannibal
Artistic intention pages/break downs:
The glutton regrets-a breakdown
The intrusive thoughts of a cannibal-a break down
The Glutton regrets: A break down
The glutton regrets is an artwork I created based off my own short story, The warmth of his flesh. I highly suggest you read that before reading this as it will provide much more context!
So! Lets set the scene! What's going on?
The glutton regrets is an aftermath to The warmth of his flesh, and as the title suggests, is when Hyacinth comes to terms with what she just did, which was cannibalising her lover.
...
Like I said, you should probably read the story before.
I decided to use a more sketchy and a sort of semi-realistic art style compared to my other posts as this truly is a horrific scene with context.
Basic description:
She's sitting alone at the dinner table, all the lamps extinguished, Hyacinth illuminated by a singular light. She dead pans into the camera, her face full of regret and disgust. A plate of meat is set upon the table, barely visible, as if she herself is trying to hide and forget what she has done. Blood is seen from across the table, hinting at the sinister meaning behind all of this. Finally, behind her is a bright red shadow resembling a man, the only defined part being his hands, which are resting on her shoulders. They are calloused and grimy.
I specifically only used a monotone for most of the drawing so it makes the painting more moody and gothic. The red added high contrast, making it so it's the first thing you see. I made the shadow of her lover red to make sure viewers would associate the blood with the man. His hands are only defined to really nail down her regret.
If you've read the story, you are aware of her reasons for wanting to kill and eat her lover, which is the fact that he provides her with comfort. It's as simple as that. She wants to forever be with that comfort, and how else do you that than by eating your lover? The hard and calloused hands are a representation of the harsh reality crashing down on her. Sure she's being comforted, but it's not the way he would. It's almost artificial, fake even. It's there, but it will never come close to the real thing.
It's almost like it's uncomfortable.
Huh.
Fun facts:
The flower around her neck is supposed the represent a hyacinth itself (I know, it's very poorly drawn)! If you aren't aware, hyacinth represent sorrow. It draped around her neck, constant, never leaving.
I can't draw cutlery! :)) -> :((
That's it for today! (Not really I have a lot more to post today for school)
Read The warmth of his flesh!
https://www.tumblr.com/acrylic-ducks/775107031485087744/the-warmth-of-his-flesh-re-worked?source=share
The warmth of his flesh (re worked)
CW: Cannibalism (no gore actually described, just.. subtle descriptions? Probably could make you queezy idk) This is my first time writing a fic, so critique is welcome! :)
NOT A KINK/FETISH!! (i'm not weird trust)
I specifically wrote this for school in like 1 hour after the submission time so it's rushed... uh yeah that's it from me! :))
Summary:
Hyacinth can't help herself, she really can't! She wants to consume her lovers' flesh and she hates herself for it. What was she think of course he's going to say no! He's going to be so disgusted, what if he reports he- What? He said yes? He said he'd be honoured to?
Oh...oh.How very lovely.
Continue reading!
“I’m rather disgusting aren’t I? I must reek of death.” He didn’t flinch, he didn’t look surprised. He just stared. “I will never be able to get the feeling of death off of me.” He just sat there. He didn’t say a word. “Especially after becoming one with it.” Hyacinth paused, waiting for a change in his expression. She gripped the fabric of his dress, waiting for the worst to come.
“What an odd name you have, how come I've just noticed?” He ignored her, continuing with his ramble. “Hyacinth, Hyacinth, Hyacinth… surely you know what it means? He laughed. “What am I saying? Of course you know. A desire for forgiveness. Is that why you’ve come to meet me, at this hour?”
He looked back at her, her body tensed, her hands curled into his fists. “I’ve.. consumed flesh before.”
“How many times?”
“Three times- it’s a horrible feeling though, it's honestly quite disgusting-”
“Then why do you do it?”
“I…” She sighed, pushing her hair back with her hands. Her mind was racing. What a stupid, stupid idea. Why did she think this would’ve worked? She should’ve just kept it in. But she couldn’t. The thought was consuming her every moment of the day. Every glance at him would make it even worse. She tried to rub the feeling off, taking hour long baths, scrubbing her skin till the water turned brown. She was disgusting, thoroughly disgusting. What a disgusting, terrible human she was. Was she even human?
What kind of human would have thoughts of consuming their own lover? Her wretched flesh had to be punished, for thinking in such ways. She’d scratch her skin, days on end, attempting to rip it out, to pay for the terrible things she’d done, yet she just couldn't stop. She never threw the meat out of her cellar, she never stopped using it. And now she keeps on going, now with her fourth lover. But this time felt different. He was different. He provided her comfort like no one else could. To have that comfort within forever, would be an ultimate bliss.
He snapped his fingers. “You okay love? You seem disoriented.” Even now, after hearing what she’s done he still cares for her. His care disgusts her and comforts her at the same time.
“Did you hear me? I said i-”
“Yes, yes, you’ve cannibalized your lovers before, what else?”
Her blood ran cold, her eyes wide. How did he know about that? She never told him that detail.
“How did you know?”
“You forget I've known you long before we were even together darling. Of course I noticed when my friends went missing, it’s just now I know why.” He chuckled.
“You don’t care? You’re not mad?”
“How could I be? I haven’t done anything remarkable in my entire existence, except being with you. Now you’ve done something that people wretch at the thought of. How wonderful.”
She scoffed at him, angered by his unexpected acceptance. “You know what I’m going to ask you then, right?”
“Of course, I recognize your patterns, and I graciously accept.” He bowed dramatically, unable to hide his laugh.
“Don’t mock me!” She looked at him, tears starting to well up in her eyes. “It’s not like I want to! hate the very thought of parting with you!” It was true, she really hated herself for wanting to do such a thing.
“Now why are you crying? I didn’t yell at you did I? Even better, I accepted!” He sighed, putting his back against the wall.
“But why?” She was confused, concerned, scared, but another feeling was creeping up her back. Glee. A lover becoming a part of you is one thing, but when they accept and are willing? Now their souls really would be intertwined. It would be her perfect happy ending to her love story.
“Because all I am is yours. I’ve never done much in my life, and I don't think I will. All I want at this point is to please you. My death will be meaningless. But if I offer myself to you, perhaps..” He paused, refusing to continue further. He decides to go on, realizing that this would be the perfect to let out his inner most feelings. "All my life, I've just, been there. I'm not good at anything other than being with you. You're all I am. I've dedicated my time to being yours, yours to control, to give you everything you've ever wanted. That's my only purpose."
He stopped to lower on to his knees, holding her hands while staring right into her widened eyes.
"Who even am I if I can't make you happy?
She looked at him, unsure of what to do. Thank him? Cry? Hyacinth froze, unable to respond.
“I ask for one thing from you though.”
“And that is?”
“Time. Time spent with you.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes.”
At 6:00 in the afternoon, Hyacinth dragged her lover to her house, or rather her mansion. They rarely spent time there together so he often forgot about his darling’s lavish lifestyle. He’d rather go somewhere else, somewhere less stuffy, somewhere less… uncomfortable. It wasn’t her peculiar diet that made him feel uneasy, nor was it the way her wide eyes bore into his soul. It was that wretched mansion. The entire estate was gloomy, adapting a color palette only a ghost could enjoy. It was painted a dark grey, the roof an even darker shade. The windows loomed over him, reaching the ceiling. The entire mansion was surrounded by long, thin trees. Oh how he hated her place, but whatever would make her happy.
At 7:00 pm they were sitting in the living room, the fireplace warming up the entire room. Hyacinth was laughing at a dumb joke he made, one that he didn’t even find funny. They were laying on the wooden floor, talking about the most trivial things in existence. She played with his hair while he went on about his day, before he saw her, which instantly brightened his day.
At 9:00 pm he attempted to fancy up the dining room, with much disapproval from Hyacinth. “I’m just preparing the dining room for your meal”, he joked. She didn’t find it very amusing. He stuffed random flowers such as lilies and hydrangeas into the closest vases and pots he could find. He lit candles all across the room, turning off the chandelier, making the entire room illuminated by the melting candles.
At 9:30 they sat down on opposite sides, discussing the most random topics they could think of. She laughed at all of his poorly thought out jokes, cracking a smile that could light up an entire room. “You know I love you right?” He smiled at her, resting his head on his hand. “I’m aware.”
“I’m doing this because I love you.”
“Yeah.”
“You provide me with a comfort that I want to be engulfed in forever.”
“Then I'll give you that.”
“I really do love you, I really do. I can’t help myself.” She started to cry.
“And here comes the waterworks.”
“I hate myself for doing this to you.”
“I don't mind.”
“I love you.”
“...”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
At 2:30 am Hyacinth’s full course meal was prepared. There was everything he could ever ask for. She grabbed her knife and fork hesitantly, staring at her meal for a while. She told herself to stop staring and start eating. If she didn’t start soon, the food would probably go bad, then it would all be for nothing. She slowly picked up her fork, stabbing the meat, slowly carving into it with her fork. She opened her mouth, her lip quivering. She took her first bite.
At 3:15 am the entire dining room was a mess. There was food scattered across the long table. She had long forgotten about her utensils, instead opting for her hands. She was probably eating her entire stock in one sitting. She had never done that before, but this time it was worth it. Every bite she took provided more and more comfort, her insides melting from the chewy texture. She just couldn’t stop herself. She grabbed at more meat, her face stuffed to the brim with the meat, the remnants spilling on her white, floor length frock. She tried to make herself throw up, but she just couldn’t. Her face was stained with tears. She sobbed through each bite. “I’m really sorry, I really am! I just couldn’t help myself! You just taste too good!” She shoved her face with more bites. “I’m so disgusting, aren’t i?”
The warmth of his flesh
CW: Cannibalism (no gore actually described, just.. subtle descriptions? Probably could make you queezy idk) This is my first time writing a fic, so critique is welcome! :)
NOT A KINK/FETISH!! (i'm not weird trust)
I specifically wrote this for school in like 1 hour after the submission time so it's rushed... uh yeah that's it from me! :))
Summary:
Hyacinth can't help herself, she really can't! She wants to consume her lovers' flesh and she hates herself for it. What was she think of course he's going to say no! He's going to be so disgusted, what if he reports he- What? He said yes? He said he'd be honoured to?
How very lovely.
Continue reading!
“I’m rather disgusting aren’t I? I must reek of death.” He didn’t flinch, he didn’t look surprised. He just stared. “I will never be able to get the feeling of death off of me.” He just sat there. He didn’t say a word. “Especially after becoming one with it.” Hyacinth paused, waiting for a change in his expression. She gripped the fabric of his dress, waiting for the worst to come.
“What an odd name you have, how come I've just noticed?” He ignored her, continuing with his ramble. “Hyacinth, Hyacinth, Hyacinth… surely you know what it means? He laughed. “What am I saying? Of course you know. A desire for forgiveness. Is that why you’ve come to meet me, at this hour?”
He looked back at her, her body tensed, her hands curled into his fists. “I’ve.. consumed flesh before.”
“How many times?”
“Three times- it’s a horrible feeling though, it's honestly quite disgusting-”
“Then why do you do it?”
“I…” She sighed, pushing her hair back with her hands. Her mind was racing. What a stupid, stupid idea. Why did she think this would’ve worked? She should’ve just kept it in. But she couldn’t. The thought was consuming her every moment of the day. Every glance at him would make it even worse. She tried to rub the feeling off, taking hour long baths, scrubbing her skin till the water turned brown. She was disgusting, thoroughly disgusting. What a disgusting, terrible human she was. Was she even human?
What kind of human would have thoughts of consuming their own lover? Her wretched flesh had to be punished, for thinking in such ways. She’d scratch her flesh, days on end, attempting to rip her own skin out, to pay for the terrible things she’d done, yet she just couldn't stop. She never threw the meat out of her cellar. And now she keeps on going, now with her fourth lover. But this time felt different. He was different. He provided her comfort like no one else could. To have that comfort within forever, would be an ultimate bliss.
He snapped his fingers. “You okay love? You seem disoriented.” Even now, after hearing what she’s done he still cares for her. His care disgusts her and comforts her at the same time.
“Did you hear me? I said i-”
“Yes, yes, you’ve cannibalized your lovers before, what else?”
Her blood ran cold, her eyes wide. How did he know about that? She never told him that detail.
“How did you know?”
“You forget I've known you long before we were even together darling. Of course I noticed when my friends went missing, it’s just now I know why.” He chuckled.
“You don’t care? You’re not mad?”
“How could I be? I haven’t done anything remarkable in my entire existence, except being with you. Now you’ve done something that people wretch at the thought of. How wonderful.”
She scoffed at him, angered by his unexpected acceptance. “You know what I’m going to ask you then, right?”
“Of course, I recognize your pattern, and I graciously accept.” He bowed dramatically, unable to hide his laugh.
“Don’t mock me!” She looked at him, tears starting to well up in her eyes. “It’s not like I want to! hate the very thought of parting with you!” It was true, she really hated herself for wanting to do such a thing.
“Now why are you crying? I didn’t yell at you did I? Even better, I accepted!” He sighed, putting his back against the wall.
“But why?” She was confused, concerned, scared,but another feeling was creeping up her back. Glee. A lover becoming a part of you is one thing, but when they accept and are willing? Now their souls really would be intertwined.
“Because all I am is yours. I’ve never done much in my life, and I don't think I will. All I want at this point is to please you. My death will be meaningless. But if I offer myself to you, perhaps..” He paused, refusing to continue further.
She looked at him, unsure of what to do. Thank him? Cry? Hyacinth froze, unable to respond.
“I ask for one thing from you though.”
“And that is?”
“Time. Time spent with you.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes.”
At 6:00 in the afternoon, Hyacinth dragged her lover to her house, or rather her mansion. They rarely spent time there together so he often forgot about his darling’s lavish lifestyle. He’d rather go somewhere else, somewhere less stuffy, somewhere less… uncomfortable. It wasn’t her peculiar diet that made him feel uneasy, nor was it the way her wide eyes bore into his soul. It was that wretched mansion. The entire estate was gloomy, adapting a color palette only a ghost could enjoy. It was painted a dark grey, the roof an even darker shade. The windows loomed over him, reaching the ceiling. The entire mansion was surrounded by long, thin trees. Oh how he hated her place, but whatever would make her happy.
At 7:00 pm they were sitting in the living room, the fireplace warming up the entire room. Hyacinth was laughing at a dumb joke he made, one that he didn’t even find funny. They were laying on the wooden floor, talking about the most trivial things in existence. She played with his hair while he went on about his day, before he saw her, which instantly brightened his day.
At 9:00 pm he attempted to fancy up the dining room, with much disapproval from Hyacinth. “I’m just preparing the dining room for your meal”, he joked. She didn’t find it very amusing. He stuffed random flowers such as lilies and hydrangeas into the closest vases and pots he could find. He lit candles all across the room, turning off the chandelier, making the entire room illuminated by the melting candles.
At 9:30 they sat down on opposite sides, discussing the most random topics they could think of. She laughed at all of his poorly thought out jokes, cracking a smile that could light up an entire room. “You know I love you right?” He smiled at her, resting his head on his hand. “I’m aware.”
“I’m doing this because I love you.”
“Yeah.”
“You provide me with a comfort that I want to be engulfed in forever.”
“Then I'll give you that.”
“I really do love you, I really do. I can’t help myself.” She started to cry.
“And here comes the waterworks.”
“I hate myself for doing this to you.”
“I don't mind.”
“I love you.”
“...”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
At 2:30 am Hyacinth’s full course meal was prepared. There was everything he could ever ask for. She grabbed her knife and fork hesitantly, staring at her meal for a while. She told herself to stop staring and start eating. If she didn’t start soon, the food would probably go bad, then it would all be for nothing. She slowly picked up her fork, stabbing the meat, slowly carving into it with her fork. She opened her mouth, her lip quivering. She took her first bite.
At 3:15 am the entire dining room was a mess. There was food scattered across the long table. She had long forgotten about her utensils, instead opting for her hands. She was probably eating her entire stock in one sitting. She had never done that before, but this time it was worth it. Every bite she took provided more and more comfort, her insides melting from the chewy texture. She just couldn’t stop herself. She grabbed at more meat, her face stuffed to the brim with the meat, the remnants spilling on her white, floor length frock. She tried to make herself throw up, but she just couldn’t. Her face was stained with tears. She sobbed through each bite. “I’m really sorry, I really am! I just couldn’t help myself! You just taste too good!” She shoved her face with more bites. “I’m so disgusting, aren’t i?”
Ok, general idea of this, or key concepts, are cloth and a chest cavity. Rips and tears, tattered skin and silk, revealing an open heart of the veiled.
Really thinking on a hare/rabbit because i'm pretty sure that's the animal Annabelle was based off of? I could be wrong, but it's still a nice idea.
The deer thing also would have the chest cavity, and maybe she'd sport some ribbons strewn loosely about her horns.
what if Annabel turned into somthing like the wild hunt
Bro someone draw that
Zero
🔪 You actually met when you were in kindergarten. It was love at first sight. He was enamored by you and your cute outfit. He ran towards you the first day.
“Hi, my name is Зиновий, what’s yours?”
And the rest was history.
🔪 Since that day he would always be with you. Following you everywhere and never let other kids play with you. It was always just the two of you. You were always together at school. You two ate together, had sleepovers, had the same classes, cuddled together, did projects together, and even kissed during the first grade play. Monopolizing your time and friendship at school was the goal. No one had what you guys had, and he was hoping it would always stay that way.
🔪 Everything was going as planned until your mom‘s job change sent you out of the archipelagos to the States in the second grade. How dare she! Uprooting your life and ripping you away from your best friend b̸o̸y̸f̸r̸i̸e̸n̸d̸. You didn't even have time to say goodbye to anyone. You were here one minute, gone the next. It was a nightmare.
🔪 When he found out he was devastated. A lot of tears were shed during that time. Tantrums were heard to be the norm for quite a while in the убийца’s household. He looked everywhere for you. But no information on you was ever found. It was like you just disappeared, like you never existed. Like a chilly day in October. Whisked away by the cool breeze.
🔪 She changed and surrounded herself with people. Your missing presence was too overwhelming. Even if she hated it, she would befriend everyone, if only to distract her for a moment from thoughts of you. She went so far as to make contact with some of the people she couldn’t scare away from you. But the void in her heart was never fully quelled. They were not you. And nothing could change that, not in those moments at least.
🔪 She caught her first glimpse of you in a long time through your closest childhood friend. Question ran through her mind, she thought she was your closest friend, and why did they get the privilege of staying in contact when she didn’t. She started to vigorously study your face as quickly as she could. She would never knew if there would be another chance to. It looked like you had matured. Like you were tired, stressed. She could see it. How could she not? She wanted nothing more than to whisk you away so you would never have to worry about anything. And she would.
🔪 It wouldn't be until college that they would be able to see you again. They have matured a lot since the last time they saw you and since your last official meeting. They were cooler, friendlier, and more assured. They mirrored nothing of the needy cat that followed you around, more of that of a wise fox. But foxes are known to be sly creatures by nature.
🔪They approached you carefully, slowly. Taking it step by step. Getting to know you little by little. Learning everything about you that they could. Making your favorite dishes, helping you with your homework, helping you destress, and even assisting you in doing laundry. They were everywhere, always helping you with everything they could. Taking up so much of your time so that they will have successfully ingratiate themselves into your life. Doing so that they are essential to you. Something or someone you can not live without.
🔪 The night lies and deceit fester. As midnight strikes another body is flung into the wall as the fine silk curtains are dyed a hideous red. The body count adds up to fast. Too many needed to die. Even when there are commissions, the important work gets done first. It always does.
🔪 Wiping the blood off the corner of his lip, she prepares to call you. They wait, taking a seat on the throne of bodies they created. A satisfying crackle of bones is made, but drowned out by the annoying buzzing of the phone. You answer, slightly breathless. They chuckled imagining what you were doing before they called. This happens every time he calls…and she loves it. Your call together lasted an hour at most. Just tucking you into bed, while he cleaned the mess he made. You were always bad at bedtime. As your call is near the end, one last word is heard.
“I love you, Mwah”
They swoons, you're so adorable, it’s sickening.
🔪 And so as the night ends, there is not a sound or soul present. As he digests what was said, she’s sure it was in the heat of the moment. But you couldn’t take it back. He wished he would’ve recorded it. She’d love to hear it again. Salivating as they turned back into their male appearance. The form most well receipted by society. The form most familiar to you. Wishing for the dream they live to never end. They walked out the room and went to the nearby alley, skipping the whole way home. They couldn’t wait to see your drooling face in bed. Or the reaction you will have when they tried to snuggle up to you in your sleep.
Then they inquired to themself, it was quite the important question…
Where are they going to store their latest trophy?
WARNING: GORE AND DISTURBING IMAGRY!!!
IT'S FINALLY OUT CHAT!! THE OFFICAL MAIN MENU THEME FOR SLENDYTUBBIES RELOADED IS OUT ON YOUTUBE!! -> Click here for the ost <-
@00belle00lovely00
After way too many hours, I finally finished making (almost) the whole cast from my Prophety of Hearts AU. This is how everyone looks by the end of it (mostly). Fior, Shuf-LR, and AK0rn aren’t here because they didn’t change.
Also I used the hight chart as a reference to try to match their hight and I guess mimic it in a way? That’s why some characters look a little too close to being traced. Though it made it harder as I like to draw the characters with different facial structures.
Out of all of them, Clover was my favorite to design due to the amount of detail I put in her injuries.
[Tw: Lots of gore, blood, exposed skin, and vomit]
g0retober day 3 nosebleed
Combined days 4 and 5, self influenced cannibalism !!!!
Goretober days 2-3, bruises n teeth
Posting day 1 on the 2nd day? Yeah I'm tired goodnight
Goretober day 1, lacerations
CW: slight gore and decapitated head. (Ghost)
A slightly old drawing I did about a month or two ago. So anyways this is Maru if they were an evil ghost
“Aarrrggghhhh FUCK IT’S TOO BIIIIIGG!!!” I’d scream and grip my knees spreading them wider. My hips are already 64 inches around, but the massive monstrosity’s head is still threatening to snap my pelvis in two as I bear down with all my might. I can’t reach around to see or feel anything, but I can’t deny the stinging burn of my labia stretching obscenely around just the tip of the hard egg-shaped skull. I buck widely, shrieking in agony as I try to dislodge it and shove it out, but any slow progress I make provides zero relief and only only adds to the relentless pressure. I sob helplessly on the ruined bed, propped against a stack of firm stuffed animals and pillows. I hear a grating, sickening pop and feel a wave of searing pain and nausea rush over me as my pelvis separates and the head surges forward, my legs dislocating and falling limply to the side, and my perineum ripping straight down to my anus, deep tissues, muscles, and membranes shredding under the force of the surge and I wail out the most bone-chilling cry of my life before falling unconscious, the head still barely halfway out as my body demands a rest before I resume the birth tomorrow.
if i were a huge monster i'd breed you over and over again until i'm sure you're knocked up and then watch you spend days trying to push out my baby that's easily as big as you are
Inner beauty— but quite literally.
TW - gore, detailed, exposed muscles, teeth, etc.
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inner beauty matters, really. ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ
