BLEED FOR ME.

[fractise-aa]

#FRACTISE: an extremely selective and independent original character designed and executed by kiwi / audra. please read my rules and about pages before following. the doctor / scientist known as "mad maude" beckett is a highly triggering character, expect to see heavy mentions of: blood, experimentation, surgery, body augmentation / horror, violence, and more. this character is horror-oriented and inspired by such franchises as: re-animator, saw, the fly, john carpenter's the thing, talk to me, and many more. come along as we explore the ideas of: identity loss, madness, and becoming more human than human.

please do not follow this blog if you are uncomfortable with gore, if you are a pro-shipper (or you agree with pro-shipping rhetoric), a personal blog or below the age of 18.

LINKS: full dossier, background [part one], background [part two], intel [metas / musings], verses. please see under the readmore below for rules.

rules & regulations.

i. activity: expect sporadic to low activity across all my blogs including this one. i work full time from home and i often post a lot of ooc content in between my job duties. if this bothers you, i wouldn’t recommend following. additionally, please do not pester me for replies — i can’t always work up the motivation to write. i will respect and abide by everyone’s speed and responsibilities in return!

ii. selectivity: i am very selective with who i write with and tend to favor my friends or those writing partners i have plotted with in the past. i am very open to plotting with new mutuals and you’re always free to drop into my im’s or request my discord handle if you’re interested! if i haven’t followed you back, do not unfollow and refollow to get my attention or i will block you. additionally, please do not ask me why i did not follow you back.

iii. etiquette: needless to say, if you write or post anything homophobic, transphobic, racist, or harmful in general you will be blocked on sight. same goes for anyone who writes or supports incest or pedophilia / shipping with characters that are minors (or aging them up for the sake of writing sexually explicit content). i will also block anyone who is under 21 years old or who does not have a rules / about page. as stated above: if i have blocked you, please don’t come to me to ask why — i am cultivating my own space, please respect that.

iv. shipping: first of all, i foresee shipping with this character being VERY difficult. maude beckett is more than often going to be a toxic and difficult woman to love. as always, no force-shipping, and I would prefer if our muses have chemistry prior to shipping. i’m very open about plotting ships and not very picky, but as always i reserve the right to turn down a ship if i don’t see it working out or I dislike the idea of it. you have the right to do so as well. this may also be a good time to mention i will not write any sexually explicit content on this blog (or any of my others) so please do not send me nsfw memes or images. i will not budge on this. there may be suggestive content on this blog. while I won't write sexually explicit content, I will still write suggestive material. this will be under a readmore and tagged with tw suggestive.

v. nsfw content: there will be mentions of blood, gore, drugs, violence, and other dark themes present on this blog. as stated above, i will not write any sexually explicit content on this blog, but there may be suggestive content present (under tw suggestive). everything will be tagged accordingly, but i can sometimes miss things. the last thing i want to do is trigger someone so if i’ve forgotten to tag something, please let me know. all triggers will be tagged under the: tw trigger format. please do not follow this blog if you're not okay with gore as it is frequently present and capable of happening in any thread.

vi. do not interact: please do not interact with me if you write with binary (unboundtravels) or goomi (pinxminked / shecharm). I am not comfortable seeing them on my dashboard any longer and am looking to cultivate my own safe space. I will go into details in private if need be, but feel free to softblock or hardblock me if you intend to write with them in the future. thank you.

vii. credit: all icons as well as all my graphics, banners, etc. were made by me. please do not use them. i do not gatekeep faceclaims, feel free to ask if you're curious about where I get mine from. please do not lift any ideas from this blog. if you have any questions just ask!

[fractise-aa]

honks my little horn! hi folks, I'll be archiving and moving maude onto a fresh new blog under the same URL. it'll likely be unfinished for a while because I'm slow as fuck, but I'll start following people when I'm done with it. you can follow ahead of time if you want, I don't mind.

[fractise-aa]

considering remaking maude and injecting her into my space canon (and also my veins)

[fractise-aa]

tomorrow … maude’s birthday. shower her in gifts. 🔪

[fractise-aa]

if you ever feel safe, just remember maude is out there.

[fractise-aa]

I don’t think anyone would survive matching Maude’s freak, tbh.

[p4nishers]

haunting the narrative, handsome?

[unpr0mpted]

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

[ribbontales]

𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 : a little assortment of action prompts for muses who may or may not hate each other. remember to tag your blood and violence. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐢𝐫 ] : sender is holding the receiver by the throat. [ 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥 ] : receiver is on their knees in front of the victorious sender. [ 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 ] : exhausted from a battle, the receiver gives up resistance. [ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 ] : sender attempts to stab the receiver. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 ] : sender grabs the receiver by the hair. [ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 ] : receiver is being held as captive by the sender. [ 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩 ] : receiver finds the sender trapped and unable to escape from them. [ 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 ] : sender is lifting captured receiver's chin up. [ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 ] : sender breaks one of receiver's bones. [ 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 ] : sender has made the receiver bleed. [ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 ] : sender forces the receiver to watch their loved one die. [ 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 ] : sender pins the receiver against a wall out of sheer rage. [ 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 ] : sender spares receiver's life. [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : sender warns the receiver to not antagonize them. [ 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 ] : sender and receiver are sharing a kiss that draws blood. [ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 ] : receiver is trying to win sender's trust in order to escape later. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ] : facing a greater threat, sender and receiver must work together.

[mcflymemes]

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

who else knows you're still alive?

don't tell me i'm the only one that knows.

i never should have believed their lies.

how could you keep this from me?

they lied to you. they knew it would break you if i died.

i staged it all.

there's no way this is happening.

i'm never letting you go.

i promised you i'd never leave you.

but i saw you die! this is impossible!

no. no. this isn't happening. this can't be real.

i watched it. i watched you die and now you're standing here.

how is this even possible?

they might have exaggerated just a bit.

we needed to make it look like i was dead.

you just let me spend all this time thinking you were dead?

did you tell anyone else?

this was your master plan? fake your death, see what happens?

i don't know whether to be pissed or be thrilled to see you again.

i've just seen a ghost.

you saw what they wanted you to see.

you're not real. i must be dreaming.

did you look for me?

funny. i don't remember falling asleep.

you just let us all believe you were dead?

it was the only way to do this. i'm sorry.

when were you going to tell me?

i watched the life leave your eyes...

you kept this from me.

oh my god... no. no no no. this can't be happening.

how did you... how did you even do this?

someone pinch me.

you look pretty good for someone that's supposed to be dead.

i watched you die in my arms.

they told me you died.

i promised you i'd come back.

they lied to me? all this time?

trust me, i wanted to tell you. i really did.

i think i need to sit down.

i'm gonna need some time to process this.

are you real? can i touch you?

what was all this about you dying?

you've kept the truth from me all this time.

had you just told me, i could have helped you.

i begged them to let me tell you, but they said it would ruin our plans.

the blood was fake. i'm all right.

yes, i'm alive! would you please come over here and give me a hug?

i didn't think i'd survive it, either.

i knew you'd come back for me.

we had to make it believable from the start.

there was no other way.

i should have told you.

i tried to get a message out to you.

they said you'd moved on, so i figured i should, too.

i wish i had all the answers for you.

i know you expect me to be okay with this, but things have changed since you died.

[name]... i thought you were dead.

will you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?

i'll never leave you again.

i swear on my life, this wasn't supposed to happen this way.

i take it you got my message.

everything got out of hand.

they didn't tell you?

glad you could make it.

i'm sorry i didn't reach out to you sooner.

all of a sudden, you come back into my life.

i'm back and better than ever.

i don't want to hear your excuses.

[bleedingspiral]

first date idea: i perform an autopsy on you so I can admire ur guts and organs

[babylon5-deletingsoon]

maybe i like it when a female character is deeply flawed and responsible for countless deaths and so on and so forth. more female characters should be deeply flawed and responsible for countless deaths

[fractise-aa]

sosordid asked: RUNS AT HER

the doctor does not flinch or move in the slightest, anticipating that he will not crash into her lest he incur her wrath. maude is overlooking a window, watching her clones attempt an extraction without her guiding hand. eyes drift up to study her clipboard for a moment before falling to him. " it occurs to me that I've never seen you move at such a quick pace before, eun. did you break something? you know I hate it when you riffle through my samples. " regardless, she's giving him a soft pat on the head, brushing the hair from his face.

[fractise-aa]

@destisea asked: ❝ the very worst thing ya can do right now is fudgin' bore me. ❞  /  boothill as well >:) gun at the ready

“ you’re never bored with me. ”     it’s the truth, she knows it. if he did not find her equal parts heinous and entertaining, he would not hunt her down with such vigor. truth be told, it was starting to become annoying; she has plenty of labs on plenty of moons scattered about the galaxy, but repairing them had become a long and arduous process. one leg crosses over the other, eyes drifting down toward the copious amount of paperwork ORACLE seems fit to saddle her with. a sigh is given, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose in an attempt to rid herself of this headache, but she knows it will not truly be gone until he is dealt with. 

two combat clones unfurl from their pods within the ceiling panels, landing with a sense of grace and balance only practice can achieve. when maude speaks, she speaks through three mouths – voice echoing through the sterility of her lab.     “ I haven’t got all day to play with you, galaxy ranger, ”     they declare, and maude stands with a tablet in hand, intending to leave him to her drones,   “ so lets make this quick. ”

[fractise-aa]

@cyneris asked: ❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜          he knows a lying liar who lies when he sees one !

the scoff that leaves maude’s throat may as well be a hiss, the doctor grows impatient when she bleeds — while she would ordinarily trust esra more than most, she doesn’t want him to see her like this. back presses against the door, keeping him out with little more than her body weight; she isn’t very strong, but defiance and temperament see the act through. blood seeps from her nose, finds a home between her teeth, pools within her eyes. maude isn’t wounded, she’s sick. very sick, more sick than esra can know. spine slides down the cool metal of the door, everything aches and yet she persists.     “ leave, ”     an order, black latex wiping away the blood that trickles forth from her tongue,     “ I’ll be fine. go. ”     

pain is temporary and she is so often riddled with it that this gut-wrenching agony feels normal. still, long arms fold over her chest and eyes squeeze shut, breathing hitching every now and then. yet, she senses him there. lingering like a ghost she cannot seem to shake. esra had trusted her with his wounds, which appear far too for her liking … but she cannot trust him with this. it will only open his eyes to the depth of her illness; to the fact that she will more than likely die and abandon him like everyone else. the illusion of maude beckett is more important than allowing him to fuss over her; he cannot help her in any way that matters. a pained sigh is given, skull resting against the door.     “ you’re making this more difficult than it needs to be. ”

[sevendurst-deactivated20241019]

would you let me dislocate your jaw or is this relationship doomed

[fractise-aa]

" hyphema; it's blood pooling in between the layers of the eye. it happens sometimes, the mixture of chemicals in my blood occasionally weakens the blood vessels. sometimes they burst. in other words, it's normal. stop looking at me like that. "