what does ANYONE in THIS family know about being normal?
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what does ANYONE in THIS family know about being normal?
indie. private. selective. violet parr // the incredibles.
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a rare smile stretches slowly over his face, the unusual expression lingering somewhere on the verge of resembling a GRIMACE. in one hand, he holds up his book, its pages spread with the dozens of flowers pressed therein. he has practiced. the speech bubbles slowly, painstakingly; no matter how thoroughly it has been rehearsed, the musculature is reluctant to work, bringing his voice out in a thick rumble.
❛ any ------ new -------- fl-lowers? ❜
slow but methodical, he flips the pancakes, mouth twitching at a small smile as he checks their doneness. it hasn’t been easy -- learning to make circular pancakes at the right consistency, with shaking hands which don’t always cooperate -- but now there are regulars who specifically request his breakfast meals. but the face at the counter is a new one. a break in the pattern, a surprise which makes heavy brows furrow, scarred skin puckering into a look of consternation. and today ( of course ) they are short-staffed, leaving spore himself to make some attempt at speech.
❛ f -- foo -- uh. order? ❜
i know i owe about one million replies and starters but i finally added my oc to my muse list. so mutuals: like this if i can post you a thing w/ spore?
wrap your hands around my neck; make me choke on my words; fill my head with ghosts and tell me they’re demons of my own design. listen to me scream. listen to me beg for mercy, watch me run to escape the darkness which clings to me like my own shadow. save me. forgive me. push me over the edge.
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wrap your hands around my neck; make me choke on my words; fill my head with ghosts and tell me they’re demons of my own design. listen to me scream. listen to me beg for mercy, watch me run to escape the darkness which clings to me like my own shadow. save me. forgive me. push me over the edge.
ok can i get some input on my oc that i want to add to my blog ( tw for body horror and like… just general trigger warnings and such it IS a horror oc )
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ok can i get some input on my oc that i want to add to my blog ( tw for body horror and like... just general trigger warnings and such it IS a horror oc )
ok so the basic background is like ... he was kidnapped as a child after he fell out of a tree and broke his leg and the break had already almost healed by the time he got to the hospital. one of the nurses at the hospital had a family of sadists who called themselves scientists. when she saw his x-rays and heard the chatter of the doctors, she got his address from his chart and she and her brother went to his house and took him.
they have a crude laboratory in the basement of their house (the patriarch of the family came from old money; his father was a doctor who was celebrated for a time in light of some scientific discoveries he made, but jailed later in life when it came out that he was performing unethical experiments on animals & humans. this didn’t strip the family of their wealth, however. ). so anyway. they lock him in the basement. perform experiments on him to find out his healing capabilities.
they began by cutting off his fingers and toes. something that anyone could survive. when they put the raw ends of the digits back onto their stumps (though they didn’t put them all in the right places), they grew back together despite a lack of sutures. this excited the pseudo-scientists so greatly that they immediately began other experiments -- each more horrible than the last. every severed artery healed within minutes. they cut off all his limbs one by one and reattached them. they stabbed him in every vital organ to see how quickly they healed ( the heart took the longest, having been completely shredded by a wicked barbed blade of their own design ). they eventually went as far as to cut off a hand and bring in a severed hand from some unknown victim just to see if he could adapt it to his body ( he could ). i won’t go into more detail here but they violated him in every possible way.
until they finally found it -- the one thing that couldn’t heal instantaneously.
they made a very precise hole in his skull. drilled into his brain. destroyed his broca’s area. within minutes his skull and flesh had healed... but days passed -- weeks -- and his speech never returned to full capacity. the tissues of his brain were healed but the neurons themselves could never fully recover.
they didn’t perform continuous experimentation. sometimes he would go a year or two with no atrocities being performed on him. the nurse who originally kidnapped him would even come down just to talk, from time to time -- trying to justify to him what they were doing. she was the closest thing he had to a companion ( his memories of his home at five years old were fading; all he knew was darkness and pain and hunger and his captors ), and their relationship grew into some twisted form of friendship.
he was fed twice a week. at one point they forgot to feed him, and he gnawed off one of his mismatched fingers in his hunger.
finally, he’d had enough. after fourteen years he finally realized he could escape. their fascination with him was enough to make them careless, believing that the shackle holding one ankle to the wall was enough to contain him. perhaps they simply overlooked it; perhaps they believed that the fact of his ability to feel pain no matter how quickly he healed would keep him from nearly severing his own foot. but it didn’t. first, he broke the ankle, enough to stretch and grab a cruel knife from their operating table. he sawed through enough to pull his foot out of its confinement, and then waited for it to heal -- and when they came for their next experiment, he exacted his revenge.
when the doctor and his family were found by the police, it was reported that the attack resembled that of an animal gone rabid. chunks of flesh were ripped from the bone. blood was spattered across the walls in arcs of vicious violence.
and spore ( as they called him; he could not remember his real name ) was free. crude scars riddle his body from where body parts had been cut away and reattached ( even one from shoulder to shoulder in an arc, where they decapitated him and waited with bated breath to see if he could recover; only direct damage to his brain lingers, they discovered later ) and one hand clearly does not belong to his original body ( and that hand is missing its middle finger ). his speech is slow and halting and rudimentary due to broca’s aphasia from the damage they dealt to his brain. he’s terrified of the dark and has violent reactions to most touch.
he works as a cook at a diner, because the owner took pity on him and is fine to pay him under the table due to the lack of a social security number. it saves him on taxes anyway, and allows spore to work 80+ hours a week without overtime pay.
but yeah overall he can heal from anything except direct damage to his brain. and even then, the tissue itself will heal, but he’ll suffer the intellectual damage caused by any brain damage.
IDK tell me how u like it i have though about him for a long time
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hey yo mutuals: like this for a random starter or comment w/ a muse and i’ll write u a little thing! idc if we have a thousand threads let’s do more c:
guilderian maiden.
❛ that is quite the VICIOUS rumor ! perhaps , she simply likes hats ! ❜ his arm hooks , && after a brief moment of consideration , she slips a pale hand in along the curve , a shy smile bowing those lips . her head lowers with a small chuckle , cheeks stained .
❛ i am glad for that . being killed today would be quite the inconvenience on them , after all . so , thank you . ❜
❛ that could be true. however, one would think that a lovely woman such as the princess would only wear these ridiculous accessories to compensate for something. then again, i know nothing of fashion. ❜ his tone is light, passing amusement as they stroll, his sword bobbing at his side and his arm a steady beam upon which she can easily balance.
❛ oh, yes -- i assure you that being killed is a dreadful nuisance. instead of a stab wound, though, you will merely return to your family with tales of adventure and imbibing with the dread pirate roberts. ❜
dash.
❛ oh , come on ! you look FLAWLESS in this picture , especially with the drool ! now , will i DARE to send it to all my contacts ? ❜
@polymouth !
❛ dash -- !! you are SUCH a jerk! delete that, right now, or you are DONE for! ❜
captain america.
❛ are you all right ? ❜ he is the portrait of genuine concern , looming above her with a hand outstretched as if to keep her from falling . down he goes to help her with her things , handing her a composition notebook before he smiles , chagrined . his gaze is sincere as it meets her own . ❛ it’s my fault – i should’ve been paying more attention myself . — you’re sure you’re all right though ? ❜
for a moment, speech escapes her, eyes wide as she gazes into the classically handsome and inescapably famous face. the urge to disappear is almost overwhelming -- and when she finally gets her books nestled into her arms, that finicky hand falters again ... but this time the entire arm goes invisible. in her shock, she fumbles, one book escaping her grasp to land directly on his foot.
❛ oh, god, i’m so sorry mister -- captain -- um -- america -- !! ❜