tw for blood?(unfinished, its just a bright red splat) and a missin arm
hey thereee! i started this but ended up rly not liking it so i abandoned it. thought u might like it? idk but here ye go
SCREAMING? PEAK? THE UNDERBUST? HIS SCAR??? AHHHH I LOVE ITS FUCKING AMAZING
Blorbo for Mystic Summons au, takes place after Leo loses his arm.
Leo opened his eyes, half-lidded and drowsy still. The world spun in a kaleidescope of blurred colors and shapes. He scrunched his eyes shut, tensed, and willed it to go away. It did. Gradually. Once the spinning and subsequent nausau stopped, Leo reopened his eyes and settled into his body. The crinkle of sheets under him and the shift of a blanket when he moved told him he was in a bed. Not his though if the scent and color choice said anything. Which it didn't literally but still.
The dimmed lighting either meant it was night or someone was worried about waking him.
Tilting his head to look on either side of him felt like a momentous task. Muscles aching in tandem with his brain fog. Geez, what did I do before this? Run a marathon or six? I am so tired.
To his left was the rest of the room. Which if his eyes would focus he could tell what that was, but alas, it wasn't meant to be.
To the right was the door. And a slumbering figure in a chair that looked like it was dragged in from another room. Because, wow, that does not match the decor in here that I can see at all. I hope it is not normally in here. Otherwise I'm gonna need to have a talk with somebody.
After straining to pick out details with his still unfocused eyes for far too long, Leo gave up and closed his eyes with a sigh. Letting his head flop back onto the pillow with a thump. The motion jolted awake the guy in the, absolutely hideous, chair.
A grey sweatshirt over baggy worn blue jeans, long black hair pulled in a messy half pony, and startingly blue eyes.
Ah, I know this guy. Casey.
"Still a walking self-care disaster." Leo mumbled outloud, potentionaly unintentional.
Casey heard but elected to ignore that comment. He instead slipped around the end of the bed and checked Leo's pulse using his left wrist. Comparing and counting with a watch he was wearing.
The yokai scrunched his brow in confusion.
"Dude, you could have just done that with my right. Less work."
He lifted his right to wave it around to prove his point. Or tried to anyway.
He was met with the sensation of.....nothing. He felt his shoulder move, but nothing after that. Feeling just.....ended. Leo's beak twisted in further confusion, his mind on the brink, the precipice of remembering something important, of clearing his fuzzy head.
Casey was saying something but Leo wasn't paying attention, too preoccupied with the mystery of why his right arm wasn't responding. He turned his head and lifted it to see better, ignoring his body's aching protests. What he saw...was nothing. A small bit swathed in white bandages extended a little past his shoulder. But that was it. His arm just ended. It wasn't there.
What. Why isn't...
Then the brain fog cleared and let the memories come crashing back in.
The glint of metal, the all consuming burning pain, a horned face cruel and cold.
Horrible re-realization and panic pulled him into a sitting position, lurching up. His left arm held onto his shoulder, feeling the absence of that arm. He hunched forward, eyes blown wide, pupils pinpricks, his breathing shook and convulsed in his chest. Tears fell unbidden. He leaned forward pulling his knees up to grind his forhead on. His whole body tensed, fingers and toes curling in, then released inone long shuddering breath.
"I'm never going to see a triceratops the same again, am I?"
".....No." Casey said, remorseful. The experience had already been ruined for him, but it must be 10x worse for Leo and his brothers.
".....Cool." It wasn't. "My favorite was brachiosaurus anyway." Leo tried to joke. Emphasis on tried.
He really needed a better coping mechanism. But laughter was supposed to be the best medicine right? Too bad his laughter died deep in his chest. And dang, the tears just wouldn't stop. No matter how hard he tried. So he dropped his resistance and let them flow. He just lost his entire freaking arm, facade be damned.
This felt better that holding it back anyway.
Leo was a quiet cryer, quieter that even Donnie(who wasn't as quiet as he thought himself) He didn't sob loudly, it was just silent anguish. Over time his brothers figured this out and learned how to tell. Leo would say he preffered to cry alone if it wasn't a lie, he absolutely hated it. It was just so hard to take that first step. Once he started, moving anywhere by himself was out of the question; he just couldn't.
Leo had curled further into himself. The solitary arm hugging his knees to his chest had him crying harder.
Now a Leo from another time might be thinking himself selfish for crying over his arm before making sure his brothers were okay; but those same brothers had drilled into his brain (and their own) that if no one was dying right that second, to take care of himself first. They were all still working on that, but they were working on it.
Casey was panicing.
"Um, it's okay. I'll uh I'll go get your brothers? Would that help?" I have no idea what I'm doing.
Every action was faltering, not sure what would help or make it worse. He moved toward the door, deciding to find someone else who would know what to do, at least more than he did.
Leo noticed Casey leaving and was clutched by fear, he hated crying alone.
"Don't leave!" was choked out past his tears in desperation.
The utter and absolute panic in the slider's eyes told Casey that the best course of action would be to stay. So he did. His hand lifting off the doorknob to hang awkwardly at his side. Casey came back around to sit back down in the chair Leo had first seen him in.
"I won't." He promised.
Leo sagged in relief. Silence only broken by shuddering breathes settled over the room. Surprisingly the atmosphere was not negative.
Casey was still uncertain if he should be doing something more, so he fidgeted nervously. Carefully studying Leo when he sat back up, wiping away his remaining tears with his remaining hand, sniffling.
"Do you....um.....do you want a hug?"
For Casey a hug always made him feel better after crying.
Leo looked surprised by the offer but recovered quickly, smiling softly and shy. "Sure, I'd love one."
Casey stood and leaned over, wrapping his arms around Leo. He gave his best, most comforting hug he could, mindful of Leo's injuries.
It reminded Leo of Raph's hugs. Of a big brother. Of warmth and safety. It wasn't nearly as crushing and all-encompassing, but it was still absolutely amazing and exactly what he needed.
felt like runa needed a comprehensive guide to his visuals across the board, from sapling to his more known/recent mordrem self
form 1: sapling! this is how he spent a good few decades of his life, his eye motif are only markings, much like an aspen tree
form 2: the big oopsie that happens shortly after the first time he heard mordremoth's voice, he's horribly burnt and most of his left arm crumbles off, along with some of his hip, this makes his ability to stand evenly difficult
form 3: taken in fully by mordremoth, his body is imbued with a huge amount of regenerative power and having access to better nutrients and abundant dragon magic has his body repair and overcompensate, ending up with this charcoal-like armour [his shift in colour is also caused through staining over the decades from the charcoal dust flaking off of him] this armour extends down his leg to strengthen it after the burning left him with an awkward stance/limp
the 3rd form can drift back towards his original sapling look as well, but it's purely an illusion [it's as tangible as any other illusion from a powerful mesmer]
OC of mine, Ohm. He is pretty much a zombie but not really. Maniac and a fool. Was not happy that one experimenting surgeon cut his dick and balls off, and sold a few of his organs on the black market. 🌝 how dare,,,
mysterious monsters have invaded Iceberg Isle and killed everyone... but Rocma won't give up that easily, she still needs to protect the only thing she has left, her daughter!
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misteriosos monstruos han invadido Isla Iceberg y asesinado a todos... pero Rocma no se va a rendir tan fácil, ella todavía tiene que proteger la ultima cosa que le queda, su hija!
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Ice Scream (and Rocma and Mafuyu) by Funamusea
