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[0-9str]

Carrie Mikan!

“But Four It’s not Spooky season anymore” WRONG. It’s always Spooky Season. For week five of @/adminleonsrestingplace’s Spooky month prompts! (Not tagging bc idk if they want to be tagged in gore).

Prompt: Despair -  It;s a Carri Ewhite. If you know you know. Can someone teach me how to draw blood because I clearly don’t know how lol.

Feel free to use all of these as long as you credit me!

[saintlyfangs]

ƁƦƠƘЄƝ & ƊЄƤƦƖƔЄƊ; 𝓒𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰

⎨• •deathdealsat198pergallon• •⎬

❨ 起死回生 ❩  🦇  ⋘   As he cutaway flesh he used the hot water, because it barely even seemed to contain cold, to rinse the area clean. Cut, wash, cut, wash, carefully with such tender precious, and a hand so steady one would never know this man was currently high.

Though, not as high as they had been when they first arrived. But, lucky they were so busy contracting on their job they mind never wondered, and they never released. Until they were finished. That’s when their hands finally began to take on the first tremors of withdrawal.   ⋙

❝ He-he, all nice and pretty, ne. ❞  ⧝  He said shakily, as he poured a bottle of supergrade liquor upon the wound to clean it.   ⋙

❝ Ah, it looks like your finally fading in, and out from the pain, ne. I thought you be out by now. Kinda hoped you would, you know. But, I can still see you glaring at me from those slits. ❞  ⧝  He continued to chat, he honest meant that being out comment to be nice. Not like he liked slicing into somebody who could feel what he was doing.   

Well, ok, maybe if this creature had earned that feeling inside of him. Although, that was not the case here, and therefore he did not take pleasure in his dicing.  ⧝  ❝ You should allow the peace of unconsciousness to take you. After I am done here I have to carry your sorry ass home, ne. It’s unbearably cold, it’s going to irritate that wound even when it’s covered. ❞

⋘   As he spoke, a shaky hand carefully slide under the others body; their palm, and fingers spread wide to cover as much sufferance as possible of the back of the spine and the neck. Than lifted ever so carefully to side in an uncomfortable log, one that was as smooth as could be found, to help him prop the death god up.

When that log was under the body at the upper back, he carefully lowered the other. But only moved the spread hand to the back of the head to keep the neck as straight as possible. Before they placed a long, thick clean gaze over the wound. Than began wrapping their neck with medical tape, taking the time around the neck, down and across the chest, under the arms and back up.

After they were finished they went about cleaning up the place like they never there; tossing anything not needed into the fire, before killing the fire with sand, and cleaning that up. Than they went back outside with a quick word they be back. But they returned right away puzzled, but with a smile

Shaking their head they went about getting their patient ready to leave, even going as far as to give them the coat they were wearing. After all they were much more used the weather, and were currently stronger. Thus could endure the cold the death god could not momentarly. Before sweeping the other carefully off their feet, and like a princess made their way out, and on their way home.   ⋙

⋘   When the other awake again, they were floating peacefully on whatever they had been given. The pain a fleeting memory. The only factor that it was real was the fact they were still wrapped up. But, they were now freshly cleaned up head to toe, and in new clothing that did not belong to them.

Below them they were resting on a thin, but comfy mat. The floor felt warmer than it should possibly be able, especially in dead winter. Leaving the blankets over them to act as a sealant for the heat. Their head rested on a single pillow, though several more were scattered around the small floor bed in the middle of the room.

Looking around they find themselves in a small room, the walls looked to see better days, and yet it was well kept. It said, it had once been a home of wealth; but now it was only holding up be the shear love of whoever was currently living in it.

The room itself was simple natural colours styled in that of a olden traditional samurai home. One wall held an alcove separated by wood; one part had a small upper closed shelving with what was once beautiful, but now fading designs on the doors. Below was a single wood shelf connected part by the wood parting, and the other that of a small cupboard with same fading designs. The other seemed to be a makeshift closet, that was closed to the eyes of noisy people.

The other wall normally held rice paper shutters, now held thick wood shutters that were used as a wall. Against the wall were old cabinets that looked like staircases back to back like a triangle. The wood clearly as antique as the rest of the room. Another wall held more thick wood shutters, these seem to actually match the rest of the wood of the room, most likely original part of the room; they held only one set of the stair cabinets, the other side was empty, most likely used to go in and out.

The last wall had another set of thick wood shutters again in another colour of wood, and was partially open. Between the cracks was another room, much bigger with a ground fireplace in the middle. It was currently cooking whatever was in the giant black cauldron hanging above it from the rafters.

Inside the room again, it was clear this was the main bedroom as it said homely. Photos were scattered around the room, objects like a hair brush, beauty products, and nick nacks flourished every open space available. For a place known for being ravaged by death, and the poor who had nothing the room said this person lived well, very well.

Noise outside the partially open doors was heard, before the one of the doors was pushed aside. A head of raven black hair, and very pale gray skin that still looked lively with a red flush of life popped in. Red hues that looked lively, and yet a bit clouded looked around, before finally falling to stare on the rooms quest. Pink lips perked up into a small smirl, before a smirk took over.   ⋙

❝ Ne, you’re awake, finally. How do you feel, I bet you feel great. I have you on enough drugs to be on cloud nine. ❞  ⧝  They seemed so proud, and than a frown quickly formed.  ⧝  ❝ You better appreciate this, I dug into my own stash, ne. I’ll ask if your hungry, but most don’t have much on an appetite on what I have you on. ❞

⋘   And than their face brightened into something of realisation, and they laughed.  ⧝  ❝ Oh, though maybe it wouldn’t be so great with that hole in you throat, right, and all. Ne, no worries I sent word to Shinra, he’ll come when he can. He will bring the equipment to help feed you why your healing, and make sure your surgery is healing properly. ❞

⋘   When the other didn’t say anything, they stared back as well, and blinked. Before their lips formed an amused twitch as to why the guest looked so annoyed, and quiet. A single finger pointed out from long wooley sleeves to long for their arms, down at the floor.   ⋙

❝ Pen, and paper. That is, if you can spell, ne. ❞

[miss-ostrich-art]

~Maybe wearing white was a bad idea~

[sketch-wolf]

Yesterday I had a hard time thinking of what to draw, but today I had an idea. Since Halloween is just a week away it’s time to get spooky.

[tricksheart]

An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

Physical prompts based around some of my favorite tropes / physical actions in threads. Send this   + reverse   to change which muse does which action.

tw for implied violence in some

( accepting )

@tanteichi​ said: [  bullet  ]  sender  takes  a  bullet  for  receiver  (  from shinichi and literal because he’s just the epitome of bad luck :'))

In any other case, this would had been serious for him. A bullet firing off in the distance from anywhere would had been bad news but not this time. As with his cognition altering powers, any weapon fired from those plastic and fake models were basically useless if anyone saw them as that, just a prop. Just as Akira is about to think this in his mind however, a certain bow-tied detective stands in front of Akira, ready to take the brunt of the still live bullet, the trickster’s own cognition being broken by the sudden appearance of the other person in the line of fire.

So much so that the bullet wasn’t rendered useless in time and struck Shinichi right in the arm, almost close to his left hand. There was a shriek of a pain induced cry followed by panic as Akira froze in place in what happened. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He had everything planned out, why did that detective decided to distract him? Sure, Shinichi had no clue how cognitive pscience worked because to him that was just a fantasy people had made up in their minds to escape the laws of logic. Not to mention that is was not funded correctly because of that as well.

Akira is sure he doesn’t even understand in what he actually does as a thief. It’s way different than was Kaitou Kid does and still the trickster keeps that under wraps so it’s natural for anyone to assume the opposite. But more importantly is what to do with the detective currently panicking more than he should. Akira could take Shinichi to a hospital but something tells him that none of them would want to go there, less they be questioned as to why this all happened in the first place. Not ideal.

However, there is one place he could go, but Akira doesn’t know how Shinichi would act once they got there, but that bleeding from the wound looked bad and he didn’t have any options. And the bullet was still intact. The best bet would to go to the back alley clinic in Yogen-Jaya. Only problem is that the walk wasn’t a hop and a skip away but it was the best bet out there. Akira used his jacket to help stop the bleeding and ushered the other to get out of there because sticking around wasn’t the greatest idea in hindsight.

While they walk towards the smaller suburb in the city of Tokyo, the trickster casually brings up a certain question. “So what’s your opinion of doctors that dress in gothic clothes and is a punk? Just asking”.

[cage-n-saurian]

Here’s a bit of Shang Tsung swag damage.

Good night