#tw blod

[trip-wild-art]

Do you have any ibuprofen?

I got a headache…

[eu0n1a]

izuku if he was in alien:earth

he isn't like anything they have ever seen before. sometimes he's there. other times the cage is vacant. or atleast that's what he makes the others believe. but his power isn't invisibilty. no. it's far worse than that.

he looks like a 15-year old with a sharpness in his emerald eyes. watching over the guards, the scientists, and the guards as they pass by. he smiles at wendy when she passes by but it doesn't seem like a normal smile. it's an imitation of something he doesn't truly understand.

he can capture certain voices. heard the word xenomorph between hushed voices. he quickly came to the conclusion what they wanted to do. all captured and chained, he saw as the xenomorph was taken in. the xenomorph was frustrated and irritated.

while izuku was cornered, his frantic movements as he plead, "Please don't do this, let me out!" but this was merely an experiment and he was merely a specimen to be observed.

once the xenomorph entered and the doors shut, it sneered at him. but then it happened, the air warped and the xenomorph was gone. as if it was erased from existence.

"Let. Me. OUT." he screamed from the top of his lungs again and again. slamming his head against the glass. again. and again and again. and again. even as they left the department and returned to the laboratory the thud continued as if he felt nothing from it at all. only seeking a reaction, only seeking a compassionate idiot who might fall for it.

they use multiple tests to detect what he is. detect what happened:

LIDAR array (light detection and ranging)

• it is expected to capture a subject's body

• however, the scan returns absolute gibberish. beams scatter and bend. a massive amorphous shape covers almost every corner. moving constantly.

electromagnetic imaging

• a storm of currents twist around the xenomorphs' mass in the matter of a second. forming whirlpools in milliseconds. it could best be compared to phagocytosis, where a pseudopodia-like substance stretches out and completely absorbs the xenomorph from the 3D world.

those screams for help. a desire to escape. they were never real. he's as emotional as a blood cell, as sentient and immortal as a jellyfish, as catastrophic as a natural disaster.

that izuku they see. the blood dripping down his skull is not real. he's more powerful than any organism in this ship. a projection, an explanation for what cannot be seen by any 3D organism.

[ask-shy-guy]

TW:Blood!

"I cured him."

[savestarss]

:)

[eu0n1a]

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[myorgansaremelting]

I legit thought I was dying of internal bleeding earlier. Turns out it’s just my period.

[hazelandglasz]

Just a small town vampire trying to satisfy her cravings ...

[shadowsandsmoke]

closed starter for @killgames​

As his fangs retract and the vampire takes a step back, Jacques realizes what he’s done. Fifty-two years. That’s how long it’s been since he’s lost control like this, practically ripped someone’s throat out, drained them of their blood until their body fell limp in his arms. His tongue slides along his wet lips, cleaning the excess blood from them, and then wiping the blood that runs down his chin and covers his mouth with the back of his hand.

“No...” Jacques says quietly, as if that would will this situation into oblivion, erase the past and change this. Of course, it doesn’t.

He hadn’t meant to kill the man, especially not like this, but when he had come threatening to expose Jacques and his illegal business, well, Jacques just sort of snapped. He hadn’t acted on impulse like that in so long, he had trained himself to not be a murderer, he might be a monster but he wasn’t going to kill anymore.

Now that’s changed.

The man does the only thing he can think of, calls the man who’s fixed problems like this for him before, though it had never come to cleaning up and getting rid of a body. Jacques is aware that he does it though, aware that he’s the man’s only hope. He gives him a call, his voice even and normal, cryptic, disguised language that alerts him to there being an issue and telling him to come to his warehouse as soon as possible.

Jacques is standing there, blood all down the front of his shirt, when the other arrives. He turns his dark brown eyes up to the man, who, up until this point, he’s never seen face to face before.

“I’m afraid I’ve made a mistake.” Jacques says, turning his eyes towards the man’s pale white body on the ground.