PHM swap au where Human Eridians (Hu-ridians) have figured out a way to do permanent skin grafts from a different person. Scarification is very popular, and skin graft based body mods are as well. Imagine, body mod places with a bunch of lab grown skin from different people depending on what shading/comparative contrast to your skin you want. Entire Hu-ridian fanfiction tropes around possessive mates not letting the other donate skin to body mod labs, or get anyone's skin grafted onto their mate but their own. Angst tropes of mates who have died and all the others have left of them is the skin grafts or lab grown skin. Tropes about people trying to make their dead mate from nothing but the skin grafts, and creating a suffering Frankenstein's monster instead, only resembling them in theory.
Now, Eridian Grace using a little colour reader and asking why the parts of Rocky's skin he assumed was just a different type of scarification was actually a completely different shade and colour, and Rocky just going "Oh yeah, that's Adrian's skin." Grace does the equivalent of throwing up. He eventually comes around to his leaky space blob's body mod choices, admitting it's a very sweet concept to have a piece of someone you love forever attached to you, but Rocky is somewhere between cackling and berating him for a solid few minutes there.
[ ‼️BIG NOTE ‼️I shouldn’t even be saying this & it should be obvious asf but we living in a time that ppl are fr dumb but ya’ll I DO NOT SUPPORT the shit my oc be doing & all that obvious stuff and most important: PLEASE DON’T woobify him, that is uncomfortable & disrespectful as shit to his character. Bro is bad news and that’s that. ]
Anyway me when I bring back an very very old ass oc to refresh him & tweak his story n shit, uh idk what 2 say beside if u have any question i can try my best 2 reply. :-P
Obsessed with the inevitably of the batkids having trackers on them at all times. It happens in every universe.
If its not Bruce who plants them, its alfred. If its not alfred or bruce, it's Barbra. If its not any of them it's one of the batkids who's turned into an evil overlord.
The universes where Bruce as Batman plants bugs on them while they go unawares are SOMEHOW usually the best universes to live in, somehow they all end up safe.
Just- yeah no matter what universe you're in you can count on a batkid AT LEAST having a tracker somewhere on them and someone hunting them down if they go too long without being seen.
My ridiculous hc on this topic is that to prevent an Injustice esque scenario from happening, Bruce has these trackers implanted in their arms/legs (so they can’t find them or easily remove them) and if he even thinks they’ll be compromised or used against the family in some way, he sets off a remote micro-explosion in the tracker itself. Nothing that would injure them, but a sharp burst of pain as it disintegrates back into the bloodstream.
Which is all to say, every now and then Dick grabs his arm, grunts in pain, and goes “BRUCE—” because he didn’t even notice Bruce plant this one and he swore he was ready last time and somehow Bruce still got one in his arm AGAIN.
some miscellaneous cecil :P (this was supposed to be short but i got too cecil-brained)
cw // yandere behavior, stalking, nonconsenual body modification, cecil lowkey hates mark and its ur fault :P, breeding kink/pregnancy mentioned (lmk if i missed any tags)
ive said this before but cecil is a pretty soft yandere
i mentioned this in a reblog but its pretty likely that papa cecil/lover cecil/both (to my fellow freaks) WILL put brain chip implants/tracker implants in you during minor/major surgeries
becuz he IS overprotective and paranoid
i feel like most people don’t know he even had someone (except donald) until it’s a situation where he needs to save u from harm
he would even go to nolan to help you like he lovesss you babe
i cant really imagine him kidnapping you though
like he’s a really soft yandere, all of his yandere tendencies are behind your back and secretive
getting you a job in a place where he can watch you
putting cameras all over your house and the town you live in
the tracker in your body somewhere (really depends on the procedure you went in for) (if ur a relatively healthy person with no need for invasive surgeries, he’s forcing convincing your dentist that u need some teeth thing done and getting it put in your tooth idk im no dentist)
also lets talk brain chip, the only reason he’d ever put that in you is if you’re a hero of some kind that he can’t easily control/handle
but, idk if your relationship would ever get to that point yk? unless you start investigating and cecil realizes you’re about to leave or smth, then he’d use it on you
for a non-supe, i think he’s strong enough (although cecil’s old asf, he’s still strong/stronger than the regular person) to be able to handle you being a brat
brat tamer cecil….. hdfndnhgnnhnhngn
anywhooo, cecil can’t really stop hero!you from interacting with the other heroes
you guys are all coworkers technically and even if he wants to keep you away from them and away from danger… he can’t
papa cecil: can u imagine if you start dating a hero, like ohhmygod cecil’s losing his shittt
doesn’t even matter if ur a hero or not, like he will NOT allow it
lover cecil: dealing with you wanting to be in the middle of the action is already hard enough, then theres fucking MARK telling you all the stuff that he DELIBERATELY LEFT YOU OUT OF
then ur in his office, pissed, and he has to make up some bullshit excuse
and it’s not like he can tell that fuckass kid to not talk to you cause lord knows he’s gonna snitch immediately to you
all the other heroes are aware that hero!you are in a relationship with cecil, it’ll be hard to hide it considering how much cecil favors you
so eve and rex would try to explain to mark to leave you alone but like…. we know mark lmao
also random thought nsfw sorry: cecil would have a breeding kink like
number one: if ur a hero and u get pregnant, then you’re out of commission for a while and that’s long enough for cecil to convince you that “our kid needs you” “don’t put the baby in danger going on missions” “can you imagine me raising a kid on my own? i need you, (y/n).”
number two: he’s a freak who wants to feel like he has a claim over you
he’s not a superhero or anything, he feels like you def deserve better than him
but ifff you get pregnant… you’ll be tied to him forever
def insecure about his age
thinks you might leave him for someone younger but like… he’s so fine ughhhh cecil i want u so bad
(he doesn’t know that i want to fuck and suck the shit out of him)
Tw/Cw - objectification, unconsensual body modification, & obsessive behavior
Whumper who tattoos their name along whumpee's hip or side. In thick black ink as a form of ownership. Paying the tattoo artist extra to make it as painful as possible.
The tattoo takes up so much room that getting a coverup is damn near impossible. Extremely readable even from afar. Oriented upside down from Whumpee's perspective, looking down at their body.
Whumper picking a pretty, ornate font as a form of adornment. Seeing Whumpee as another one of their belongings instead of a person.
Or making it seem like Whumpee chose it during a drunk bender or simply a stupid tattoo by getting a more gaudy font type. Which only draws more eyes to it.
With Whumper paying extra, it turns out to be more a scratcher tattoo. With the tattoo artist going too deep, the lines end up extremely blurry. Giving it more of a hazy double-vision sort of look. Making it take long to heal.
During it, Whumpee had bit his tongue hard enough that they tasted blood. Mouth filling with that familiar taste of copper. It was pure agony sitting in the chair. If Whumpee has no tattoos, they're like "surely, not all tattoos feel like this." Assuming that their pain tolerance had lower with how long they've been in Whumper's "care"
There's a scar like quality to it with raised it ends up being. Eventually healing but not without infection. Not like Whumper kept Whumpee's enclosure all that clean or sterile to begin with. Caked in a mix of Whumpee's bodily fluids that reeked. It'd been that long since Whumper has last cleaned.
The lines become heavily raised, noticeably swelling. Whumpee whimpers when fabric brushes against it. The area of skin feels so warm. Like molten lava had been injected there, it hurts to touch. It’s only when the yellow pus appears that Whumper gets them any help. An expired pill bottle of antibiotics. The scabs that form steals some of the black ink, making the design patchy as hell.
If Whumper is the 'I should be the only one to see Whumpee's body' type of obsessive, they give Whumpee a more symbolic tattoo. Something that only the two of them would get. Something that makes people ask the meaning behind it. Even when they escape and are securely with Caretaker, Whumpee can't forget the time they spent with Whumper.
People think it's something very sentimental when Whumpee gets all choked up as they attempt to answer. Usually Caretaker is the one to evade the question. Always finding a way to wave off the question.
Caretaker eventually saves up enough to pay for a coverup. Trying to save it up quick when they see Whumpee try to carve it off their body. Not able to go through with it as the pain proves to be too much.
Sorry if this isn't your style, but a physically altered Whumpee (cyborg, neko, etc) confronting Whumper and maybe beating them up and shoving them around since they're stronger now? Thanks!!!
(TW: implied torture and dismemberment/amputation, body modifications, broken bones, kidnapping)
Whumper was a few drinks in at the bar. They were alone, as they usually were, as they preferred to be. It was their time to unwind after a long week. And at this particular bar, there were no rules. It was far enough away from normal civilization that no one gave a shit what happened there. Whether it was a bar fight, a drug deal, an abduction…everyone, the staff included, turned a blind eye. Whumper had even picked out a couple of their previous victims from this place.
They were grateful that society wasn’t what it used to be. They never could have lived out their passions in a world with normal laws. They were happy to see the collapse of the world if it meant they got to reap the benefits of it.
Whumper heard the stool next to them scratch on the floor as it was pulled out, and someone sat down next to them. While the stranger ordered in a rough, strangely robotic voice, Whumper took a glance.
There wasn’t much to look at. The stranger was covered head to toe in black clothing, even wearing gloves and a mask. The only part of them that was exposed was one of their eyes. The other was obscured by the same cloth their mask was made of, and a hood was pulled over their head.
The stranger received their drink and paid for it, but they didn’t drink just yet. They swirled the liquid around in their glass, watching the ice melt. Whumper couldn’t help but watch, almost hoping this strange figure would take the mask off so they could see what was under it.
“Nice night.”
Whumper jumped a little bit at the stranger’s sudden comment. They realized they had been staring, and they grabbed their own drink and took an awkward sip. “…Yeah. Real nice.”
The stranger turned their head to get a good look at Whumper before going back to their glass. “Burn victim,” they murmured.
“Ah.” Whumper had assumed the stranger wanted to hide something with how much they were covering. “So, uh…never seen you before. What brings you here?”
The stranger shrugged. “I’m new to this part of town. I wanted to see the…amenities for myself,” they explained. Their voice was starting to grate on Whumper’s ears. “I’ve heard a lot about this area.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. About how…loose it is. How you can do what you want here. See…I don’t like to play by rules.” The stranger’s visible eye met Whumper’s again. “I have a feeling you don’t either.”
Whumper laughed. “Hey, you got me. Why else would I come to a place like this?”
The stranger nodded. “Why else indeed.” Their gaze remained on Whumper for a long stretch of time before breaking away to swirl their otherwise untouched glass again. “I’ll be honest. I sat next to you because you seem like you’ve been here for a while. Like you know what you’re doing.”
That certainly didn’t help with deflating Whumper’s ego. They let themselves smirk at the comment. “Do I, now? Well, your guess would be correct. What do you wanna know?”
When the bartender was a little farther away, the stranger leaned in. “I want to find someone to play with. Just for the night, maybe a bit into the morning,” they whispered. “I want to find someone weak. Vulnerable. How do you spot someone like that?”
A grin grew onto Whumper’s face. Finally, an equal. “Oh, that’s easy,” they replied. “Find someone sitting alone. They’re gonna have this look about them, like they’re a mouse in a cage. Eyes darting around, uncertain. Watching everyone. It’s better if they’re drunk, too. If you go up to them and they shrink a little when they see you, but they don’t run, you’ve got a catch.”
The stranger hummed. “…Got it. Alone, drinking, and pathetic.” They stared again, with that single piercing eye. “Kind of like you, right?”
Whumper’s reply got caught in their throat. “I…w-what?” They barked out a nervous laugh. “What do you…”
The stranger’s hand went to their mask and the cloth covering their other eye, and they finally pulled them down and away. They weren’t a burn victim. Half of their face was made of metal. Their eye glowed red, blinking out of sync with their real one.
“What kind of stuff do you like to do to your victims, by the way?” The rough voice continued. “I could think of plenty of fun things, but…for some reason, I have a hunch that you like to mutilate.” The picked up the drink they ordered and downed it in one go, like a shot. “To dismember.”
They removed their gloves one at a time and shrugged off their jacket. The tank top revealed one regular human arm, and one robotic one. A large metal plate was visible on the other half of their torso.
“Am I correct? Is that what a freak like you does in their free time?”
Whumper stared in shock, heart beginning to beat faster. They’d never met a cyborg, only heard about them. People only did this to themselves when they were severely injured or on the brink of death. They were rare, and even more than that, they were extremely strong.
Whumper was ready to believe this person was just weird. Some rando messing with them. But then, the stranger removed their hood, revealing their soft, wavy hair.
Hair that Whumper could notice from way across the bar. Hair that they had noticed before.
Hair that no matter what they did, they would keep on that head.
This was no stranger. No, Whumper knew this person. Intimately well.
Whumpee revealed a predatory, half-metal smile. “Hey, Whumper.”
Before Whumper could take two steps from the stool, Whumpee’s robotic arm reached out and crushed Whumper’s wrist with its force, stopping them. Whumper screamed and tried to wrench themselves out of the unrelenting grip.
“WAIT!” Whumper cried, panicked. “W-Wait, wait a second, I’m sorry, I’m sorry for what I did, so sorry, Whumpee, I-I can make this right!”
Whumpee started walking to the door, dragging Whumper along with them.
“NO! NO NO, STOP!” Whumper continued to pull on their broken wrist, desperately trying to detach Whumpee’s grasp on them. They turned around to the bar’s patrons. “HELP ME! SOMEONE, PLEASE, STOP THEM!”
