#scratch marks

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Last Saturday was SO FUN. First subspace scene at the play party, and wow was I normal about a pretty girl carving into me.

Bonus back view

close-ups ✨

(love) bruises and bite marks 💅

Caretaker had one hand around Whumpees wrist and the other desperately fumbling for the pills the doctor had given them. They’d tried everything else.

Whumpee had dug them out of everything they’d tried to hide them in, and no amount of begging or bargaining was going to convince them to take them on their own.

But they were just going to keep getting worse without them. They were practically feral at this point, the pain and fear making them fight tooth and nail against anything and anyone that dared come near them.

Whumpee scrabbled at their trapped arm, gouging into Caretakers arm viciously with their still untrimmed nails. Blood dripped over their hands and to the floor but still, Caretaker held on, found the pill, and moved in.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart, I hope you’ll forgive me later…” they pleaded, before stuffing the pill down Whumpees throat, yanking their hand back before Whumpee could bite them.

They let go, and Whumpee scrambled back into the corner, chest heaving and wild eyes fixed on them warily.

“They’re gonna make you feel better, I swear… I promise, I wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt you…”

Their words are punctuated with the sound of blood dripping to the floor.

They took a better look at Whumpees scratches and winced.

They got me good, that’s for sure.

Long claw marks reached their inner elbow, a few had managed to catch their shoulder and jaw, but most were concentrated around their wrist, frantic and wild in their unevenness.

They sighed, looking between their arm and Whumpee, and sent up a silent prayer that those pills would do something.

Then, they grabbed a rag, mopped up the blood, and got to work with the first aid kit.

They didn’t mean to.

Something had taken over then when Caretaker had grabbed their wrist, and it wasn’t… It wasn’t Caretaker who they saw anymore.

Now, they saw them. Saw their blood under their nails and smeared across their hands and chest, dripping onto the floor.

Hot tears began to fall as Caretaker merely retreated, wrapping their arm as if it was just a paper cut.

Like the ungrateful beast in the corner hadn’t tried to rip them to shreds for trying to help.

“I-I’m sorry- I didn’t mean- I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry…” they managed, their apology sounding whiny and flimsy even to their own ears.

“You were just defending yourself,” Caretaker said after a moment, “I just wish you could feel safe with me.”

Me too… Like nothing else I’ve ever wanted in my whole life…

dermatographia makes little marks a whole lot cuter :3