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happyfoxx-art · 5 months
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Aftermath Impact 20 | Weird turtle-less episode lol. Enjoy!
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lightwise · 2 months
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Crosshair's Choice
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Fine. We'll do it your way.
I won't leave you this time.
I've made my decision.
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melblogsgfreethruptsd · 3 months
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warmblanketwhump · 5 months
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A struggles to regulate their body temperature, maybe after a traumatic event, injury, or illness.
They used to wear trendy, well-fitted clothing—now, they wear layers of large sweaters and flannel/wool pants and wool socks around—anything to help insulate them and stay warm.
certain times of day are clockwork for spells of chills. it’s common for them to come to breakfast huddled in a blanket, and it takes them at least a half hour of clutching mug of hot tea to warm up enough to function. If they stay up too late at night, they shiver in bed for hours.
being outdoors in the fall and winter is miserable. they try to dress for the weather, but they inevitably get a chill in their bones that they can’t shake for hours even when indoors.
the others can tell when they’re cold, no matter how hard they try to hide it—shoulders drawn tight, arms hugged close, the occasional shivers that ripple down their spine.
during team meetings, A’s the only one huddled in a blanket with a hot water bottle clutched to their core, even when the room is well heated.
their hands and feet ALWAYS feel like ice.
constantly feeling chilled makes it easier for them to get sick, especially when their body is always fighting to stay at a decent temperature. when they do get sick, they’re bedridden for days under piles of blankets.
they used to not be a very tactile person, but now they’re always down for a hug or for someone to throw an arm around their shoulders, the warmth of another human providing indescribable comfort—especially after what they went through.
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whumpster-dumpster · 2 months
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"I just want to go back to how it was before."
"You can't. But you can still work to make it better than it is now."
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bucketyd · 6 months
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Water for Fire
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jump-in-the-whump · 2 months
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Whumpee, although physically unharmed, had remained silent the entire time. Not a sentence, not a gasp, not a tear. Whumpee had said nothing from the moment Caretaker found them in that little cell, and even now that they were home, Whumpee was quietly wandering around, like a ghost, with sluggish movements and a blank look on their face.
Caretaker knew something was wrong and stayed close to Whumpee the whole time, talking to them and trying to get them to say a few words, but to no avail. Whumpee continued to stay silent and stare into the void, so Caretaker smiled at them and gently patted their shoulder. “How about I get something to drink? I'll be right back…”
But as Caretaker took a step away, Whumpee's eyes widened in terror and their hands trembled as they reached out, grasping desperately for Caretaker's sleeve. “No! Please!” Whumpee pleaded, their voice cracking. “Please, don't leave me alone…I-I can't… I can't bear it.”
Caretaker's smile disappeared as they looked into Whumpee's haunted eyes. The realization of Whumpee's fragile state hit them like a physical blow. “I won't leave you, Whumpee,” Caretaker vowed, their voice unwavering as they wrapped Whumpee in a tight embrace. “I'll never leave you alone again.”
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cactikiki · 3 months
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Also take a height chart now that I've drawn them all :]
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the-bloody-sadist · 5 months
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Hurt comfort/aftermath of Mori’s abuse comm exclusively on ptrn! Full here
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happyfoxx-art · 1 year
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Aftermath Impact 6 | Finally some good news :D AND BARRY'S HERE! SO to keep on my schedule, i had to gloss over the hospital trip despite all the nonsense that i wanted to happen. i wanted it to be tense and stressful and have some close calls or something but alas. I had to jam it all into one page.
This is definitely an invite to some of you talented writers out there, if that idea speaks to you please go off XD
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bunnyinfoxclothing · 15 days
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You know what I’m thinking about?
What if after the battle at Hazbin Hotel as the cannibals clean up the dead angels. They find one that just so happens to still be alive.
I mean I know nifty was going around stabbing some as they landed so it would have to be one really lucky angel.
But picture this.
Vaggie turns around. Intent on heading back inside for a drink. She can’t bare to watch her sisters so ruthlessly torn apart. It makes her stomach turn to see wings torn apart in ways a little too similar to her own.
She feels physically ill. So she walks away.
But then she hears it.
A pained scream.
She runs before she can even think. She’s hardwired to protect. She knows the sound of her sisters and she can’t help the way she throws herself over the quivering body.
The way that dispite being barely able to stand on her own she uses her body as a shield. Offering up her wings to the cannibals in exchange for life.
Knowing the pain that comes with loosing one’s wings and deciding this was the better option than hearing the screams of a slow death from someone she used to love with all her heart.
The way everyone backs up upon seeing her in such a fugue state. Looking to Charlie for an answer.
Charlie who can only look on in confusion then pained understanding as Vaggie rolls off the body then flips onto her stomach, flipping the body over herself then trying desperately to stand.
Weak legs carry them both to the safety of the hotel.
People try to help. Try to take the weight off her. Try to talk to her but the only response they get is an aggressive hiss or bird-like chitter and another step.
Vaggie doesn’t rest until her sister is in the safety of a nest she has never built in all her life. But in this moment of pure feral need to save the only member of her surviving species. The only other down here with her. The only one who can truly hope to understand her. She creates the first of its kind.
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anguishmacgyver · 4 months
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undeath1245 · 25 days
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Just thought if I put this here after episode seven. Enjoy this poorly made meme.
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elitadream · 8 months
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Sing for Absolution - Part 4
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whumpster-dumpster · 3 months
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"They're going to be okay. I thought you'd be more relieved."
"I am. But Whumpee trusted me to keep them safe, to not let something like this happen, and now look at them. I let them down."
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circusinarun · 1 month
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Ma baby <3
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