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strawbby-shortcake · 3 months

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★ Lye Kisses (A Tyler Durden Oneshot) ★ [gn! reader]

Tyler had somehow convinced you to join him in his raggedy, mold-filled basement. He mentioned that he needed someone to help him test a new experiment- which you really did try to back out, but he forced you anyway. He's not the type to let you off the hook easily, or at all.

You scrunched your nose as the fumes of various and unidentifiable chemicals hit you straight in the face. Did he really just make soap, or was he trying to blow up the building? Who knows.

"Stand here, right in front of the table," Tyler said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You awkwardly complied and he put his large, transparent safety glasses on, glancing at you to make sure you stayed put.

He wiped his palms on his pants and leaned over the table, taking your hand in his.

"Tyler, what are you doing?" you asked, attempting to pry your hand away.

"Stop moving, this will only take a minute."

He glared at you with such intensity that you immediately stopped resisting. You knew that he could snap all the tiny bones in your hand if he so wished to, so you decided to not go against his "experiment," where you were the guinea pig. Not surprising, honestly.

He licked his lips and pressed a chaste kiss to the back of your hand.

You furrowed your brows and inspected his movements, "What is this?"

Tyler simply flashed a grin and held up a white jar before quickly saying:

"This is a chemical burn."

He poured the contents of the jar onto the shining wet kiss on your hand. Your brain didn't have enough time to register what was happening. It burned and seared a thousand times worse than getting splashed by boiling water or accidentally touching a hot pan.

You convulsed in pain as you writhed and thrashed your arm around. You felt the pain through your veins as if it was traveling and spreading throughout your body. Skin was bubbling and making fizzing sounds as you watched it nearly melt away.

Tyler was calm and collected, as usual. It didn't seem to phase him.

"It'll leave a scar," he explained.

You grinded your teeth together like a metal fork on glassware.

"No shit, jackass," you exhaled sharply. You didn't even know if you could inhale any oxygen into your lungs, and if you couldn't do that, you'll suffocate. Breathe.

You breathed in and imagined that you were on a grassy plain, the world was blissful, and you had no chemical burn. You breathed in and then again and again and again until you hyperventilated. Now you were lightheaded, from breathing too fast and the unending searing.

Tyler shook your arm, "Stay with the pain, don't shut this out."

You grimaced and bit the skin on your lip until it busted open and bled. Any other injury would be better than what Tyler just imposed on you. You knocked over a few items off the table in an attempt to loosen his grip.

"NO! NO! GOD!!" you screamed.

"Look at your hand! Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing!" he said sternly.

Your flesh was burning off, and you tried to picture the grassy plains once more. You needed to get away; you couldn't focus on what was in front of you.

Tyler started to slam the table with one hand and yell at you.

"COME ON!"

Tears were blurring your line of sight, snot and sweat mixed together on your face, and it was far from a pretty sight.

"I get the point, okay? Please!" you pleaded.

He shook his head in disappointment.

"It's the greatest moment in your life, man, and you are off somewhere missing it!" he said as he threw something across the room.

You wailed and squirmed in discomfort. This had to stop. HE had to stop.

"SHUT UP! Listen to me," Tyler shouted, ripping his glasses off his face and slamming them to the ground.

You were shaking in pain. Every part of your body felt like it was on fire, yet numb. You wanted to throw up. You wanted this to be over.

Tyler spoke gently, "This is not the worst thing that could happen."

You looked at him with tear-filled eyes. You were a pathetic excuse of a person.

"It isn't?" you asked in a whiny, desperate tone.

He leaned in closer to you and kissed your temple.

"Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children ... so be it!"

"OKAY I GOT IT STOP STOP!" you begged, knocking over buckets and soap bars.

Tyler held your hand firmly, "Listen! You can run water over your hand and make it worse ... or, LOOK AT ME! Or you can use vinegar to neutralize the burn."

He was serious, you knew he was. Tyler wouldn't lie about that. And you trusted him despite him shaking unwanted chemicals on your hand.

"PLEASE LET ME HAVE IT! PLEASE!"

To him, you were nothing but a test subject. To him, you were everything. To him, you were someone that needed to hit rock bottom.

"First, you have to give up," he whispered. "First you have to know, not fear, know, that someday you're gonna die. Until then? You are useless."

You spit on his face as you screamed, "You don't know how this feels!"

Tyler smirked and held up his right hand where there was a clearly visible scar in the shape of his lips. He rested his cheek on his hand and looked into your eyes- seemingly adoring how helpless you appeared.

"It's only after we lost everything that we are free to do anything."

"Okay ...," you nodded.

You concentrated on your hand, the burning and bubbling flesh, the way it smelled, the scar that would follow, the sweat dripping down the sides of your face, and most importantly, what Tyler had explained to you.

He released his tight grip on your wrist and slowly slid his hand out from underneath your own.

Standing upright, he grabbed a large jug of what you assumed to be vinegar and poured it on your hand. Instant relief. Sweet bliss. You groaned as you collapsed and held your hand close to your chest.

"Congratulations. You're one step closer to hitting the bottom," Tyler said.

You breathed heavily on the cold floor of the basement. Tyler was now kneeling by your side and turning your cheek to face him.

"And that, my dear, was a lye kiss."

He kissed the top of your head and left you lying on the ground. This was your life, and you felt like it was ending one minute at a time.

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#fight club #tyler durden #lye kiss #chemical burns #fight club fanfic #tyler durden x reader #i feel like tyler would absolutely destroy you at any given time #but he cares for you enough that he'll kiss you through it

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painsandconfusion · 6 months

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Back To Your Roots

With You - Part Fourteen

(tw: chemical burns, noncon haircut, yandere, domestic abuse, kidnapping) [Previous | Masterpost | Next]

Robin’s hair was red.

At least, it was right now. Ida assumed, anyway. She changed it a lot. Never quiet. Never simple. Never the same for more than a week at least in style, or a month in color. And she’d only had Red for two weeks now.

It was only a couple weeks ago that Robin finally convinced Ida to dye their hair.

“A little something special - to showcase who you are and how you want the world to see you. Not just how you were born,” she’d explained to them.

Ida had been wanting to for a long time. They’d stared at the midnight blue dyes on endless hours of scrolling in bed, and brushed off when Robin asked if they wanted to dye it.

“Nah,” they’d hummed, tucking their phone onto the nightstand. “It would stain my hair.”

“So?” Robin just curled up closer. “Then you can bleach it or dye it again. It’s your hair. You can do whatever you want with it.”

“..it’s too much upkeep. I’ll stick with what I have.” They’d pressed a kiss to Robin’s hand, and that was the end of that conversation.

On the other hand, Oren always loved their hair. Loved it long and straight and white as fallen snow. “That’s what makes you special,” he’d said. “It’s something unique about you - so few people look like you, why would you ever want to change that?” He’d kissed their lips, and that was the end of that conversation.

His words must have still haunted them, even years after they’d left his house, running off into the night and leaving him with a knife in his gut within crawling distance of his cellphone.

It had taken almost five whole years until Robin eased Ida into the idea of making their hair their own again. Not a trophy or a reminder of how they were so different from everyone else. Just…theirs. Nothing special. Theirs.

The hairdresser was so gentle and sweet. She’d massaged shampoo into their hair and chattered endlessly with Robin as she worked. She’d tried to pull Ida into conversation, but Ida shrugged off most of it, more than content to listen to Robin chatter about their cat and her books and the newest cardigan she’d found at the thrift store. Neon green, this time. A ‘perfect match’ for her navy skirt and royal purple scarf.

Ida so often wished they could be like her. Wished they would dare to wear bright, crazy colors and outfits made up of seven different styles. Bold enough to change their color weekly and chatter with hairdressers.

But..Ida was changing. They’d put a little color into their life now.

They’d let someone else touch their hair now.

They were outside and talking to other humans, and even getting a small strip over their left ear shaved away so they could pull the midnight blue and silver streaked mass off to one side.

It was so recent that it barely felt like a memory. It felt as it were still happening. That Oren’s fingers in their hair were the hairdresser’s. That his humming chatter was local gossip. That the aches that puckered across their flesh was just their imagination.

Oren’s voice made quick work of that breach to reality.

“You know, I’m not sure why you did this. I just really don’t understand,” he muttered, fingers tracing over their part where silvery white had started to grow underneath the midnight blue, pushing it up and out of the way.

“It’s not you at all. Were you trying to look like someone else??”

Ida stared at the kitchen wall, numb and hollow and silent.

His hands slid down their jaw and gripped it gently, tilting their head back until their eyes met his. “..that wasn’t a rhetorical question, dove.”

Ida’s stomach twisted as their eyes searched his. Trying to gauge how much danger was behind those words.

“..I wasn’t trying to look like anyone else.”

Oren frowned, thumbs brushing down their cheeks. Resting at the top, then sliding down again. Again and again and again. Petting them like a cat.

“Then why did you do it?”

Ida’s face pinched slightly. Of course he wasn’t going to go long without mentioning their hair. Why did they think they’d be able to get away with that? As if he just wouldn’t notice that their hair was blue now.

“..I…I don’t know.”

Oren sighed, leaning down over the back of the chair to press a lingering kiss to their forehead. “Precious thing,” he murmured. Nuzzling a little. “You don’t know anything when I’m not around, do you?”

Ida’s stomach was starting to churn now. Eyes squeezing gratefully shut. They’d take his lips over his eyes. Gladly.

Fingers curled in, almost bruising at the underside of their jaw as Oren’s breath warmed against their forehead. Ida strained, back aching at the angle as they squirmed away from bruising fingertips.

They hadn’t answered. Right-

“..no-”

Evidently that was good enough. His fingers unwrapped slightly, smoothing up and through their hair again. “We’re going to fix this.” With one more kiss to their forehead, he pulled back, taking their hand to guide them to standing.

Ida chewed on their lip, but followed as he wanted. Anywhere he wanted.

Evidently that was out of the room. The floorboards seemed to creak a little louder than usually as they crossed the foyer and moved up the steps. Into the bathroom.

..that wasn’t figurative, was it. He was going to get rid of the blue. Get rid of what tiny piece of Robin they had here.

Ida’s eyes burned as he dragged a chair to the sink, turning it around. He guided them to it.

Ida didn’t fight it.

How could they?

There wasn’t any stopping this, so why bother.

They just sat, hands curled around each other in their lap. Stomach in knots.

Oren turned on the tap, fingers pressed to their forehead to tilt their head back over the sink. Ida was good. They followed the push and slumped down in the seat so their head rested on the edge of they porcelain, hair ready to shift into the stream.

Oren pressed a quick kiss to their lips as he tugged their hair out into the bowl and started thoroughly wetting it. “This will be good. You’ll start feeling so much more like yourself again. Maybe you’ll start singing, hm?” He took a moment to dip and nuzzle their nose with his.

So, he wanted them singing more.

Ida took a note of that, letting their eyes close against the water and the proximity and the light in their eyes. “..maybe,” they breathed. Staying quiet.

They tried to think back to that little barber shop.

Tried to feel Robin’s hand holding theirs.

They let the world slip away, and let themself believe, if only for this moment, that the hands in their hair were that hairdressers - Ida couldn’t stop kicking themself for forgetting her name-

They imagined the radio playing crackling, distant music - a song they’d heard a million times but never remembered the words to. Country. Warm and upbeat and nostalgic.

Robin’s voice. Janet Finch plots debated, and local gossip. Not Oren’s soft humming. Not his hands. Not the smell of bleach too strong for this to be the hairdresser’s.

Tin foil. That was familiar.

Oren tore it with his teeth, wrapping lumps of hair up in the stuff before tilting them up in the chair. A washcloth dabbed at the drips that moved down their neck.

This was it. There wasn’t any stopping it now. Even if they ran and screamed and rinsed it away, the bleach had plenty of time already to damage the midnight blue that Robin had to painstakingly supported / pestered them into getting.

Ida could see her face in the darkness when their eyes were closed. Her little hands poking and prodding and fretting with how the fresh lockes laid.

Gentle.

Simple and kinda, yet bubbling with excitement and compliment.

But that was then. And this was now.

Ida’s face pinched, eyes finally opening again to look up at Oren. As the world pressed back to the scent of pine and bleach and citrus, Ida’s scalp started to tinge. Started to scratch and burn as if hair was being ripped out at the root.

Their hands lifted, distress on their face as they reached for the foil - only to be caught in Oren’s.

“Don’t touch it, it needs to sit.”

Ida felt a whine press from their throat, hands pulling against Oren’s. “..O-..Oren, it…it burns-”

He shushed them, leaning in to press a kiss to their nose. “It won’t take long. I don’t want you half green now just because it’s uncomfortable.”

Tears brimmed at Ida’s eyes as they started pulling against him in ernest. “N-no it- it’s -ssomethign’s wrong this isn’t right-”

Oren’s jaw set. Fingers tightened around their wrists until bones shifted under his grip. A pressure that promised blooming bruises by tomorrow. “Don’t. Don’t lie to me. It’s already going to be ruined with how much I’ve done with it now. It’s not like you can save it.”

The tears slid hot down their face as they shriveled under his grip. “Ore, please-I-Im nnot lying - it- it hurts Oren please-”

Oren’s lips just pinched into a thin line. “It’s only going to take a few more minutes. Just relax.”

Ida’s head shook, pulling against him again. “O-ren please-”

Oren groaned, letting go of one of their hands to reach up to the foil. “Just chill, it’s n-” He stopped, frowning. Touching the foil. Again. “..why’s it so hot-?”

Ida just dissolved into sobs, free hand now clutching at his shirt. Some unknown ghost was ripping their hair off by scalpy bits, shoving flame at the tears to cauterize it. It flickered and tingled and screamed at them in a cacophony of sensation and warnings. “Ore- pl-lease-”

Oren finally let go of their other hand, shoving the foil off.

It splat into the sink easily. What should have freed them left nothing dangling down to touch their neck - even at this angle.

“..fuck,” he muttered, faucet turning on again. “Head back again, love - I’m gonna rinse this out.”

That command, they had no problem following. They shoved themself toward the water, begging it to put out the fire - even if Oren’s fingers on their scalp burned, the water soothed it and helped shove away the worst of the pain.

“..didn’t even take out half the fuckin’ color,” he grumbled, scrubbing at their scalp until Ida was crying fresh again.

They caught a glimpse of the foil as it dropped into the trash can, long strands of blue and white flickering through the air before falling out of view.

..how much was gone???

Their hands pressed over their face, shielding their eyes and stifling their sobs into muffled shadows of what they could be.

They held still.

They were good.

They didn’t move besides shifting as per his instruction as he shoved out the last of the chemical, dried their hair, and fretted with it, trying to coax what was left to frame their face.

Ida couldn’t look at him - they certainly couldn’t look in the mirror.

There was a long silence as he stared at them.

“..I’m just gonna shave it. You didn’t need it, anyway. It’ll grow back fresh and white and perfect.”

..what were they supposed to say to that.

Nothing.

They were supposed to say nothing.

They just trembled a nod, face still tucked safely into their hands. A kiss pressed to their knuckles, and he started moving.

They held still. Listening to him opening the drawer. To the chord unwinding. To the plug clicking into place. To the soft electric hum.

They whimpered, but didn’t move as the teeth of the razor scraped across furious scalp, rippling burning pain down their spine. They pulled their legs up, arms wrapping around them.

They held still.

They were quiet.

They were good.

They didn’t move or breathe more than necessary as piece after piece fell down around them and to the ground.

They’d probably be the one to clean them up later.

It barely took a minute. Then it was gone.

Everything was gone.

“Go on, dove. You can look now.” A hand slid over their hair, roaming over the half inch strands and ghosting over burns they didn’t have to see to know they were there.

Ida looked. They looked if only to appease him.

A stranger stared back at them through the glass. Eyes red and white from crying. Hair hacked down to a patchy remnant of what remained. The white strands were so thin, they barely seemed there at all.

Oren’s shirt.

Oren’s home.

Oren’s dove.

They turned, pressing their face into him. Escaping their own reflection.

Oren cooed soft laments as he scooped them up, keeping their face tucked into him as he carried them out of the bathroom. “It’s all done now. It’s all done and you did so good for me, dove.”

They clung to him even after he set them down on the bed, muffled sobs curling into his shirt even further than their fingers - their entire self buried in him. Wishing he could make the rest of the world go away. At least for a moment.

Oren was good. He obeyed them as they did him. He moved easily and smoothly, pulling them both onto the bed and moving blankets up and over Ida so they wouldn’t have to let go of him or even look up. He cradled them close, rocking back and forth a little as he pressed kisses to the edges of the burns. “It’s all done. All done now.”

This time, Ida couldn’t bring themself to pretend it was Robin’s arms holding them.

He’d never be her.

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If anyone knows where heathen-whump wibbly-wobbly-whump hold-back-on-the-comfort and mable-donut went please tell :(

This is the color Ida has(d), by the way-

It's shorter and thinner, but that exact same color and fade.

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wilbursims · 1 month

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I decided to redesign a character of mine that I've missed dearly. His name is Willard! He may or may not have started the zombie apocalypse.

#chemical burns #severe chemical burns #burns #severe burns #radiation burns #... So many burns.#Poor guy.#He's supposed to be a villain and yet I feel bad for him.#wilbur sims #my artwork

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 1 year

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Whump Prompt #1096

Chemical burns. They can range from a mile irritation to full on welts. Apparently, they can also be classed the same as normal burns due to the effect on the skin (first, second and third degree.) They can also leave terrible scars and lets not forget the agony - especially if your whumpee cannot rinse the substance off immediately.

More information (NHS) [X]

#whump #writing #prompts #ideas #burns #chemical burns

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ecurps · 6 months

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Hey, folks. Anyone adjusting to washing bleachable laundry [whites]: Be careful of chemical burns.

I didn't realize the long-sleeve shirt I put on and ran errands in hadn't been thoroughly rinsed. I made an error at some point; too much bleach, not long enough wash/dry cycle, etc. Not much I can do but wait till monday. =/ Thankfully the burns on my thighs are already mostly healed. It's like having chicken pox again... Fighting the urge to scratch. ^^;

So... Lesson? Use less bleach than you think you need. By like 30-50%. Make sure your clothes are fully rinsed & dry before wearing them.

....eh. And an extra tip: don't do your laundry on a holiday weekend.

#adulting #laundry #bleach #chemical burns #bleach burns #tips & advice

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vampiregirl2345 · 3 months

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So far, it had been two days since my little guy got out of the hospital. His burns are healing well and hes not in any extreme pain. Im so glad hes okay. Fellow parents, please be careful with harmful chemicals or medication. Just because you think your toddler cant or wont get into it, doesnt mean youre right. Better to simply put that stuff out of reach than trust that things will be fine.

#me #toddler #chemical burns #psa #parenting #safety

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kakashis-kunoichi · 6 months

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#free palestine #gaza #genocide #war crimes #palestine #gaza strip #ceasefire #chemical warfare #israeli war crimes #us war crimes #west bank #israel #joe biden #benjamin netanyahu #ethnic cleansing #apartheid #children #chemical burns #Instagram

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katernip · 9 months

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face masks give me chemical burns

#chemical burns #coquette

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lobster-x · 1 year

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Tyler, work in progress, 02/19/23

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obsessedwithegos · 2 years

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Whump prompt: Swimming

CW: Drowning, Chemical burns, Turning a comfort into a fear, Friends accidentally whumping whumpee

Whumpee had always loved swimming, whether it was something they did frequently or just a few times during hot days to cool down, it was a good pass time to help them clear their mind and momentarily forget the stresses of the world around them.

They always accepted invitations from friends to go swimming whenever they could, not wanting to miss out on the opportunities.

Whumper also enjoyed swimming. Not as much as whumpee but enough to have their own pool that they take care of for the occasional swim.

After a really brutal session, whumper lets whumpee pick their reward for being so good for them.

Whumpee swimming as the reward. Whumper follows through, though not bothering to bandage whumpee’s wounds or get them anything close to proper swim wear.

Whumpee doesn’t mind, sure the chemicals and water sting their injuries and their clothes grow heavy from the water but they’re able to momentarily escape into their own mind just for a little bit.

They’re able to imagine they’re back with their friends, trying to make up scenarios that would make sense for how they’re feeling. Maybe they had been scratched up by a cat recently and now their friends dared them to jump into the pool fully clothed as a harmless joke.

Those moments make their time with whumper so much more bearable.

For now, Whumper lets them enjoy those rare moments they’re allowed to swim. Temporarily letting them think they have some sort of brief freedom.

A few days after Whumpee’s last swim, Whumper wants to try something new.

They take Whumpee to the pool room, they can smell the harsh chlorine before Whumper can even open the door.

The pool skimming system was uncovered and the bucket was outside of it, unfortunately for Whumpee it was the perfect size to fit their head in.

Whumpee can’t struggle too much or they might get their head stuck but the over chlorinated water paired with the need for air makes it difficult.

While Whumper is holding their head down into it, they make cuts on various parts of Whumpee.

Once satisfied they pull Whumpee out, giving them time to gasp and cough before shoving them into the actual pool itself. Making sure the over chlorinated water can reach all of those cuts and burn them.

Whumper might even risk irritating their own forearms just to hold Whumpee down even longer.

Not all of the torture sessions involving the pool involve the over usage of Chlorine, but the sessions are enough that after a while Whumpee gets panicked if they even think Whumper is bringing them in the direction of the pool room.

After Whumpee is finally free of Whumper, their friends have a hard time understanding what happened to their friend’s love of swimming.

Whumpee now makes excuses as to not go, they never visit their favorite swimming spots and even threw out all of their old swim gear.

Some friends get together to plan a surprise for Whumpee, figuring they just needed to get away from the city for a while to re-spark their old passion.

What better way to do that than with a beach trip?

general content: @emmettnet

#whump #whump tag #whump prompt #drowning #chemical burns #ask to tag #this got longer than I expected it too WHOOPS #weaponized comfort #i think this would fall under that?

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wolfspider-appreciation · 2 years

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Goretober day 2: Burning

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I wanted to try something a little new, so here is a never before seen Warrior cat’s OC! They are a Somali cat that gets in a bit of an accident with some chemicals hehehe. They are also constantly tormented by dark forest cats, but they have enough of their own problems lmao

#goretober #burning #chemical burns #Warrior Cats #warrior cats oc #oc #art #my art

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giraffeseatingcake · 2 years

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Here's your reminder/PSA to anyone who doesn't know not to get laundry detergent on your skin as it is much much stronger than normal soap meant for skin and can burn you.

A little smidge by mistake probably won't harm you much, but don't, like, try to wash your hands with it. No matter how much you're half asleep self wants to get rid of the stinkbug smell off their hands that dish soap didn't get off. My hands are both stinging and hot already, we'll see how bad this is when I wake up

On another note hey laundry detergent gets stinkbug smell off skin pretty well if you don't mind the mild chemical burns and–

#ugh #why do they like me. one dive bombed me while i was asleep ಠ_ಠ #not the first time. probably not the last. i fucking wish #mine #stingbugs #chemical burns #psa #skin safety #caustic #hazardous #hazardous materials

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pretty-writing-things · 2 years

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Chapter Eleven - Kindness

TW’s: Lady Whump, Missouri is being a MANIPULATIVE LITTLE- references to past injuries include: Stress position, chemical burns, and a cut. Conditioning (I think.) Sleeping pill / pain medication.

Tagging: @i-can-even-burn-salad @whump-in-the-moonlight @villainsvictim (I think that’s my tag list. ALSO IF VILLAINSVICTIM IS OKAY CAN SOMEONE LET ME KNOW? I haven’t seen them around at all, last I heard she (I think) was sick.

Notes: I really should have been making a list of her injuries because I had to re-read it all. I have a hate / love relationship with the story, idk what to think anymore. IT”S SO SHORT I”M SORRY, I TOOK FOREVER AND IT’S SO SHORT The author has been having a lot of trouble functioning in general. Sorry about that, I’m working on it

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Just when Maine was beginning to think that she could stay like this much longer- barely hanging with her arms over her head, and she was pretty sure her shoulders had popped out of socket- Missouri came back into the room.

He untied the ropes, and she dropped to the floor, unable to find the strength to hold herself up. She tried to stand. She felt weak, pathetic, kneeling before him. Missouri didn’t let her. Instead, he sat down beside her, carefully looking her over.

With... kindness in his eyes.

Noticing he also had bandages, and a damp cloth, she met his eyes again. Her eyes were hopeful. Not daring to speak, she looked down.

The knife was nowhere in sight, and she sighed in relief. Missouri spoke after noticing this.

“Sorry about that. I believe if I hadn’t been interrupted, I really would have ruined your pretty face. I’m not sure what I was thinking,” He said, putting a hand against her cheek and tilting her face so he could get a better look at it. “You really are so beautiful...” He said softly, staring at her for a moment before getting to work on cleaning the M shapes cut below her throat. “That will probably scar.” He mumbled to himself, satisfaction in his eyes.

He began to work on her chemical burns, treating and bandaging them. He finished with her physical injuries, while she sat there, on her knees, her head down.

Missouri slowly stood, disappearing from the room for a few seconds and coming back with some water and some medicine in his hand. He offered them to her. “These,” He said, holding out the hand with the pills, “Will help you sleep and ease the pain. Just trust me okay?”

She didn’t trust him. But, if there was even the slightest chance that what he was promising was true, she would have done anything for them. She held out her hand, and he tipped the pills into it. She took them with water without any hesitation.

“Goodnight Maine. I’m sorry, it’ll get easier from here, okay? You just have to cooperate.”

She gave a sleepy nod, the sleeping pills already kicking in. Then, she remembered what cooperating was, and she didn’t need reminded. “Okay, thank you. I love you”

#State actually wrote something #manipulation #stress position referenced #chemical burns #Cut #Lady Whump #conditioning

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