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theeccentricraven · 17 days

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Writing Share Tag

Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks and @jay-avian for the tag 💜

Rules: share a bit of your writing no matter how big or small

A while ago I shared a snippet from The Blood Cleaners here

After a lot of rewriting, I feel ready to post my current version of the first two pages. Wish me luck!

The Blood Cleaners | Chapter 1

"It's not fair," Justin’s lips muttered as he sat in the corner with his arms folded.

Ellen towered over him, looking down with her hazel eyes. She didn’t come all of this way from her assignment to be soft.

“Don’t give me that, it’s plenty fair.” Her low voice filled the lecture hall. Justin felt like she was speaking to him from all angles. He heard the children in the hallway, muttering and chatting about the mess he made. Lady Miguela, his supervisor and overseer of the child workers, hushed the children. Justin could pick up voices calling him “that luny kid again” or “el loco”. Steve’s callous voice chimed. Justin’s blood boiled.

Ellen went on. “You spilled the cleaners. You clean them up.”

“It was Steve’s fault!” Justin yelled.

“Steve didn’t hit you. You hit him.”

Justin clenched his fists. “Because he took my broom and dustpan!”

Ellen shook her head. “No matter how much the broom and dustpan mean to you, it’s never okay to hit someone and throw things.”

Justin protruded his lips.

“And worse,” Ellen continued, “you could have contaminated something. Of all the places you could have gotten away with being careless, the hydroponics lab is NOT one of them.”

Justin raised his hands. “But he took it from me!”

Ellen took hold of his hands. “I’m sorry, but we don’t own the tools for our jobs. The broom and dustpan don’t belong to you, not to Steve, not to anyone. At the end of the day, it belongs to the city.”

“But it….” Justin breathed in a sob. He was trying to not cry when the other kids could hear him, but he didn’t have a need to hold back around Ellen. “But it….” He wanted to say, But it talked to me! He wasn’t concerned about saying it around Ellen who didn’t think of him as crazy, though that was only part of it.

“But it’s mine.” Justin managed to mutter with a sob.

Ellen’s eyes shifted. “I understand Steve hurt you. You don’t need to follow his example.”

Ellen bent her knees to get her head down to Justin’s level. Her hazel eyes faced his dark brown eyes. “Justin, no matter what, you’ll have to get a new broom and pan out of the closet. Once you finish cleaning up, you’ll be back with Deirdre and Miriam.”

Justin made a grunt as he shifted to face the wall.

Ellen slowly stood up. “Hey,” she bursted with a little cheer. “Tell you what?”

Justin turned his neck to look up at her as she smiled down on him.

Ellen lightened her voice. “If you clean up the garden room now, then once you get a new broom and pan, I’ll send you to cover one of my assignments today. Now that you’re eight years old, you are allowed to cover some areas alone. You won’t need to spend the rest of the day with Steve.”

Justin’s face lifted. “You mean it?”

“Absolutely.”

Justin knew that he couldn’t refuse a good bargain like this. He extended his hand.

“Ok. Deal.”

Ellen’s light tan hand held Justin’s medium brown hand as they shook. Ellen rubbed his spiky dark black hair. He twirled one of her loose light brown locks. Justin stood up from his stool. The two walked across the lecture hall and made their way into the hallway of chatter. A team of three lab workers dressed in white lab coats walked in. Their shoulders were low. Their heads looked down. Justin almost cracked a laugh to ask, “Who died?” but he focused on joining up with Lady Miguela and the other child workers.

Steve held the stolen broom and pan high, smirking and acting like a big shot. Justin clinched his fits and stuck out his tongue. Steve laughed. So did the other children. Miriam and Deirdre stood quietly with their hands behind their backs, smiling at Justin. Deirdre looked so much like her mother Ellen with the flowing brown locks and soft hazel eyes. Miriam shared her eyes and hair, though her flat head and face were said to me more like her father’s. Everyone preferred to not bring up his name.

“Get Betty on the line,” Ellen said to Lady Miguela.

Lady Miguela pulled out the walkie talkie.

“Betty,” Lady Miguela said to the walkie talkie.

“Yes?” said the groaning voice of Lady Betty.

“Ellen has an update.” Lady Miguela handed the walkie talkie to Ellen.

Justin looked up at the hallway ceiling fluorescent tubes, pretending he wasn’t listening.

“Betty,” said Ellen. “Justin is going to clean the green room. I’m going back to the boiler room.”

“I knew I could count on you,” said Lady Betty’s long drawn voice. “You are the closest person to a Mamá that he has.”

Justin was frequently reminded how obvious it was that he was not a bloodborne son in the family with his medium brown skin, dark brown eyes, and spiky black hair. It didn’t matter. Ellen was his dead mother’s friend, not his Mamá.

Justin walked to the broom closet, gladly without the company of anyone else. He opened the broom closet in the hallway. A few brooms spilled onto the concrete floor as the strong scent of molded bread spewed out. He picked up each broom with both hands, changing from one broom to the next one. He held each with both hands, waiting for the feeling to come to him.

He had to go through at least ten brooms. At the eleventh, he felt something. He clutched the broom handle as a faint warmth inside the broom built up under his palms. He gripped the handle tighter, feeling like he held his hands above a fire. He let go of his right hand and held the attached dustpan. The warmth channeled from his fingers down to his arms. Justin eyed the dustpan and broom. He directed his thoughts to the items in his hands, like they were people who could hear inside his head. Here I am. Talk to me, please. He waited. He felt nothing. He tried again. I am here. Please talk to me. He waited. The broom and pan were warm, but quiet. He had to hurry before he got yelled at, though he wasn’t giving up yet. He closed his eyes as he focused harder. I can feel you. Let me know that you can feel me. Justin felt the broom handle and pan surface vibrate. Channels of energy flowed through his arms and to his spine. He smiled. This would do.

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deadsetobsessions · 4 months

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Jason cursed. This is on par for most of his evenings, as it was rare that he ever got a peaceful night. However, this? This takes the goddamn cake and smashes it on his face.

Red Hood stood, with a portable wet vacuum in his halo bed hands, cursing everything in the world as he cleaned and followed the small puddles of Lazarus water. The people in the streets give him a wide berth, having long learned the intricacies of Red101: if the Red Hood is doing weird shit but there’s no gun in his hand, you make sure you’re not the reason he’ll have a gun in his hand.

“O, you there?”

“Copy.”

“Mark this priority, would you?” His voice is tense, pissed. “Some bastard’s dripping Lazarus water all over my territory.”

A pause.

Oracle’s calm voice flowed through his helmet, “Then we’ll have to watch out for League influence. I’ll let the others know. Red Robin?”

Red Robin chimed in, “Yeah, already on it. It’s weird though, Ra’s isn’t supposed to be here for another two and a half weeks.”

“And how would you know about my grandfather’s movements?”

“Careful, Robin, I might become your grandma!” Red Robin chirped sadistically, before clicking off his comms, snickering at Robin’s spluttering.

“Jesus fuck. I’ll try to hunt down the bastard from the ground. O?”

“Can’t help you. The cameras around your area has been scrambled for the last half an hour.”

“Shit.” Red Hood tensed, one hand going for his pistol as the street’s current inhabitants wisely vacated the area.

“Hood. Don’t go in alone. It could be a trap.”

“Whatever, B, you’re not the boss of me.”

“Give me three minutes. I’m close by. Do not go in without back up, little wing.” Nightwing piped in, and Red Hood could hear the faint whooshing noises of a quiet grapple.

“Cass and I are close by as well. Staking out a place but we could be on standby if needed.”

Two taps. Cass’ tacit agreement.

“Got it.”

When Nightwing gets there, they follow the trail into a dead end with no sign of any scaling of the wall or secret passages.

“Fuck! What the fuck are we chasing, a ghost?”

“Don’t even joke like that-” Nightwing said. “You’ll set Red off again.”

Jason kicked at the wall.

“Fuck!”

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On the other side of the wall, thirty minutes earlier:

“Life is like a hurricane, here in Duckberg…” Danny mumbled as he stumbled away. He’d saved his alley kids from a pretty serious mugging that ended with a stabbing that Danny foolishly allowed to touch him because he wanted to keep the wicked looking knife. Normally, he’d be able to brush this off, but with his recent injuries, mental stress, and the lack of food that is the hallmark of a homeless teenager, Danny barely kept himself conscious as he stumbled into a particularly dense in ectoplasm dead end.

“Napping place… napping place…” Danny mumbled before eyeing the brick wall. Yeah, okay, he’s slept in weirder places. He could sleep in the dumpster, but… he’d smell and Danny could not handle an infection. So, he went intangible, invisible, and pulled the knife out of his body. As he settled in (quite literally into) the stone wall for his nap, Danny manages to mold his ectoplasm to hold his cut up stomach together.

Danny allows sleep to take him, blissfully unaware of the glowing green puddles of ghost blood he’d left behind.

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Jason, terrified: he’s in the walls!! He’s in the fucking walls!

Danny, quoting vines and tiktoks while napping in walls for that back support option: thanks for checking in! I’m still a piece of GaRBaGe.

#batman #danny phantom #dc x dp #bruce wayne #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #red hood #nightwing #bamf danny phantom #spoiler #cassandra cain #black bat #Stephanie brown #Oracle #barbara gordon #ghost blood=cleaner Lazarus pit water #red hood looking like a single mother as he walks down the street with a vacuum.

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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leechlovely · 11 months

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Nest

I feel awful for whoever is unfortunate enough to have to clean up after a particularly messy vampire.

#Ive been a little obsessed with trauma cleaners lately #tw gore #tw blood #vtm #vampire the masquerade #shrike art

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samglyph · 1 year

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Everyone is always like “oh no don’t go on a murderous rampage stemming from guilt so heavy you think it will kill you if nothing else will” but they never ask “did you experience catharsis, how was the catharsis, the catharsis looked fun”

#who’s crying here. up to you #malevolent #malevolent podcast #arthur lester #john doe #malevolent 26 #cw blood #believe it or not this did not make my stress hives go away #I listened to little words by the happy fits a bunch while drawing this and while it doesn’t exactly fit #I would recommend it for thinking about johnarthur and crying #also I don’t care if this is messy it fits the VIBE #if it was any cleaner it wouldn’t fit how fucked up arthur is #my art #arthur malevolent #john malevolent #fan art #malevolent fanart

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motherdanger · 2 months

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pov: theyre grateful to be alive and are about to pull a reverse uno card

#idk where tf i was going with this one i just wanted to draw them in suits lol #the great restraint to not use the blood splat brush (failed)#anyway lynn and adam besties why not i say so #alternate caption: lynn and adam if they were cleaners in dorohedoro ahahaa #saw #sawposting #saw fanart #saw iii #adam stanheight #lynn denlon #lynnmanda #chainshipping #shotgunshipping #jigsaw #motherdanger art

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0vergrowngraveyard · 3 months

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"tails" takes an L

#this is the 3rd time ive made this post #i keep changing things. i cant stare at this for too long or else ill find like 50 mistakes #anyway rip bozo am i right? blue boy why too slow #hug fan of whenever forces fics have an illusion of tails die in front of sonic #i really like how the rendering on this turned out tbh #and i did just end up using the sketch and not making cleaner lines lmao #tw blood #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #infinite the jackal #sonic forces #art

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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edgarallanpoestan · 6 months

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have u considered: celltw

(i havent webweave-d (webwoven?) before and WILL be improving with time. hopefully ^-^ there are a lot of fantastic works i couldnt include, or only included small pieces of, so ill work on getting better and utilizing space so that i can include more :])

credit and alt 3rd part below cut

SOURCES:

1st Weave: Galleria Dantesca (Filippo Bigioli), Alice Madness Returns concept art, @jenniferleecopping, The Cannibal's Canción (Gloria Anzaldúa), Cannibal (Ke$ha), bones and all poem (@lovemeeatmebonesandall), Cannibalism Wikipedia, Animal Impluses (@pacbite)

2nd Weave: Crusader Atrocities Bibliotheque Nationale De France, Dante and Virgil (William-Adolphe Bouguereau), The Cannibal (Baths of Titus), untitled poem (@rotnik-tmblr), Cannibalism headline @/vintagenews, "I love you" post (@runaroundhound), Institutionalized Cannibalism (Cannibalism Wikipedia), Eat Your Heart Out (@mochitoaster)

3rd Weave: @/milkwhiteteeth, De Lijken van de Gebroeders de Witt (Jan de Baen), untitled poem (@honeyandbloodpoetry), the meal (@frightenedbythesound), Cannibal (Tally Hall), Human Cannibalism Wikipedia, Carnivore Animal (@federation-cucurucho), I must do to understand

thank you to all the lovely artists and writers who gave me permission to use their works, i highly recommend checking out all of their blogs!!!!! they are all incredibly sweet and skilled :>

ALT 3RD PART (too cluttered for me):

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heelkota · 3 months

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The Cleaner Kenny Omega for Valentine's Day!

kinda part two of this drawing from last year

#kenny omega #wrestling fanart #aew #the cleaner #valentines day #digital art #artists on tumblr #my art #blood cw

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smile-files · 25 days

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ivyshy

#dandy's doodles #my little pony #mlp #mlp fluttershy #fluttershy #kin #blood #a bit of context for this...#so you know those mlp pop toys? not the funko pops... the ones where you put the pony together #yeah so i had a fluttershy pop. but at some point i misplaced her hair and wings #and for whatever reason i was compelled to decorate her with feathers and pipe cleaners and decorative tape #a bunch of purple + pink + green that really evoked vines and colorful flowers #and i kind of imagined her as this evil ivy fluttershy! edgy #anyway here she is. covered in plants and bugs and blood

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 9 months

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Babies Part 4

Word count: 1295

Summary: You and Kenny bring Violet to Boston for Blood and Guts.

Main Masterlist Kenny Omega Masterlist Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

It has been four months since our baby girl was born. She is absolutely gorgeous, she has my green eyes and Kenny’s blond curly hair, our angel. Blood and guts is coming up this week, The Golden Elite VS The Blackpool Combat Club. I was hesitant to bring Violet along with us but I knew our friends would want to meet her, especially Kota.

The flight to boston went surprisingly well and soon enough we were backstage at blood and guts and I was terrified. I sat backstage in the Elite’s private locker room next to Nick as we discussed the plans for the evening.

“What do you mean a bed of nails?” I said almost in a yell, “Kenny does not need to be taking such a stupid bump like that!” I told Nick, nervous and angry.

“Don’t tell me that, tell Kenny!” Nick said holding his arms up in surrender “He’s the one that liked the idea when Mox suggested it!”

“Of course he did! I swear that man is insane” This should not surprise me, Mox and Kenny have been known for their brawls in the past. Doing the most stupid things to get one another to bleed, the exploding barbed wire death match a perfect example. Yet I can’t help it but cringe when I see it.

To get my mind off of the news that I just received I filmed a few segments for BTE along with a backstage promo with Renee discussing my status and how I hope to return to in ring action soon. Once I returned to the locker room I was greeted with Kota Ibushi holding Kenny and I’s daughter. I looked at Kenny who seemed to be nervous, I gave him a look saying ‘I know everything’. I then looked over to an oblivious Kota Ibushi, he obviously didn’t sense the tension but I know Nick did. I could see him in the coroner of my eye with a scared look on his face, knowing what was about to go down.

“Tyson” I said, walking to sit across from him.

“Y/n” he said back, not daring to break eye contact

“Is there anything you would like to tell me?” In my mind one of the reasons I wanted to have a baby was in hopes that it would get Tyson to stop wrestling for a little bit. That whole belt collector era had done a serious number on his body. Within our 10 year relationship I had never once wanted him to stop wrestling. I was all too familiar with all of the injuries over the years, being by his side through every second of it. But this time I was begging him to stop. His body was giving up but he wasn’t. The best idea in my mind was to get pregnant and once the baby would be born and hope he would have some life changing experience and take a little while off. The thing is this is Kenny Omega we are talking about, he would never stop. I knew that deep down somewhere although Kenny Omega never wanted children Tyson Smith secretly did. I had done absolutely everything to try and convince him to have a baby but he wasn’t having it.

“I thought we agreed not to have kids?” Kenny told me

“Yeah we did but I changed my mind, I really want one, just one and I will never ask for anything again” I had spent weeks begging him, but no luck. Kids would change everything and he wanted no distractions from wrestling

“Why do you even want one so bad all of a sudden?” Kenny questioned me?

“Can I talk to Tyson for a second, and not Kenny Omega?” The belt collector thing changed him and it worried me. There had always been ‘Kenny Omega’ and ‘Tyson’ but now all there was Kenny the belt collector Omega.

All he did was nod

“Tyson, are you really saying that in 10 years with me you have never one thought about having a baby? I mean just think about it, you and I are two of the best wrestlers of our generation maybe even in history. Imagine having a kid with both of geans, they could be an amazing wrestler if they decided to do that!” I knew putting it in wrestling terms would get him to at least think about it. “All of our friends are having kids and you and I aren't getting any younger. You are 38 and I am 31, just think about it. How much longer are you going to have all of these belts before your body completely gives up?”

It took him over a year after that conversation for him to come to his senses. After the situation with Punk and Hangman he caved. I had already been pregnant when the All Out situation happened and he was grateful he caved for a baby. It was something that kept his mind busy while being suspended. He even thought about giving up wrestling as a whole. It actually did change everything and for the good. He was so excited when I told him I was pregnant and couldn't wait to be a dad. I knew it.

Once Violet was born he agreed to take it down a notch, wanting to be around to watch his daughter grow up. He was turning 40 and I was turning 33, did he really need to keep taking stupid bumps in his 40s? I should have known that Kenny Omega doesn’t know how to take it a notch down.

“What happened to taking it down a notch?” I asked

“I was going to tell you I swear!” I could tell he knew I was upset. Even though It had been almost a year since he returned to action I still got nervous and I would continue to be nervous for the rest of my life. I was the only person who knew the actual truth about how severe his injuries were. I just couldn't bare to have to see him go through those grueling surgeries and therapy again.

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I sat backstage clutching Violet in my arms as I watched the scene that unfolded before my eyes. I stood at the monitor backstage covering Violet’s eyes as I watched the blood pour out of Kenny’s body. I would always refer to him as Kenny in the ring because I know Tyson wouldn't just take a suplex in thumbtacks for fun. I always loved these kinds of matches but it was different when your friends and husband were in them. Despite telling Tyson I thought it was a little much I secretly loved the match. Except for the bed of nails. “You see that Violet, your father is a mad man, why would he do that?” I asked the now sleeping baby that I had swaddled on my chest.

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After that match I pulled the tacks out of Tysons back and took care of my beat up old man. Was it bad that I enjoyed this part the most? It was intimate in a way, Kenny Omega never wanted help from anyone but knowing someone for now 15 years and being together for 10 would allow me into that part of his life that was closed off from everyone else.

“I’m getting too old for this shit Y/n!” Tyson told me and he grunted at the peroxide I put on an oddly large gash on his back.

“I’m not even going to say anything. At least you can have a little bit of a break before All In Right?” I asked, hoping he would come to his senses a little bit. But of course I was wrong once again.

#bullet clubs bitch #aew smut #all elite wrestling #aew #aew fanfiction #kenny omega #the elite #kenny omega x reader #kenny omega imagine #kenny omega fanfiction #kenny the cleaner #kenny x reader #kenny omega fluff #kenny omega smut #Kenny Omega Aew #the elite smut #blood and guts #kenny omega masterlist

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theeccentricraven · 1 month

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Writing Share Tag

Thank you for the tag @willtheweaver!

Rules: Share some of your writing.

Excerpt from The Blood Cleaners, Chapter 2

“Mama, I have something to tell you.” Ellen’s weary eyes looked at Justin. “Now’s the time,” he said. “For what?” “When the assessments come back, if they say I qualify, I’m going to apply to the blood cleaners.” Ellen slammed her palm to the table. “This again!!” “I’ve made up my mind.” “Justin we can get by just fine without you throwing your life away!” “I’m not throwing my life away! When I did the physical, I was better than everyone else. Seriously, Steve was in a fetal position crying. I can do this.” “There’s a reason why most blood cleaners began as factory workers or quarry workers. Already know they are strong enough. Already willing to die.” “It’s not like our work is all that safe.” “Justin we are fine as we are!” “Fine until the next tunnel fire!” “DON’T YOU DARE SAY THAT!” Ellen stepped away from the table and sat on the chair, the day weighing on her. Justin stood in front of her. He frowned and lowered his head. “Mama, I’m sorry but I want to do this for us. I think Deirdre would have wanted it, too.” “Justin.” Tears flowed down Ellen’s face. “I’ve done enough to endanger you…” “Don’t talk like that Mama! It’s not your fault what happened to Deirdre!” “But the least I can do is keep you safe. What we have is us. Our family. I wouldn’t trade the finest room in the Steel for you. Same with Miriam.” Ellen stood up. She stepped up to the shelf on the wall - the one with the five urns. The urn for Justin’s mother. The urn for Justin’s father. The urn for Ellen’s husband. The urn for Ellen’s boy who died at two years old. The urn for Deirdre. Deirdre’s was empty because her remains couldn’t be found. They filled the urn with an empty ink pen, her favorite one and testament of her love for writing. Justin knew that he had to understand Ellen’s point of view. All that she lost. She couldn’t lose more. She loved him. He loved her. Both of them were doing what they thought was best out of love. “Mama,” he said softly. “If you care for me, you know that I can’t live this life anymore.” “I know,” she said with a sob. “But being a blood cleaner isn’t the answer. The aptitude should show you fit in well with other jobs. You have potential, Justin.” “None of them will be the same.” Ellen breathed in deeply. “When I saw your real mother die before me in the hospital with the rashes covering her, I silently promised to care for you to keep her alive in you.” Justin knelt in front of her. “Mama, I love you. I wouldn’t do this to hurt you. I feel that doing this would have made my real mama proud. Would have made Deirdre proud, too. I know you want what’s best for me. If you do, you’ll respect this.” Ellen slowly stood up. “It’s not like I can do anything about it. I can’t stop you Justin. You can’t make me happy about this. I just hope you think about this.” “I know. You’re not going to lose me, Mama. I’ve made up my mind. This will be for the better for us.”

Tagging: @rickie-the-storyteller @wyked-ao3 @faeriecinna @talesofsorrowandofruin @toribookworm22 @infinnative @tildeathiwillwrite @mrallnight57-blog @imastoryteller

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sketchmenot-art · 10 months

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Frederica Sawyer - Chainsaw Massacre

Drew Frederica Sawyer (Sawyer the Cleaner) from Black Lagoon!

She’s one of my favorite characters from the series! I’ve always loved her look and it’s awesome seeing her swing her massive chainsaw around! Love her 💕

I was inspired by the song Meet the Creeper by Rob Zombie while working on this piece:

Rob Zombie - Meet the Creeper

Done with Clip Studio Paint EX July 2023

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heelkenny · 10 months

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No, I don't think it's for nothing But I hope someday we're gonna get it back

Tribute to the Golden Lovers reunion

Tomorrow Is Closed - Nothing But Thieves

#kenny omega #kota ibushi #golden lovers #the golden lovers #mars'edits #my stuff #video #mv #video edit #fanvid #blood cw #flashing #the cleaner

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anonymocha · 2 months

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(wip) Bloody Medical Malpractice Yuri Concept

[under cut for blood]

I dont even know the lore to this I just felt like drawing it lol… The things she’d do for a Kumar 2.0 i guess???

May finish this to test things lets find out!

There’s also this where she tries to clean them up proper:

#Kaalaa Baunaa #Medicine Pocket #KaalaaPocket #MediBaunaa #cw blood #mochadoodles #instead of using my art skills for good i use it to make vile reverse 1999 rarepair fanart #enjoy #the kb one is cleaner bc i like her better tysm #im cooking except the kitchen is on fire #up next: bloody verneider because im evil #i literally speedran the medpoc one 😭#medpoc girlkissing collection #implied that medpoc is High off their meds #reverse 1999 #i can fix them (yearning for a person no longer there)#i want to give kaalaa baunaa the happiness she RIGHTFULLY deserves but the horrors intrigued me and took me away like an abraxas @ regu #the homoeroticism of staining your loved / adored one with contaminated blood knowing you're probably doing the same to her psyche #oh she def cant fix them but CAN THEY FIX HER??? CAN THEY???#most would say no but hear me out #*proceeds to not elaborate*#nblw turbulence in girlkiss realm #will happen again #sorry chat its almost 12 midnight the rot is taking over #im sorry to anyone who had to witness this 😻

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unbidden-yidden · 7 months

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Honestly the detail that gets me the most about Paul Kessler's death is that they just left the blood on the pavement, and it took someone in the community to actually deal with it in any way:

Earlier this in the day, Elena Colomba — a recent convert to Judaism — spent hours marking the bloodstained spot where Kessler lay waiting for the ambulance with a Star of David drawn in blue chalk, reporter Jacob Gurvia wrote on X.

[Source] — please also be aware that there are pictures in that article of the chalk art, the blood, and the victim

#it just seems so disrespectful that the officials just *left* it #it clearly wasn't being reserved as a crime scene #so why not have professional cleaners or better yet someone trained to handle Jewish remains come deal with it?#why stand -literally- idly by the blood of their neighbor?

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transfemmbeatrice · 3 months

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Greg Davies singing and dancing to Santa Baby in The Cleaner s2

#i am enamored with him #greg davies #the cleaner #wicky #cw blood #video #panelshowsource

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