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took these screenshots for people like me who would rather just know how to opt out than read several paragraphs on corporate greed

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HEY SO IN CASE I HAVENT BEEN FUCKING CLEAR.

DO NOT FEED MY FIC, OR ANYONE ELSE’S FICS, INTO FUCKING AI CHAT BOTS.

YOU ARE STEALING. FLAT OUT. YOU ARE STEALING PEOPLE’S HARD WORK AND FEEDING TO A BOT TO REPRODUCE MANUFACTURED SHIT.

I DONT GIVE A FUCK HOW MUCH YOU LOVE A PARTICULAR CHARACTER ITERATION. IF YOU MAKE THESE, OR EVEN INTERACT WITH STOLEN FIC AI BOTS, YOU CAN FUCK OFF. FUCK AI, FUCK THE THIEVES WHO MAKE THIS SHIT.

HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO SAY THIS SHIT BEFORE IT CLICKS.

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Snow Angel: A Oneshot

This is a bit of a heavy one-shot, so you've been warned. The MC is Dove, my Triple Frontier OC, but the Delta guys aren't mentioned since this is before she meets them, so it can be read as a standalone. This Oneshot is based on the song 'Snow Angel' by Renee Rapp, so be forewarned, it does talk about Sexual Assault.

This is an 18+ story.

Here is my full Masterlist if you wanna check anything out.

Trigger warning: SA mentioned (no SA scene, but it is mentioned), blood mentioned, roofie-ing mentioned, my characters need therapy. MINORS FUCK OFF

It’s jarring, the cold of the porcelain. Her body feels like static as she opens her eyes to the harsh lighting of the bathroom stall. Her senses are still dulled, still fuzzy when she tries to move her arm. Her head rolls to the side limply as she tries to check her surroundings: a bathroom stall that looks like it hasn’t been cleaned since 1987, and her phone and purse are tucked in between her right wrist and her stomach. Nothing else catches her eye. 

Liv groans as she moves to grab her phone, although her eyesight is still blurry and her mind foggy, the fact that her clock reads 3 am and the last text message she received was from 7 hours ago tells her that something had happened to her and no one cared. Typical, she thought. 

As she gets up to move, a searing pain shot up through her pelvis. A sort of burning she hadn’t experienced before, almost like she tore a muscle, but in her stomach. It's almost like a UTI but infinitely worse. She’d figure that out later. She looked down and noticed a splotch of red on the crotch of her unbuttoned jeans. The dots immediately connected for her. 

I’ll deal with it later, she drunkenly decided. She crawled up against the stall door, putting as much weight on it as she could. She couldn’t feel her legs. And not in a fun way. The burning sensation increased as she moved. It brought tears to her eyes as she hissed through the pain. She unlocked the stall door and stumbled her way to the sink as if she were a young fawn on new legs. 

She reached down to her jeans, buttoned them up and pressed her hand against the bloodstain. Feeling the sticky mix of blood and random fluids was sobering. She slapped at the sink, turning it on to wash her hands and wash the blood off of her jeans. 

It wasn’t coming off. 

She took a deep breath in, a small whimper escaping her lips as she rubbed the spot with cold water and hand soap, it still wasn’t going away. In fact, it was spreading. She choked back tears as her resolve started to break. 

She was probably drugged, assaulted, left in a bathroom stall, and no one had checked on her for 7 hours. 

This was like a slap in the face. Sobering, painful and terrifying. She’d seen combat, been abandoned at a grocery store by her mother for an hour, she’d put pressure on gunshot wounds before and been shot herself. Yet this was probably the most scared and alone she’s ever felt. 

She swept her eyes to the mirror before her, hoping it would show her something different. It showed something worse. She had a black eye, her nose was twisted so far to the left that she was surprised she could still breathe out of it, and her lip was split with dried blood caked all over. How could she not feel that? 

She reached up to touch it, only to flinch as searing pain erupted from her nose. Okay, I’ll deal with that later. She wet a paper towel, dabbing it on her lip with some hand soap to clean it out. It was her only option. Finally, she looked down at her neck; her necklace was still there, but the purple and blue handprint told her that she should consider herself lucky it wasn’t broken and stolen. 

She would not cry, not right now. She did need to get the hell out of this bar, though. She knew better than to call any of those friends she’d gone out with, and she was smart enough to scroll past her parent’s contacts in her phone. The smartest thing would have probably been to call the cops, but she just wanted to be in her own bed and sleep off whatever drugs she was on, she’d go to the hospital once she had a nap. 

She settled on calling a taxi, the driver had been less than impressed with her slurred speech and shaky voice. She took a deep breath in before opening the bathroom door, only to be met with absolutely no one in sight. There were no staff or customers, and the entrance door had clearly been locked. 

She took a deep breath, sighed, unlocked the door, and walked out. She hoped the closing manager wouldn’t be fired for that. The taxi pulled up, and she crawled her way onto the grimy satin seat, fumbling with the seatbelt as she rattled off her address as clearly as she could with her tongue feeling like it was three sizes too big for her mouth. 

She stumbled to her front door, shaking as she missed the keyhole several times before she became face-to-face with her clearly annoyed roommate. Her face completely changed once she got a good look at Liv, though. 

Liv stammered as Beca stared at her like she had three heads. “I’ll- um- I’ll go to the hospital, I just wanna sleep.” 

Beca nodded, shock and concern creeping into her expression as she looped her arm around Liv’s back to help her into their apartment. “I should take you to the hospital right now, Liv. Your nose looks horrible, what did you hit it with? A sledgehammer?” 

Liv shook her head, “No idea, no help, just sleep.” she slurred as she struggled to turn her door handle, why were her hands so sweaty, she just washed them?

Beca gripped Liv by the cheeks, forcing Liv to face her as she brought the back of her hand to Liv’s forehead. “You’re burning up, you might be having a reaction to something. I should really get you to a hospital.” 

Liv sighed, “Sleep.” she slurred. 

Beca shook her head, throwing Liv’s arm around her shoulder, she guided her to the door, picking up her keys as she walked by. “Hospital, now. Your slurring is getting worse, you could have a concussion and letting you sleep might be the worst idea.”

Liv relented, allowing Beca to shove her into the passenger seat of her in desperate need of repairs 2002 Ford Focus. “Careful, might get blood on yer seat.” 

“It’s okay, Liv. We’ll worry about it after you get better, m’kay?”

“Okay, sorry,” Liv whispered, wet tears starting to streak down her cheeks. “Mmm, need a kit.”

“What kind of kit?” Beca asked.

“I dunno, something happened, need a kit thing.” Liv slurred, exhaustion slowing her thoughts.

“Hey! Stay awake, Liv. What kit? What happened?” Beca shouted, fear creeping into her tone.

“There’s blood on my pants,” Liv looked down, staring at the spot on her jeans. “It burns too, all down there. Mmm sorry.” 

Beca sighed, feeling a ghost’s hand gripping her throat as she connected the dots. “It’s gonna be okay, Liv. I’ve been there before. I promise everything will be okay.”

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What an interesting oneshot to start off with since I haven't posted writing in about a year... If you've ever gone through something like this, please know that you're not alone and that it's okay to reach out and get the help you need. You are so strong. I've linked some resources below for anyone who is struggling with this, again, you are so loved and so strong and I promise that everything is gonna be okay. You are not alone.

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A bunch of resources for Canada

National Sexual Violence Resource Centre

International SA Resources Page

#triple frontier au #triple frontier fanfiction #trigger warning #tw #sa #tw: rape #oc #original character #original delta force character #female original character #original female characters #renee rapp #snow angel

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Official Damirae Zine Announcement!

Greetings, fellow shipers!

Over the past year, we have all greatly missed our beautifully creative DamiRaeZIne, so now we are looking forward to creating a new release for this wonderful fandom.

Last time, our Demonbirds visited other worlds, tried on roles from books and movies. In this new issue, we want to dive deeper into the original universe where Damian and Raven live, to look at this world from different angles. From their growing bond to a deeper relationship we all wanted to see more of, to the future we all so desperately wanted them to have. This year’s zine theme will be:

"What if…?"

If you’re an artist or a writer and would like to participate, send us a DM!

Not an artist/writer but still want to participate? We need staff! Consider being a beta, editor, or part of the overall organization process we'll need to put this all together.

#damirae #demonbirds #damian wayne #raven #rachel roth #dcamu #damian al ghul #robin #dc comics #teen titans #damiraezine #fanfic #fanart #omg it’s happeninggg

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Hey everyone. There's another app on the Google playstore. Pretty sure it's not official and it's making money from in-app ads.

I think the AO3's latest post about apps is here:

#ao3

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Friendly reminder that it’s Truth and Reconciliation day in Canada.

Never forget.

Every child matters.

#canada #holiday #every child matters

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Fucking hell. No one deserves that shit. I am so fucking sorry you have to deal with that. Your writing is literally what helped me get myself back into trying to write again and I really think you’re an awesome creator. Regardless of the fact that we have different opinions on the poll in question 🤷🏻‍♀️.

Fuck them anons who are too afraid to show their faces because they know they’re in the wrong. ❤️

This Barbie is about to turn her anons off if y’all can’t just have a little fun. These men will never fucking love you, you stilly little sausage—you don’t have to defend their honour and tell people on the internet to kill themselves over difference of opinions.

This is tumblr, not Sparta. Damn

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How about you shut the fuck up and let writers write what they want???? Smh. 🤦🏻‍♀️

I hate when blogs do challenges. Because you guys can’t upload anything else because you’re too busy focusing on the challenge.

Holy shit this is so entitled. Remember we don’t own you anything. God damn just let me do me people.

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#bruises // jake seresin #polls

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Screaming and crying at how good this series is. Amazing to read, but painful to feel. Fucking well done so far. I’m sure I’ll come up with more to say as the series goes.

Bruises // Jake Seresin

Summary: After a mission goes south, Jake finds himself captured by insurgents that show no remorse. But what’s worse than knowing he failed his mission? Knowing that the Weapons Systems Officer who trusted him to bring her home safe was in the same cell as him. Collecting bruises that match his own.

Mini Series Warnings: Heavy themes of violence, sexual assault, torture. 18+ content. Minors DNI. Mature themes. Being held in captivity. Hostage style situation. Main character death! Whump, Angst. Conversations that discuss antisocial & antisemitism views.

Author Note: THIS SERIES IS CONFRONTING, FICTIONAL, AND DEPICTS IMAGES OF TORTURE. DO NOT READ PAST THIS POINT IF YOU BELIEVE THAT THIS SERIES WILL BE DETRIMENTAL TO YOUR MENTAL STABILITY. CURATE YOUR OWN TIMELINE.

Chapter One: [Happily Ever Afters Don’t Exist] A certain naval aviator shows up on your front doorstep right on cue. Because when the nightmares are too hard to handle on their own? You and Jake find solace in one another’s presence. (2.5k ) (Out Now)

Chapter Two: [Tactile Takedown] When a missile is headed right for Roosters F-18, Jake makes a decision that could end up costing you your life. (4.4k) (Out Now)

Chapter Three: [In The Arms Of The Enemy] Both you and Jake come face to face with the man you only know as ‘The Commander’ who you soon find out has very little patience for bullshit. (4.6k) (Out Now)

Hotshot: The moments before you were brought into your cell & the memory that haunted Jake Seresins mind. (1.3k )

Chapter Four: [Men & Their Many Masks] You and Jake find yourselves alone in his cell for what feels like a week. Passing the time with mundane conversations. But when The Commander and his fellow officers finally come back? Things take a turn for the worst. (5.3k) (Out Now)

Chapter Five: [Emerald City:] *** You’re forced against your will by three insurgents all the while Jake helplessly watches on. In return? He’s given a gift made only for the broken hearted. (4.8k) (Out Now)

Chapter Six: [Ninety in Five] *** Hours, Days, Weeks, Months. Just how long have you and Jake been enduring the horrific torture at the hands of a Rogue Nations Commander. (5.4k) (Out Now)

Chapter Seven: [War Wounds in the Ward] When help finally arrives, Jake believes it may be too late. The extent of both your injuries are finally revealed and the both you come face to face with the reality of just how long you’d been held in captivity for. (7.2k) (Coming Soon)

Chapter Eight: [The Platform] When Jake wakes up beside you after seeking refuge in your company, he’s forced to face a nightmare he thought would only ever exist in his mind. (1.6k) (Coming Soon)

Epilogue: [Before, During & Never After] (1.6k) (Coming Soon)

Status: In Progress

#jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin angst #jake seresin whump #jake hangman x you #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin fanfiction #top gun fic #TW

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#I pressed the wrong option 😅 #I meant 4-6 years #I think it’s been about 4/5? #Time flies

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Btw much as I love to make fun of twitter and reddit's business decisions, I have 0% trust in tumblr's management to not go a similar route so this is your gentle reminder that you should regularly go to your blog settings to export your blog. That's a fancy way of saying you can download a backup of your blog so if everything goes down you'll still have a backup of your posts & convos.

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If you can’t reblog this, unfollow me now.

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YOU hates terfs

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#hazel/green #green may be pushing it though so I’ll stick with hazel

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The debate of all time

If you don't like brownies then this poll is not for you. Please move along

#brownies #poll #corner or center #I’m a center girl #not a fan of the crispy bits