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aychama · 3 months
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Butcher Lamb.
Necromantic Axe
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kaiserkeller · 6 months
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obsessed with little tiny mary
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no-see-um-incorrect · 6 months
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 Doing my little monster lover Dancey dance right now 
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He’s just a puppy, i’m gonna take him to Starbucks and get him a pup cup 
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Seth: do not let me out no matter what you do
Me: but it’s opposite day 
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actualhumanyes · 4 months
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joyce + tiny garte
drawing disco elysium characters is so healing rn
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theaucaramel · 4 months
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i think it's the best time to put this again
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baura-bear · 9 months
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Just realized that next week I’ll be in the UK which means the time difference between @ftm-megamind and I will only be one hour 😎
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hollowbananer · 2 years
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putting pale king in a jar rn 🥴
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What he deserves 🤧
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bloodsweatandpotato · 6 months
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Day 6
Forced to hurt someone else
Fandom: Original work (chocolate bullet holes)
Characters: Listener (oc), Whisper (oc)
Tw: torture, gun violence
Summary: Listener has a shitty day. Whisper makes it worse before he makes it better.
Listener was cuffed to a chair in a room that smelled of mildew and old carpet. He was alone, or at least he thought he was. He couldn’t see much with his eyes closed like this, and he wasn’t keen on letting his captor(s) know he was awake.
He controlled his breathing, pretending this was nothing more than a bad dream. His head hung loose from between his shoulders.
The sound of a door opening. Wooden. Creaky.
Combined with the musty smell and the feeling of carpet beneath his shoes when he (just barely) shifted, Listener thought it safe to assume he was in an old house. Likely a bedroom. Or maybe a finished basement?
The sound of someone sitting down in front of him.
Listener didn’t react.
“Hm, not awake yet.”
The voice was male. Vaguely American. Unfamiliar.
An explosion of pain, and Listener’s head flew to the side, his cheek stinging. He had just been slapped across the face.
Eyes open.
Where was he?
He squinted, only half-pretending when he blinked slowly and dazedly. He forced his eyes to focus on the man in front of him. No, men.
Behind his unfamiliar captor stood two other figures. Both wore the same baggy uniforms and face masks (“how cliche”, Listener thought to himself).
Listener sighed.
The man in front pulled a folding knife from his belt, flipping it open and plunging the short blade into Listener’s thigh without warning. He cried out, spasming against his cuffs. Blood filled his mouth as he bit down on his tongue, unprepared for the sudden agony.
The knife stayed in.
“Good morning.” The front man said mildly. “I have lunch in two hours, so let’s make this quick, yeah?”
Listener gathered blood in his mouth, before spitting a wad of crimson-tinted saliva between the man’s shoes.
“I was afraid you would say that.”
Listener glared, breathing slowly through clenched teeth in an effort to draw his mind away from the knife currently sticking out of his thigh.
He closed his eyes, tuning out the man’s words. Whisper was coming. He would be there soon. The last thing he remembered, he had been talking with Whisper over the radio. Whisper had to have heard him, had to have noticed him go down. It was only a matter of time. Maybe even minutes, if he had been unconscious long enough.
“I’ll ask you once last time.” Listener could feel the man’s hot breath on his face. “Where is your little friend who blew up our trucks?”
Listener opened his eyes, jerked forward as far as the cuffs would allow, and bit the man right on his nose.
Listener’s face exploded in pain and his neck snapped back, vision blurring and fizzling with black and purple spots. When he blinked the spots away and finally managed to comprehend shapes again, he could see the man clutching his nose with one hand and flexing the bloodied knuckles of the other.
Listener hoped the bastard broke a few fingers on Listener’s face.
The front man growled something, blood dribbling onto his upper lip from his nose, before turning away, stomping to other side of the room.
“Me?” One of the other men asked, and Listener blinked.
He knew that voice.
“You fuckin’ deaf? Yes, you! ‘Less there’s some other 05 round here? Good God. Fuckin’ transfers.”
The man (05?) stepped forward. His eyes glinted in the light, the only part of his face uncovered, and Listener felt relief settle in his stomach.
Familiar icy blue shone from behind the mask. Whisper.
“You gonna talk?” Whisper’s voice sounded lower than normal, more gravelly, but it was unmistakably him.
Listener kept his face neutral, doing his best to keep the spark of recognition out of his face. “Go fuck yourself.”
Whisper backhanded Listener across the cheek, open palmed, angled just the right way to make a *slap* sound without hurting too badly. Listener allowed his head to jerk to the side, going lax and letting the force of the blow rock him in his seat.
Listener thought he played it up nicely, but apparently it wasn’t good enough.
“Boo!” The other man behind Whisper jeered. “You’re not even trying.”
The front man shot him a glare, slapping him upside the head with a bloodied hand. “If you’re not gonna say anything useful, don’t say anything.” He looked to Whisper. “He’s right, though.”
Whisper gritted his teeth, avoided Listener’s searching gaze.
“Cold feet? What’s the hold up?”
Whisper pulled the knife out of Listener’s thigh, slashing across the bound man’s bicep in one fluid motion. Listener was ready that time, letting out a strangled gasp through his teeth, eyes watering.
“That’s it!” The second man jeered again.
A resounding slap, and front man growled. “Shut your mouth and go get me a fuckin’ ice pack.”
The door opened, then closed again, and the second man had left the room.
Listener inhaled raggedly.
Blood poured from his thigh and chest, the stab would pulsing in time with his heartbeat. He swallowed, feeling sick.
“Had enough?” Whisper sneered, still holding the knife with a white knuckled grip. He leaned forward until he was inches away from Listener’s face. He met Listener’s eyes.
He mouthed the words silently ‘Three, two, one-‘ before turning and throwing the knife at the front man, hitting him square in the chest.
There was a flurry of commotion, a gunshot, and the front man was on the floor, head cracked open with Whisper standing over him.
Listener shifted, groaning as pain lanced through his chest and thigh.
Footsteps clambered towards the door.
The second it was opened, Whisper shot the intruder in the kneecap. Ice cubes went flying as he fell to the ground screaming, ziplock baggie of ice opening on impact.
Whisper kicked him in the head. Lights out.
Then, he turned back to Listener, yanking down his mask. “Shit-“ He cursed as he scrambled to Listener’s side, only pausing to garb the keys to the cuffs out of front man’s pocket.
He kneeled in front of Listener, arms reaching around to uncuff the man.
“Sorry, sorry-“ He murmured, hands reaching to press at Listener’s blood-slick thigh. “Fuck- I didn’t- you know I wouldn’t-“ His voice was strained, raw, unsteady. A strange contrast to his hands, which moved with practice and purpose, patting down his vest and pulling out gauze from one of his many pockets.
“God- Listener. When they- I thought- there were six of them. I’m good, not that good though.” He laughed nervously. “I didn’t think- I just-“
Listener placed a newly-freed hand on top of Whisper’s. “Apology accepted.”
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betta-phish · 8 months
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What you know about rollin' down in the deep?
When your brain goes numb, you can call that mental freeze
When these people talk too much, put that shit in slow motion, yeah
I feel like an astronaut in the ocean, ayy
I almost completely forgot this was in my inbox 😭
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wizards101official · 1 year
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I found my art on Pinterest 🧍‍♂️
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astrobei · 1 year
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ella !! my one n only !! i know we have talked about music briefly but here are some other songs that just radiate ella elekinetic hexagirl to me 🥳
i have had this on repeat lately too n i love all of her songs but this one just feels like a breath of fresh air honestly
will i ever shut up about seeing him sing this live? no. too bad. ugh anyway love this song so much it’s so soft and gorgeous to listen to with 1000/10 lyrics !! very Ella to me
today on songs that devastate me and leave me a wreck on the bathroom floor ! this whole album feels very u tbh
a personal fav from this album ! there’s something so addicting about the instrumentals and the story i feel like u would enjoy it ! i Hope
ok this one is kind of random but u will just have to trust me. u are very backstreet boys coded in my head ok
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stiinkystiinkyrat · 2 years
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Can we take a moment to appreciate the soundtrack in Umbrella Academy? Without fail, every episode will have a song that just makes be want to groove. Do a little jig if you will. It’s so good for no reason
Also the utter shock I was in when Radiohead played??? Weezer??? Amazing. 10/10 choice in music
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bluefall23 · 2 years
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im only going to keep up with the new season of mha bc i want to see how the fandom burns
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artisticspacestudios · 3 months
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(*blinks at you*) hii I'm attempting to learn animation- heress a test one I made yesterday
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vision-sound · 4 months
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kissingwookiees · 5 months
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getting the whole fam to watch the preds game tonight
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