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where-is-my-whump · 3 months
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Society of the Snow
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thebad-lydrawn-sanses · 3 months
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Thoughts on each other + The random users who've appeared in the blog
*Sits and waits patiently in a corner :>*
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Killer: welll… boss is the easiest! he's nice but also fun to mess with. dust is grumpy and would rather sleep, and ax is too patient. he makes good food too. cross is the easiest to mess with, but he's too sensitive and i have to hold back to not hurt his feelings in a way that actually matters… Killer: the askers are super funny too! Horror: well, Boss helped me feel more comfortable existing, gave me and my brother a place to stay. i like Dust, even though i have to remind him to eat- at least with Cross, he'll eat something even if i leave him alone. Killer- Horror: Horror: …usually, i'd just refer to him like an annoying little kid, but right now i really just wish he was just less fuckin' reckless (and stupid) Horror: (the askers are okay, i guess) Dust: Nightmare's the boss- and saved me from Error, so he's alright. Horror feels… safe, almost, but Cross is more like a coworker. Killer really needs to learn how to shut the fuck up, though. The askers are alright- though, there are probably better things we could do with our time. Killer: like napping? Dust: …maybe Killer: snrk Cross: boss and coworkers. askers are fine Nightmare: Dust is the favorite (of course), Horror comes a close second… Nightmare: (the askers are a good way for all of them to get social contact outside of each other)
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liauditore · 6 months
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i dont. i dont know.
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wolfram-but-art · 1 year
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dude no he's perfectly fine what do you mean the wound is oozing what wound i don't see no wound he's fine see?
reblogs > likes you sillies
closeup under cut // same cw apply
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silliest fish in the world
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(^ actual fottage of a lvl 3 smite btw)
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evermorethecrow · 8 months
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my eyes start twitching and my hands start shaking when i see any of ur chuuya aus bc i wanna draw one so bad but i don’t wanna butcher the design (hi cryptid chuuya)
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The long awaited tutorial
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clothless-sock · 5 months
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“Infection” 5:8, ink on paper
By me! Really proud of this one. Made it for art class at school. The Corruption vibes are strong lol.
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neriumdelusion · 9 months
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HAPPY DISABILITY MONTH. I LOVE YOU ALL
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calmmyfears · 5 months
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It's been over 7 months now since I moved out, escaped the abuse and ran away from the trauma.. I am safe now and yet every day I live thinking I am doing something wrong and that I bother others by existing. It turns out you can't run away from trauma. But you can heal a little more every day by giving yourself lots of kindness and patience ❤️‍🩹
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kazhara · 10 days
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Show off
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kreftropod · 5 months
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Urges
This was supposed to be one of my Goretober pieces for this year, but then life happened so uh… spooky winter it is. I really like that one diagonal facial scar you can choose in BG3 :')
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exxorcius · 11 months
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@recom-week Day7 - “Nightmare”👹
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- Punished, everyone must be. Everyone gets what they deserve. A weakened cruel smile spreads over his lips with a glance as cold as depth of deepest oceans. Crippling within your skin and eyes even if clothed by vail of sleep. -
Actually forgot to post it on time! Aaaa, despite that I am finally done with the week and it’s been a great pleasure to experience. Here is so far the bloodiest piece of Captain Aziel Schwarz drowning in the suffering he deserved so longly. How bad it’s just a dream 🩸
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1-beansss-1 · 5 months
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~ Open Wounds ~
Teen gn!reader
Simon petrikov apocalypse fic
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Warning - mentions of blood, death, and injuries
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You were clutching your stomach. You had just nearly escaped a big hoard of zombies, but one of them scratched you, leaving a deep wound on your abdomen. Luckily, you didn't get bitten. You let out quiet groans as you walked, you were so tired and you needed to get somewhere so you could clean your wounds.
"Glob.. I'm going to die out here.. aren't I? Fuck.. Fuck.."
Your voice shook as you talked to yourself. You started to tear up. The thought of your death was hard, but you needed to start accepting it. You started to have trouble keeping your balance. You looked around for anywhere to rest. You saw a tree and started to walk towards it.
"Come on, body.. just a bit longer.. then we can rest.."
You groaned as you forced yourself to walk a bit further. When you got to the tree, you let yourself collapse. You took your backpack off and moved it closer to the tree. You rolled over and scooted closer to the tree. You sat up and rested against the tree.
"Alright.. made it.. ok.."
You said in between heavy breaths, grabbed your bag, and dug around for medical supplies. Thankfully, you had raided a hospital before you got attacked. You grabbed some rubbing alcohol and some gauze, sitting them beside you.
"This is gonna hurt like a bitch.."
You grumbled and lifted your shirt. This was the first time you saw how bad the wound was. You started to shake violently, and you put the end of your shirt in your mouth, biting down on the fabric hard. You grabbed the alcohol with your shakey hands and tried to pour it sparingly on the gauze. You started to clean your wounds, and you let out a loud cry of pain. You bit down on the fabric of your shirt more. You started to cry as you cleaned the blood from your body. You sat down the gauze when you were done and dug around in your bag for some bandages. You started to hear footsteps coming your way, and you quickly hid your supplies in your bag. You let go of your shirt, and you reached into your pocket, grabbing your pocket knife. You quickly flipped the blade out and gripped the handle tightly.
"Not now, please don't come here now.."
You whispered to yourself as you heard the footsteps get closer. You started to hear the voices of two people, one of a man and the other of a small child.
"Marceline, get close to me. Someone's there.."
"Ok, Simon.."
You looked over at them and sighed. You knew they saw you.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck"
You mumbled to yourself as you held your knife tightly. You didn't know if they were dangerous or not, and you were in no shape to fight off anyone.
"Hello..? Are you alright?"
The man approached you cautiously. You moved yourself closer to the tree and pointed your knife at him.
"G-Get away from me!"
Your voice shook as you tried to make him back off. His face softened when he saw you. He stepped forward a bit.
"It's alright, kid.. I'm not going to hurt you.."
"Like hell I'm believing that!"
You kicked him in the stomach and crawled away from him, dragging your bag with you. He groaned slightly and put a hand on his stomach. You got up and started to run away from them, gripping your bag tightly. You held your knife close to yourself, just in case you had to use it.
"Simon?! Are you ok?! Hey! You meany, come back!"
Marceline huffed at you and started to chase after you, Simon tried to grab her hand, but she was too quick for him.
"Marceline, wait!"
He quickly followed after her, with his hand on his stomach. He was surprised you could kick that hard when you were clearly badly wounded. You glanced back at the two following you, and you stumbled forward, falling on the grass, groaning loudly. You dropped your knife on the ground next to you, thankfully not cutting yourself with it.
She put a hand on your back and leaned forward to see your face.
"Are you hurt?"
You looked at her and started to cry. She reminded you of your little sister that you had lost. She had died while you were protecting her. You reached a shakey hand out to her, and Simon quickly snatched her away from you, worried you'd hurt her.
"Marceline! You can't just chase after people! What if they hurt you!?"
"Simon, they're hurt!"
You looked at the two of them and smiled. They reminded you of the family you'd lost. You reached a hand out to the two of them and closed your eyes.
"S-See.. you soon.."
You mumbled as you lost consciousness. You could hear marceline start to yell as you drifted off. You woke up in a house, you looked around, confused, you thought you'd died. You saw Simon and Marceline sitting near you, Marceline kept asking Simon innocent questions about you.
"Simon, do you think they have a family?"
"probably... well, maybe not anymore since they were alone.."
"Do you think they can say with us?"
"Only if they want to.. we can't make them"
You let out a soft chuckle, hearing her ask him about you. Marceline quickly looked at you and got up, rushing over to you.
"Hi!! Are you ok? What's your name?"
She stood over you, she had a big smile on her face.
"Hi.. I'm Y/N.. I'm alright.."
You weakly smiled at her. You still felt a lot of pain, but you didn't really want to worry her. Simon turned to face you and moved closer to you. His movements made you uneasy. You didn't trust him. You looked over at him, and your expression changed when you saw him. You looked angry at him.
"Don't get any closer.."
You lowered your voice, trying to sound intimidating. He let out a sigh and moved back to his original spot. He didn't like that you didn't trust him, Marceline trusted him so quickly, so he wasn't used to someone so defensive. He desperately wanted to help you, but he respected your boundaries.
"Don't be mean to Simon! He's nice! He'll protect you"
You looked at her and shook your head, sitting up more. You didn't want to rely on a complete stranger, and you knew how to take care of yourself.
"No, it's alright.. I don't need protection, I've gotten this far"
She stepped away from you as you stood up.
"Nice meeting you, Marcy..."
You grabbed your bag and smiled at her before turning around. You started to walk towards the door but stopped when you felt her grab onto your leg.
"Y/N! You can't leave! You're hurt!"
You smiled and turned to face her. You bent down so you could see her face better.
"You can't be that attached to me. You just met me"
You patted her head and stood up, Simon got up, walking closer to the both of you. He looked at you, making your grip your bag tighter. You glanced at him and stepped away from the two of them. Marceline let go of your leg and turned to Simon. She tugged on his jacket sleeve to get his attention.
"Simon, tell them they can come with us!"
"Now Marceline, I don't think they want to.."
"Simon!"
She whined, looking up at him with big eyes.
"Marcy, I.. I can't force them to do anything.."
He let out a soft chuckle. You saw Marceline start to tear up. It hurt to see her like this. She reminded you so much of your sister. You clinched your fists, trying to turn away from her, but couldn't.
"Marcy, don't cry. We might run into them later"
He said, bending down, wiping away her tears. She really didn't want you to leave. You let out a long, tired sounding sigh and put a hand on your face.
"Marcy, you want me to stay that badly?"
She looked over to you and nodded.
"I want to make sure you're ok.."
You sighed again, you could feel yourself starting to cry, you pushed back the tears and moved your hand off of your face.
"Alright, fine, you don't make it easy to say no, do you?"
You put your hands on your hips and smiled at her. Simon stood up and let Marceline go. She quickly ran to you, hugging you tightly. You stumbled back at the force of her hug and let out a laugh. It was the first time you actually laughed in a while.
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starryvomit · 1 month
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zzombievoid · 2 years
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Thir13en Ghosts (2001)
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life-through-my-eyess · 4 months
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I guess I came to a realisation that there are some things that are not meant for healing. The wounds stay open and every time you touch on the subject, just rubbed salt into the wound. A wave of emotions that you do not know how to control as most of the feelings are not your own. Thoughts running wild in your mind, your heart beating like you ran a mile, sitting on the floor for a while, trying to sort out the emotions that are piling, not knowing if you can find the strength to keep climbing, but in the end you get up and keep smiling.
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acrylicalchemy · 11 months
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The "Open Wounds" collection.
CariniArts.com
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