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silkmoth-art · 3 minutes ago
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Dang I love drawing this bastard
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doievoir · 26 minutes ago
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i!! still!! cannot!! believe!! this!! but!! 
yesterday, i played around and made some picrews and my friends really liked them. one of my friends particularly liked this one:
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so she made a lil sketch of my unnamed oc (aka the god of mischief, aka hot person tres) and this was the outcome:
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they’re so talented???? and (with her permission, of course) i wanted to share this with y’all. she doesn’t have an official art account or blog but they’re @deuxici on here. this is s o insane, i’m literally ?????!?!?!??!??!?! 
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actress4him · 59 minutes ago
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Whumpay Day 7 -
Mercy | Rage | Alt. Prompt: Small Spaces
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Fandom: Original work
Warnings: guns, implied kidnapping, claustrophobic conditions, mild blood, implied torture, restraints, blindfold, gag
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Caretaker burst into the house, gun held out in front of him, sweeping the room. Two men jumped up off the ratty couch, startled. 
“Get down!” A yelled from behind him. “Don’t even think about going for weapons!”
The men had little choice but to cooperate, and Caretaker and A quickly dragged them away, back to the rest of the team to watch until they could be taken back to headquarters. More pressing matters were at hand. 
It didn’t take long to do a search of the house. The building was small, with only a living room, kitchen, one bedroom, and one bathroom. There was nothing much to see. 
And that was a problem.
“He should have been here.” Caretaker ran both hands through his hair, trying to fight off the despair that was growing in his chest. “They said they saw him here, he should have been here.”
“Hey.” A laid a hand on his shoulder and gave him a sympathetic smile. “We’ll find him. Don’t give up hope yet.”
“Guys? You find him yet?”
Tapping on his com, Caretaker held back a sigh. “No. He’s not here.”
There was a moment of silence before B responded. “Are you sure? Because there’s definitely three heat signatures in that house.”
Caretaker and A shared a look. “Three?”
“Assuming you two are standing together, the other seems to be in the east part of the house.”
Taking off immediately, Caretaker jogged back into the bedroom. There wasn’t much of anything in there. A bed, a nightstand, a closet - which they had already checked - and a…
No.
He dove down onto his knees in front of the trunk. It was locked, of course, and his heart rate increased exponentially. He pulled his gun back out without hesitation and slammed it into the padlock. 
The lid creaked as it was raised, and everything froze.
Whumpee was blindfolded, gagged, his wrists and ankles bound with duct tape. There were bruises of every shade imaginable painting his skin, and dried blood crusted in various places. He was curled up into a far smaller ball than he should have been capable of forming. 
And he was shaking.
“Hey,” Caretaker said softly. “Whumpee, it’s me. It’s Caretaker.” He reached down ever so gently and touched his arm, and Whumpee flinched violently, a keening noise coming from behind the gag. 
Caretaker flinched, too, but forced himself not to pull back. He had to get him out of there, no matter what. 
Continuing to speak in a quiet, soothing voice, he made quick work of sliding his arms underneath Whumpee’s knees and neck and lifting him out of the trunk. A stooped down by his side with a pocket knife in hand and sliced through the duct tape around his wrists and ankles. 
“We’ll need to be careful about unbending his arms and legs. The blood flow’s gotta be all screwed up.”
Caretaker nodded. Right then he was more concerned about reassuring Whumpee that no one was going to hurt him. 
“I’m gonna take off your blindfold, okay?” 
Whumpee’s breath hitched with every light touch. Slowly and carefully, Caretaker slid the black fabric up and off his eyes. They blinked open, bleary, wincing at the sudden light after who knew how long in the dark.
“There you are. It’s okay, Whumpee. You’re okay now.”
“Is it...is it really you?” Whumpee’s voice was hoarse, and Caretaker didn’t want to think about why. 
“It’s me. You’re safe now, I promise. We’re gonna take you home.”
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forever-lynx · an hour ago
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Thank God
Thank God for knowing me well
Thank God for making a place I can smoke
And tell fucked up jokes
Eternally just be myself
Thank God for Hell
—; Thank God, Sasha Sloan
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callaeidae3 · an hour ago
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This must be a hallucination right? A sad hallucination, making Kyle think he's seeing the cat he rescued during the storm...
...the other day... week... whenever it was.
(He actually saw the cat before the building exploded, but he's not able to remember it.)
Scene from The Deliverance of Kyle Kindall - Chapter 63
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ilybeokay · an hour ago
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I want them to live long, happy lives...
When I learned that humanity lived beyond the Walls… I was so disappointed. I… wished for it… I wanted to wipe it all away. I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…
To the boy who sought freedom across the ocean; the boy who wandered in the forest too long… don't look back, goodbye ·̩͙
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rywritesthings · an hour ago
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another au,just like the last fic i wrote but Min-Gi instead,i suck at writing his pov :[
i also kinda need to go to sleep.so.pt2.maybe.in like 2 weeks at most
tws//period typical homophobia(??),blood,hanahaki, internalized homophobia(??)
tws//period typical homophobia,blood,hanahaki, internalized homophobia
Min was normally a shut in.it wasn't abnormal.Ryan hadn't noticed right?he thought it was important,that the person who this was-about didn't notice what was going on.he'd hate him-well,not that it would be the end of the world.he had his parents but it was the fact that Ryan was a man-everyone would find out.everyone would hate him.he couldn't deal with losing his parents or potentially being-yeah.no one could know.
he was either in his room or washing his face in the bathroom most of the time,it had been a week.
he got a knock at his door
"huh?"
Min-Gi got up and walked to his door,dragging his feet across the carpet.
he opened the door to see his best friend-in the light of the hallway.
"Min!you've been held up in here for like,,,a week.we're going for a walk.or something.get some shoes on bud!"
Min-Gi was silent for a moment.
"uhm-okay-"
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the walk was going well.him and Ryan were just talking.then Min-Gi started to cough.no no no.
he coughed into his hand
that's normal
germs.
"you sick?"
Ryan sounded a bit concerned.Min would have been too-
Min-Gi shook his head.
keeping his mouth at his hand
"okay..any reason you're still covering your mouth?"
he could,,pass it off as someone else right?that made sense.but how would he explain it.
he slowly pulled his hand away from his mouth blood on his hand.along with flower petals.
Ryan opened his mouth,closed it.opened it.
"Woah."
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cromchychipdip · 2 hours ago
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Potion of make your blood too fast
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pedrohub · 2 hours ago
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Zack for @dad-din-djarin
Brothers and Sisters
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cantwritecleo · 4 hours ago
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Me: *stands up*
Psychic alien space lasers: WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING, BUCKO?
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wxlfbyte · 4 hours ago
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colgate hair motherfucker
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bingebitch3001 · 5 hours ago
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I work above a blood donation centre and have a severe phobia of needles but...
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Baby say less 💋💅🏻
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