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whchenlvr · 4 months

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Hi, I absolutely loved your Weak Hero collections. There are just so few of them in here, and you did such an amazing job capturing their personalities. I'm a great sucker for angst, so if requests are open, and you're comfortable with it, I was wondering if you could do a scenario where Y/N gets seriously hurt while taking the hit for them? Like they get in between and get stabbed/punched/near death? Basically, it's their fault you get hurt?

You can write for any, but I'd really like a Wolf Keum one...

Thank you tons and absolutely loved your writing style :p

YES omg i’ve been wanting to write angst and i LOVEEE wolf. THANK YOU SO MYCH

when you get seriously hurt ;

weak hero x gn!reader

wolf keum. stabbed

➤ you had a bad feeling. you tried convincing wolf not to leave that night, but he didn’t listen. when did he ever?

➤ the union was never safe, but recently, the violence has gotten more extreme. you’d witnessed old friends of yours falling into the fighting scene and ending up in the hospital

➤ you even caught yourself waiting by the front door until you see your boyfriend through the window and have to stop yourself from running out to greet him

➤ you’re doing just that one evening, watching, when you see wolf’s purple hair appear. you’re about to welcome him in when something behind him catches your eye

➤ without thinking, you throw the door open and run out to him. wolf is too distracted by your presence to notice the masked man behind him with a knife. “wolf, look out!”

➤ you just barely shove him out of the way when you feel a sharp pain in your side. you instantly fall to your knees, and you can tell wolf hesitates on whether to grab you or chase the man who did this, not realizing you’d just been stabbed

➤ when he does realize what’s going on, wolf would just stare at you with wide eyes

➤ his panic response is always fight, never flight, but he can’t fight this. he stands over you, frozen, for a few moments before calling for help and dropping to your side

➤ “you okay?” he’d ask in a distance voice, more for himself than you, but you know from all the times of cleaning wolf up what to do in a situation like this

➤ you’d have to take wolf’s hands in yours and press them against your stab wound, trying your very hardest to keep calm in this situation, since you can tell by the daze in wolf’s eyes that he’s in shock and won’t be much help

➤ “you’re not going to die. you’re fine,” wolf would repeat, and you’d just nod and focus on your breathing. “i’m fine. you can’t get rid of me this easy.”

donald na. shot

➤ you and donald had been walking home from a date one evening when you noticed someone following you

➤ when you move to warm donald, he only places a hand over yours, catching your eye and shaking his head to signal “no”

➤ that’s when you start to panic, because donald isn’t the type of person to back down or step away from a fight. you assumed it was because you were with him, but donald had seen the light catch on the follower’s hand and knew that this wasn’t something he could punch his way out of

➤ you’d just passed a corner when donald suddenly shoved you forward and turned back to tackle the follower. he had him pinned, weapon tossed to the side, and looked back at you when his eyes widened. “y/n!”

➤ but you’re frozen when you hear something click behind you. there were two of them.

➤ you barely have time to scream when the person pulls the trigger, and white flashes before your eyes as you fall to the ground

➤ donald wastes no time jumping off of the first man to run to you, ignoring the sound of him running away as he holds you in his arms and presses both hands harshly against your shoulder

➤ donald is calculated. he is talented and skilled in fighting. he doesn’t know how to keep calm against a bullet wound in the person he loves most

➤ he’d be too afraid to pull his hands off of the wound to use his phone to call for help, and thankfully a helpful pedestrian would run over and call for you instead

➤ donald would ride in the ambulance with you the entire way there, keeping you talking and laughing as he tried to get himself to stop shaking

gray yeon. glass cut

➤ typically, gray is aware of his surroundings at all times during a fight. your presence threw him off guard and wasn’t something he took into account

➤ you didn’t mean to be there. you had almost been home when you realized you’d forgotten one of your notebooks in your desk and turned back to retrieve it from the school. it wasn’t your intention to stumble upon a fight

➤ you can tell right away that something is wrong. everyone looks too tense, like they’re all afraid of more than just a few bruises

➤ then you see it. on the ground is a boy you recognize from your 1st period, laying in a pool of blood too big to be from fists

➤ there’s another, taller boy standing above him with something clutched tightly in his fist. when he realizes what he’d done, his hands tremble and he runs away from the group. runs right toward you

➤ it was clear by his face that he was scared. it was obvious that this was an accident, and you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time

➤ you move too slow as you step out of his way, and pain flares in your middle as the broken shard of glass sliced into you

➤ it takes no time at all for you to lose your balance as blood seeps into your once clean white uniform shirt

➤ you were so distracted on trying to apply pressure to your wound that you didn’t even notice gray sprinting toward you, his eyes wet with worry

➤ “what happened, what happened?” he’s repeating his words like a mantra as he falls to your side as assesses the situation. you can tell he’s trying to be brave, but there are tears rolling down his cheeks as he desperately covers your hands with his

➤ he’d be a trembling mess, his mind completely jumbled as thought of stephan fill his head. how he couldn’t help him. he wasn’t about to make the same mistake with you, too

➤ gray would tear the sleeve from his jacket to wrap around your wound and keep pressure with one hand as he calls an ambulance with the other

ben park. ganged up on. beaten

➤ ben can usually handle himself well. even when he’s outnumbered, his focus is only on himself and the men fighting him. not you

➤ the two of you would be walking home from a date one evening when a group of new union members trying to impress donald na surround you

➤ ben would instinctively pull you close to him, and you can’t help but shrink back when you notice how his face hardens and his chest puffs out

➤ “you’re big ben, right?” “…” “so you are! we figured, you know, if we rough you up a little, maybe we’ll get on donald’s good side!”

➤ you weren’t that afraid until more of them started trickling in around you, and soon a group of rowdy teenagers had formed around you and your boyfriend

➤ when the first kid charges, ben knocks him to the ground with a single strike. you aren’t sure what these boys thought they could do, but as more approached, you started worrying for ben

➤ thankfully, he’d been teaching you basic self defense, but you’d never had to use it in real life as he’d always been there to protect you

➤ it happened so fast. more and more kept appearing, and soon ben was overwhelmed. you fought off as many as you could, but when one of the boys threw a brick at the back of your head, you were done and taking kick after kick

➤ ben only noticed when he realized how quiet you’d gotten. when he sees you on the ground, not moving, all he’d see is red

➤ less than a minute later, you’d be in his arms with your body pressed against his chest as he runs to the nearest hospital, begging you to be okay

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Grim Reaper - Pietro Maximoff X GN Reader

Title: Grim Reaper

Pietro Maximoff X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Wanda, Tony, Clint, and the kid from Age of Ultron Pietro saved

| You Are Here | Part 2 | Part 3? |

WC: 722

Warnings: Death mentioned, blood mentioned, bullets mentioned, Pietro lives bruh, slight angst, and fluff

Everything was dark... And Cold. Pietro couldn't feel anything. Except for the cold. He wasn't sure if it was just him or if everything else was so cold too. What a strange thought. He slowly opened his eyes, finding himself in a void-like place, surrounded by nothing but darkness. It looked like nothingness, but there were stars in that emptiness. So...it wasn't nothingness after all. It's still cold though... He shivered as a breeze picked up around him. This place really isn't good for his health. Until he realized... Was he dead? He couldn't remember much... Only saving Clint and the child... Then... A cold feeling, it hurt. It hurt so much. It felt like a thousand knives stabbing into his skin, twisting into him and making him bleed. His breathing became ragged as his heart ached with a pain that only someone as strong as Pietro could endure. Suddenly, he heard a voice calling to him. A soft, sad voice that sounded like it was coming from far away. And yet, when he looked up from the ground, his scared eyes met yours.

You stood before him, dressed in all black, with a sad smile, "Welcome to the Void, Pietro."

"The void?" Pietro quickly asked, "What is this? Who are you?" You gave him an amused look and smiled, your eyes filled with sadness.

"The void is a place between life and death," You spoke softly, pulling down your hood, "And I am your Grim Reaper."

"So, I am dead?" He asked sadly, "I died."

You shook your head, "No, not dead per se... You're... In between it. And what you did was amazing, saving the child's life."

He chuckled weakly, "Was it? I'm afraid I was a complete failure. I died."

"Of course, you weren't!" Your eyes flashed, "You saved the life of a small child who has suffered so much already, you saved that child from death."

Pietro looked down, "Then... What do I do now?" He asked, sighing, "I've left my sister alone."

You shook your head, "Pietro, this is not how your story ends. I can help you."

"How can you help me?" He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air slightly, "I'm dead."

You hummed, "I can help you... By reincarnating you."

Pietro furrowed his eyebrows, taking a step closer, "Reincarnating me? Wouldn't that mean I'd be born again and be someone else? I won’t see my sister."

You shook your head again, "No, I'm sorry. I used the wrong words. I am... Going to bring you back to life. Though there are some cons to this."

Pietro shook his head as his eyes widened in disparity. "I don't care what happens, I want to be alive, I want to protect my sister."

You closed your eyes, "I don't do this often... I've only done this a couple of times. But, the only things that will last once you are reborn... Are the scars that you'll carry. Both physically and mentally."

He clenched his jaw and let out a heavy breath, "That's fine. Let's do it then."

Your face lit up brightly, and you nodded in affirmation. Slowly, you reached your hand out, and Pietro took it. You closed your eyes, and Pietro felt a weird sensation as if he was being pushed through space, and time passed by at regular speed. When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was laying down on a cot, his sister staring down at him with wide worried eyes.

"Pietro! Are you alright?" She asked hurriedly, as Pietro groaned sitting up.

Looking down, he saw his suit, riddled with bullet holes, yet his skin was unharmed; only small scars left in their wake. He looked up to see his sister, also clad in her suit. Her hair fell messily, covering her eyes, and she had a teary expression.

"What... Happened?" He asked, voice dry as he ran a hand through his hair.

"This person saved your life," Tony spoke up, gesturing for the person to walk forward and Pietro's eyes widened.

There, you stood, hands clasped in front of you as you gave the man a small shy smile.

"My name is Y/N. And it's nice to meet you, Pietro." You gave him a knowing look.

Pietro couldn’t help but smile, "The pleasure is all mine."

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mytemporarycomfort · 2 years

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One last time

BOTW!Link x reader

A/N: I might consider doing this idea with some of the other champions.

Warning: Angst, Hanahaki disease, near death experience

Hanahaki Disease: is a fictional disease where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs, which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible if left untreated.

Link felt it pretty early on. His chest tightened and it hurt to breath. It wasn't unmanageable, but more of an inconvenience. He had a mission to defeat the calamity and it was more important his own life at this point. He tried so hard to focus on his mission, but his attention always went back to you.

You, the gentle loving person. He met you in a stable. He remembered what you sold. It was honeyed fruit and meat skewers, his favourites. Of course you would recognize him as the Hero so you offered him the food free of charge. He insisted on paying you for your hard work, but how can you accept it? He needed all the little bits of help he could get along the way through his journey. So when ever he needed a bit of respite, you were there. You were a new constant in this new life and a welcomed one too. He found your presence a calming one.

It all started when he woke up from a nightmare in the stable you worked at. You slept in the bed next to his and his thrashing woke you up too. He woke up to you putting a cool flannel on his head. In that moment, you looked like an angel, a goddess sent down from above. His chest tightened, he coughed, his throat tightened up, but somehow he managed to rasp out a quiet Thank you (y/n). And when you asked him if he needed anything, he asked you to stay if it was no trouble. And for him, of course you did. You two fell asleep on his bed and when you woke up he was gone.

It scared him that he was falling for you. He felt like a school boy all over again. He stayed away from that stable for a while. He needed to forget you. So he went out to journey again to get stronger for Hyrule. He might consider reaching out to you after he defeats Calamity, but right now he needed to forget you.

After weeks of journeying, he woke up to a stabbing pain in his throat. He coughed and jerked. When he uncovered his mouth, in his palms were petals of the Silent Princess.

He rode back to the stable as quick as he could, knowing he had little time left. When he arrived, your absence was clear. He questioned the stable master and asked if you were still here.

"Ah, (Y/N)? I believe she left a while ago. She mentioned going back to her home town to start a shop. I believe it was Hateno Village?"

The stable master didn't even finish before Link went on his way to find you. His coughing continued and left a trail of pale blue petals along the way. He needed to see you, even if it killed him.

Days passed before he arrived at the village. He walked up to the entrance. His breath was caught in his throat as he saw your back. You were at the entrance tending to a bed of flowers that were newly planted there.

"(Y/N)?"

When you turned around, you smiled.

"I'd recognize that voice anywhere Hero." but your smile didnt last long. You saw the petals. You saw the blood on the corner of his mouth and you knew. "Link, is that..?"

He nodded. He cautiously walked up to you. When he was within arms reach of you, he placed something in your hand. The first blue petal he coughed up. His eyes was filled with so much pain yet so much love. It was a silent plea for you to please accept him, love him back. And just like the night of the nightmare, you held him.

"Come with me." You said gently. You led him to your home. Inside was what he imagined. It was simple and cozy and everything he would've wanted if he had a proper home for himself. "How long has it been like this?"

He explained since the night you helped him though his nightmare, and why he was gone for so long. It all made sense. Since he hasn't returned to the stable you worked at for sometime, you feared the worst. You couldn't bring yourself to keep waiting for him there so you left in hopes of forgetting him.

"Why didn't you tell me Link? Why?" You asked as your eyes went glassy. He only looked down at his feet. He knew what was at stake. How could he drag you into this? It felt like a moment of weakness to be like this in front of you. His eyes shyly met yours, but what he didn't expect was for your hands to reach out for his. Link felt a shiver run up is spine. He looked back down at his feet, but then he noticed drops of water falling to the ground.

When he looked back up, he saw your eyes. Right there and then, he felt like he was hit with a breath of fresh air at last. You hugged him with all your strength. The feeling in his chest tightened even more. Then blue petals bursted out from his mouth. He felt as if all his energy was drained from his body, but it wasn't death-like. He didn't expect death to feel soft on his lips. He just need to see you one last time. Before all feeling left him, he heard it in the softest voice that has ever spoken to him.

"Please don't go, not yet. I love you."

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faofinn · 6 months

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No. 16 "Would you lie with me and just forget the world?"

@whumptober-archive

Gurney | Flatline | "Don't go where I can't follow."

Fao’s first mission for Fred hadn’t gone well. He’d finally been trusted to go out with the men, finally deemed well enough by Steve. They’d been looking for Tomas, and Fao had stupidly gotten too emotional about things and walked straight into a trap. His dad would’ve killed him if he’d have been there. He’d taken a knife to the shoulder, deep as well, and the blood had been a little worrying, the sheer volume of it that drenched his top. He’d fought his way out, none of the men left alive at the end of it. Not ideal, they’d wanted to question them, but there was nothing they could do about it now. They’d gotten Fao back to Fred’s quickly, glad of the first aid kit in the van to at least bandage it, but Fao was feeling decidedly woozy by the time he got inside. Some of the older guys who knew how things worked ushered him into their little basement treatment space, somewhere Fao unfortunately knew all too well.

“Steve? Finn?” One called, as the other helped Fao get sat before he keeled over. The gurney was welcome, and Fao sunk onto it gratefully, glad he didn’t have to rely on his legs anymore. He wasn’t convinced they would keep him upright.

It was Finn who appeared first, a frown quickly settling on his face. "What the fuck happened?"

"It was a trap, Fao got stabbed."

Finn could see that, the amount of blood that was coating him, already soaking through the bandage he had on. He clenched his jaw, nausea flaring. Fao hadn’t long been cleared to go out on missions after everything he'd been through, and Finn was less than impressed. At least they had blood this time, Finn had made sure of it.

He grabbed a pair of gloves, moving to Fao's side. "Why did you let yourself get hurt? Can one of you get the obs machine on for me?"

One of the men nodded. "Uh, sure. Where do you want it doing?"

Finn shot him a look. "You've got two guesses, and one of them is pissing blood. What do you think?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry." He muttered, doing as he was told.

“Ow.” Fao groaned. “Didn’t do it deliberately. Fucked up.”

"You need to be more careful."

“Yeah, I know.”

"Is it just here?" He asked, gently unwrapping the bandages.

“Think so.”

"Any other injuries?"

“No.”

"Promise?" Finn softened a moment, searching his face.

“I don’t think so.” Fao said tensely, the pain beginning to really bother him now. “Jus’ this is fucking murder.”

"I'll get you something in a second. I just needed to make sure you weren't going to bleed out on me. Again."

“I’m fine, I’m fine.”

"If you were fine, you wouldn't be bleeding or in need of pain relief."

“Fine enough.” He grumbled. “My own stupid fault.”

Finn hummed. "I'd agree with that."

“Can we save the me getting bollocked until later?”

"Yeah, yeah." He murmured. "Let me have your arm? I'll get a cannula in."

He nodded. “Yeah.” He mumbled, offering him his arm.

"What do you need for it?"

“Whatever you’ve got. Oxy?”

"That bad?"

“It’s pretty fucking bad, yeah.” He snapped, feeling bad the moment he said it. “Sorry, sorry.”

Finn said nothing, managing to find a vein and eventually get a cannula in. He was silent as he drew up the drugs he needed and returned to Fao's side. He pulled one side of the bed rails up, and reached for the cannula again.

"You know the drill. Makes you dizzy. Lie back."

Fao did as he was told, already painfully dizzy. He closed his eyes as the room span, pressing back against the back of the bed with a small groan.

"There you go. Doing okay?"

“Yeah.” He said tensely.

"Sure sounds it." Finn muttered, turning away to grab supplies.

Fao really didn’t feel well. The room hadn’t stopped spinning, and whilst the meds were helping the pain they’d made him feel worse. To be honest, he wasn’t entirely sure he wasn’t about to pass out.

The obs machine wasn’t happy either, alarming with the results it got back. The men who had stayed glanced over at Finn, worry rising.

“Uh, Finn?”

"Yeah, I can see. What are you meant to do?" He tested them, aware of the situation but not ready to panic.

“Tell you?”

He shot them a look, prepping the blood and fluids. "What would you do if I wasn't here?"

“Put pressure on the wound? Lay him down?”

"Right, and he's laid down and the wound is being sorted? Do I need to hold your hand the entire way?" He was close to snapping, the monitors grating on his headache. They weren't low enough for him to panic and move faster, but they needed sorting. He connected the blood and fluids and glared at them once more.

"Legs up, but below the wound, come on." He shook his head. "Deep breaths, Fao. You're doing just fine. You know the oxy makes you feel shit too, yeah? Just breathe through it. You've got blood and fluids going there, and I'll get some lidocaine in and get you sorted, alright?"

Fao managed a nod, but he didn’t trust himself to speak. How could he, when he felt like any moment he was going to slip, his head spinning. He reached out a hand for Finn, suddenly afraid.

"I've got you." Finn stopped treating, grabbing Fao's hand and leaning in, his other hand running through Fao's hair. "I'm right here, you're gonna be just fine. I'm not letting you go anywhere, not after all my hard work. You're okay, yeah? Just breathe, relax, I'm right here."

“Feel fainty.” He managed to get out.

"Yeah, I can tell. I've seen your blood pressure worse, though, and we're putting the blood back in you, so it should help." He soothed, any earlier animosity gone.

He nodded. “Yeah.” He said softly. “‘M sorry.”

"Don't be sorry."

“Fucked up.”

"Don't we all?"

“But…”

"But what?" He reached to stroke through his hair. "You're okay."

“My fault.”

"Nah, don't be daft."

“Shouldn’t have been so stupid.”

"I say that about you every day."

Fao whined. “Sorry.”

"Why?"

“Everything.”

"Don't be daft."

“I mean it.”

"You don't need to be sorry."

“Of course I do.”

"Don't be daft." Finn repeated. "You're okay."

Fao groaned as Finn hit a particular tender spot in whatever he was doing, and his good arm gripped the rails of the trolley tightly.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll numb it up more."

“Thanks.” He mumbled. “Caught a sore bit.”

"Sorry. Thought I'd numbed it enough."

Fao just made a noise. “It’s fine.”

"Do you want more pain relief?"

“I want to sleep, and not have to deal with any of this shit.”

"Give me five minutes and I'll get you something."

“‘kay.”

"Just for tonight."

“Thanks.” He mumbled, unable to look at him.

Finn finished up quickly enough, the wound cleaned out and stitched up. Fao had been verging on the edge of passing out the entire time, somehow managing to cling on to consciousness. Finally though, when Finn was done, and gave him some meds to take the edge off, Fao gave in. Curled half on his side, he let the darkness take him, hair falling in his face as he slept, feeling shit and just utterly exhausted.

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crmsnmth · 24 days

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September Sky Chapter One, Part 4

"Want to just meet here then?" I asked.

"Yeah. Sure. I get down with my last class around four, so quarter after?" She replied with that same perfect smile.

"Sounds great. I'll see you later then," I said. She gave me a small wave and headed back into the writhing mass of the crowd. I lost her almost instantly. As she walked away, she did turn back and look at me, so I think that's a good thing? I don't know. I was way out practice.

I had enough time to walk to my place in Riverwest, shower, and change clothes quick. Yeah, I did miss the bus, and at this point it would be faster for me to walk than wait for the next bus. I just didn't enjoy the walk without my headphones, which I had forgotten when I left the apartment earlier that morning.

I headed out of the cafeteria as fast as I could go. With the adrenaline from asking someone out for the first time in years, I could move pretty fast. I made it out the door, and out into the late spring air.

I practically ran and crossed the bridge over the Milwaukee River. I had to stop for a few moments to catch my breath, and to cease the stabbing pain in my side. I was really out of shape, and the smoking probably didn't really help. I checked my phone for the time and found there was enough that I could maybe just walk like a normal person.

The bridge is basically what separates the East Side and Riverwest. It was strange, but for some reason, you could actually feel the change. In the air and in the noise. As the hippies that roamed the streets of Riverwest would sat, "it's in the energy, man."

Riverwest was basically a safe haven for misfits and outcasts. A neighborhood for artists and their muses. Everybody here is an outcast, and this tiny little splat in Milwaukee was the holy ground we prayed at. Everybody (who was a decent person) was welcome. No matter if you're a hardcore punk, or a knitted hat wearing hipster, or maybe even a witch who cares more about the style than the substance. They were all accepted with open arms.

I lived over on Booth street, with two room mates. One of them, Tom. had put an ad on Craigslist and I got lucky. I had the first months rent, and I'd be taking over someone's lease. I had no problem with that, and a week later I was moved in, trying again to start my life over.

Tom was an alright. He at least acknowledged my existence. We had even had a few conversations. I guess the best description of him that i can think of would be a jock hipster. Technically, he should be kicking his own ass. Somehow, though, he made it seem natural.

Dennis, on the hand, did not like me. Not one bit. This didn't bother me. I'm no hypocrite. I wasn't his biggest fan. He was a deep-seated conservative. Maybe even more than that even. I know he was deep into ROTC stuff. And he definitely looked the part, with the crew cut and the ever present smug of a soon to be military person. When he was at the apartment, his room was constant virtual gunfire war video games. And hey, I like to game just as much as anyone else, but I'd much rather be doing something.

The house was empty when I got there. I'm assuming they both had class or were to whatever it was that they did for jobs. For being room mates, it's kind of strange of just how little I knew of them. And they knew barely anything about me, other than what they saw at our place. And that wasn't much at all, considering most of my time home was spent locked away in my tiny room.

It looked smaller than it was, mainly because my walls were covered in posters for horror movies and punk bands. I had a small closet in one corner of the room that held most of my t-shirts. And I had a lot of them. Of course, they were all black, and usually with a horror movie's poster on them, or a punk bands logo. A TV stood on a stand with an Xbox that I used mainly has a DVD player. Across the room was my mattress, just a twin that sat on the floor. I tried keeping a sheet on it, but with the amount of movement I have in my sleep from nightmares, I ripped it up every night. So I stopped trying. Who did I have to show anyway? A small dresser sat against one wall, with a turntable and my stack of vinyl on top of it. Right next to it was a bookshelf filled with horror DVDs and a few books based on some form of anarchist ideology. I wasn't all that political, but I classified myself as an anarchist. It just kind of suited me, with the punk thing I had going on since I turned 13 and found a Descendents album at a Goodwill. My laptop lay on my mattress, plugged in to the wall behind the dresser. The wall above my bed was covered in red Christmas lights.

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ratcatcher0325 · 10 months

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Hi this is a question for both Alexander and Natalie, what is one thing that you like about the other person? (It can be a silly answer or an actual serious one, whatever you guys choose)

Hello Anon!

Another dual question, I see. Natalie, you should be grateful my loving and faithful audience has deemed you worthy to occasionally include you in these asks. You're welcome! I believe some small amount of my celebrity has rubbed off on you.

Oh please, no one ever said you were humble, did they? Well, I hate to break this to ya, but there isn't exactly much star power to begin with, little sir! You're only as big as my hand, you can only shoulder so much!

How original. We're going straight for the height jokes. Fantastic. That was a low blow, Ms. Marquez.

... Now you're roasting yourself, I don't even have to do anything. This is amazing!

I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. Shall we actually answer this question now? Or are we going to continue to waste this poor person's time and space on their screen with ridiculous banter?

Fine. Alright, I'll wave the white flag. Let's see... Oh, what do we like about each other? Jeez.... Nothing is really coming to mind....

Oh... Right. Yes. I find her rather infuriating most of the time.

Uh huh, we'll see what you have to say next time I give you more pain meds... High Alexander loves me.

You have no proof of that! I still think you're fabricating that entire ordeal!

What I like about him is how easy he is to tease. You should see his little face right now, Anon, he's all flustered and red, it's awesome! No, but on a serious note, I really admire his intelligence and work ethic. He's like... a little machine. He won't stop when he's set his mind on something. It's kinda amazing (and super annoying when it causes you to get stabbed in the eye with pieces of wadded up paper). But, yeah, he's probably one of the smartest people I've ever met, in this adorable travel sized package! It's great! (he just rolled his eyes at me, Anon, I can tell he loved that.)

I suppose common courtesy requires that I respond in kind? Fine, but I'm only doing because I'm being pressured. For the vast majority of our time together, I've found Natalie to be clumsy, bumbling, loud and, honestly rather annoying. But.... I suppose... If I had to say something... I'd say I appreciate her giving heart. She may not always get things right, but she can't be knocked for trying her damnedest. She's been a very attentive nurse of sorts (excepting the bath/smoke alarm incident which we will not discuss here, because I have no desire to raise my blood pressure at the moment) and I appreciate her learning more and more how to handle me with care. I suppose... and this stays between us Anon, I don't mind it when she holds me. It can sometimes even be pleasant.

Wow, you heard it here, first folks. Ol' Xandy gave me a compliment and he didn't immediately burst into flames. Incredible!

Do you see what I have to endure, Anon?

Don't be fooled, he loves it! He'll just never admit it cuz he's a little grouch at heart!

Thanks for the ask!

Love,

Natalie

Alexander

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waterfallswords · 4 months

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location: holding camp dec 31st

starter for: sophia cross and jackson jones @wilddwcrds

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There is a mix of relief and dread rolling through Sophia's veins. No sign of her brother in the camp. But, she wonders if it is a hopeful clue or a hopeless dead end. How likely is it that he is still alive? She knows that Jack is stronger than most, but can he survive the cold, the hunger, the danger? What if he is captured, locked away in a facility? How would she ever find him? As she helps with the sorting of the wolves, Sophia scans every face, every wound. But, she finds nothing. She observes the chaotic scenes with weary eyes, the wounded being carried and treated, the conversations buzzing with fading adrenaline. She keeps her distance from her cousins, seeking a truck with some medical supplies for her own injuries. Nothing serious.

A flash of memory stabs her, when her bare foot grazed over a raised nail and she saw the blood, the pain, and then the healing. No scar, no trace, when she wiped it clean. She hears her father’s voice in her head, saying that it was a good thing it wasn’t Jack, or they would need spit and bandages to fix him up. She frowns. How many times must he have heard those reminders of his difference, and she never noticed.

Sophia twists to eye the large gash from silver down her forearm, lips twitching in a wince of pain as she cleans it. It's hard to tell if the footsteps approach her or are due to continue on, but as they slow it brings her glance to see Jackson. She'd noticed him throughout the night, never too far from wherever she was running to or from. In fact, she's certain she caught his gaze once or twice while fighting soldiers with an expression of why the fuck are you my shadow? over her features. "No luck?" it's a civil question but Sophia's tone is far from welcoming, even now, as she gestures with a sharp nod of her head to congregating Crosses. "Cece, I mean." she then turns back to the bed of the truck, freeing a bottle of water which she thuds on the tail closer to JJ. "I'd rather you didn't to that by the way." she remarks, offering no context because she thinks it's obvious what she means. "Feels more like an insult." she adds, glancing at him then. "You can't directly help me but trying to...make it not so obvious so it doesn't start shit."

#( convo: jj and sophia 2 )#Idk why I waffled #I'm gonna scream at these gifs not working

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wh0lesale-pvthy · 5 months

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READ ME ~introduction post~

+18 MINORS LEAVE & DNI

noname, 24, he/they, transmasc nb, queer and asexual, sub-bottom

needed a space to explore my kinky-horny side so here it is!

I would prefer to not have cishet people interact with me on here, so if you're trans/ace/queer and kinky please interact, i want you bitch!

sex positive<-->neutral and likes sexual attention in the right contexts. my libido is unpredictable at best, so consistent hornyposting shouldn’t be expected. kinky in both the sexy and non-sexy way

to me, sexy = relating to sex/foreplay/arousal/hornyness. non-sexy = non sexual, relating to platonic feelings/experiences, nothing to do with sex/hornyness. sometime they intersect. for example I really like rope bondage in a mostly non-sexy way. I like how it looks/how it feels/the act of being tied up/tying up myself or other people. To me it's just plain fun and I’d do more ropeplay as a hobby with friends than in a sexual context, but sometimes it may go into sexy territory!

a little more about me/boundaries:

always a submissive, almost always bottoming.

not a woman/girl/lady in identity but I express myself however I feel which can include femininity

been on T for like 4ish years now? the T bug bite me and made me gay and rabid. post top surgery since 2020 baby!!!

single, happy with that, not really looking for romantic partners atm, flirting is alright tho, but keeping in mind it's an online space in which i don't regularly/consistently interact on. making friends on here would be even better tho!

dms, asks, replies rn are fine! 21+ if we're directly interacting/talking please!

although I understand most social cues through text, I appreciate direct/clear communication above all

Some terms I'm ok with in reference to my body and me:

Chest = chest, pecs, nipples

Vulva/Anus = cunt, pussy, hole, pussy/ass hole, ass, boyhole/pussy. mostly anything except "vagina"

Clitoris = clit, dick, cock, tdick, tcock, tiny/lil/small dick (in a funny way but also in a sexy humiliating way)

Me = idk yet, just don't refer to me with dominant titles like daddy, sir or master. might figure out a name on here eventually

YES’S & MAYBE'S: (white=yes, orange=maybe)

degradation/praise/objectification/sexualization/humiliation, the works

corruption

dubcon/noncon (in certain circumstances, it flows between hard no<-->maybe)

alcohol/weed intoxication

breeding

somnophilia

fauxcest

bondage (special place in my heart for ropeplay)

lingerie/dressing up/costumes

voyeurism/exhibitionism

manhandling, rough housing/wrestling

being soft is nice too tho

light impact play (slapping, spanking, whipping, flogging)

Asphyxiation/choking

orgasm control/overstim/edging

Sensory deprivation (blind folds/ear plugs/etc)

Knife play/gun play

monster/alien fucking (to varying degrees)

HARD NO'S/NOT INTO'S:

any bodily fluids that aren't cum/spit/blood (ie; fecal matter, urine, vomit, etc)

vore, gore, ageplay, raceplay, pregnancy/birthing (breeding is fine tho), misgendering/detransition kink, hypno kink, feederism, needle play,

puppy/pony play (although puppy/kitty play MIGHT be growing on me)

Punching/kicking/stabbing/shooting/extreme violence or extreme/hard pain infliction

again i try to keep my line of communication open, you're welcome to interact/dm me if you feel inclined!

i'll be pinning this post indefinitely, and as time goes on I'll keep updating! i'd love to develop a tagging system in the near future where I can differentiate between talking about kinky stuff in a sexy way and non-sexy way. and just develop a good tagging system in general actually, if you have suggestions please send them my way~

#bd/sm kink #ftm sub #ftm bottom #transmasc nsft #ftm nsft #asexual nsft #queer nsft #trans nsft #t4t nsft #sub posting #ftm mlm

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swampstew · 2 years

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About Me

I'm Raven and I run this silly little blog from my small cottage deep in the swamp lands. You can call me Raven or Rowena since she is my OC insertion into the One Piece universe. I am openly queer, ethnic and welcome everyone into my space except for the bad types (racists, sexists, transphobes, etc.)

I love creative writing, saving stray ferals, and practicing witchcraft. I am caught up on a lot of anime/tv shows/books/etc. that I interact with, so here is your spoilers warning - if you wanna shoot the shit with me about something I am almost always down. If you're a fan of it, chances are I am too. If I haven't heard of it, I am googling it immediately.

Personally, I am here to write and draw One Piece content and to consume One Piece content. I tend to post my writing more than my artwork; I'm also more confident in my writing skill than my art. Also, a blogs a blog and I will often like and share other types of content that fit my interests. I simply don't have the time to run multiple blogs otherwise I'd have my Eustass Kid simp blog and then a personal blog for all my other interests. Instead it will all be on this blog, filled with chaotic energy that matches my own.

This IS an 18+ blog. Minors do not interact.

I've been obsessed with Eustass Kid since I first saw him in the Sabaody Arc - I was already writing my story on Rowena the Witch with the Straw Hats when I saw Captain Kid. The next thing I knew, I felt a stabbing pain in my chest from the love arrow Eros launched at me. I haven't been the same since and I ended up scrapping my original draft into the story that is currently up on AO3. Most of my content will revolve around Kid and the Kid Pirates but I love One Piece so much that I can and will add other characters at some point or another. I am completely caught up in the anime and manga, may post and/or reblog content that contain spoilers.

#raven's rantings #introducing myself #swampstew

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pricescigar · 2 years

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The Werewolf

(Pt. 5)

Perseus' men succeed in capturing Elvira Wolff, it took them longer than they hoped. But at the end of the day, Perseus would be happy to know that they got the infamous hunter. Stitch, Naga, Jackal, Knight and Fuze worked together in order to capture Elvira. It could've been a one man job yes, however just in case Elvira escaped a person's arms… The journey would've been much more difficult for one man alone, so a group of them would be for the best.

"Let me go you bastards! Let me go!" Elvira yelled as loud as her voice could, Stitch kept her in his arms tightly, his hands gripping onto her waist every time she tried to escape. Refusing to let her go, no matter how much she yelled, no one could hear her. They took her to Perseus hideout and down into the dungeon where she would remain for now.

"I'm not letting you go, Devushka, not in a thousand years. You can try all you want though." Stitch stared at her, he pushed her in the only empty Cell they had in their safehouse. As a result Elvira fell onto the floor, she could only back against the wall.

Naga then used the chance to tie Elvira's hands with a rope, just so she wouldn't fight back as much. Since the whole group of men were there, and if she used her legs in order to fight back. They could easily prevent that. "Well then… Who should have their fun first?" He questioned, glancing at the others.

"I will, leave us be. Now." Stitch immediately said, with that the rest of the men left the dungeon, leaving Stitch in there with Elvira. He got his knife out of its sheath, staring at her and walking into the Cell.

Elvira showed no fear, staring at him the moment he tried to get on top of her she kicked him hard in the stomach. "Fuck off!" She hissed at him.

Stitch groaned in pain a bit before stabbing her in the leg as a result in pure spite and anger, putting the pressure down on the knife as much as he could. "Now Devushka… Why do you truly want to hunt Perseus?" He asked her.

Elvira groaned in pain feeling the knife piercing her skin on her leg, she tried her best to ignore the pain. Hearing his question, she then chuckled softly. "Why do you think we're assigned to find him in the first place?" She tried not to laugh at his question.

"Enough games, I'm tired of your stubbornness. I'm going to have fun with you." Stitch knelt down holding Elvira in place, removing the knife from her leg before putting it near her left eye. "Say goodbye to your eye." He said before driving the knife against her left eye, leaving a scar there.

Elvira screamed in pain trying to pull his hand away, alas that didn't work either. Stitch perfectly made a scar in her face, pulling the knife away to take a good look at her.

"Perfect, you look like me now… Now you know what it truly means to be a monster, you've got a long road ahead of you Elvira Wolff. I'd advise you'd start talking about your true purpose… Now." Stitch spoke seriously before leaving her in her Cell, leaving the other agents to have their own kind of fun with her.

Naga's form of interrogations were different from all the others, it was true what the CIA always said about him… He was a cruel and sadistic bastard, he loved inflicting pain on others just for the thrill of it. And he would make sure that he would get Elvira to talk.

"So good to have you here at least… Even Stitch left a beautiful mark on your eye as a welcome present." Naga grinned wickedly under his mask, the soldiers pushed Elvira down onto a chair and tied her legs and wrists.

"Fuck you! You won't get any kind of information out of me!" Elvira said, before she was hit at the side of her head by Naga before shaking his head.

"You really don't get it … Do you Elvira? We can be merciful and set you free, if you tell us why you want to hunt our boss. Now don't even think about saying what you said before." Naga looked at Elvira seriously, waiting for her answer.

"You're all the same… And you're the sole reason why all of my family members are all dead, you're just waiting for me to give in… So you can do the same thing to me too." Elvira stared at Naga, she was no idiot that's for sure.

"That may be true but… I noticed the pretty scars you had on your hands earlier, it would be a shame if they were to just… Reopen once again." Naga got out the knife he had pressing it against Elvira's throat. "You're making this difficult, I'm going to ask something else. Answer wisely– I might just go easy… Where is your team's location?" He asked.

"Go to hell, you scumbag. I'm not saying shit, so do your worst." Elvira glared at him, and with that Naga chuckled. Simply shrugging his shoulders.

"Suit yourself, you asked for it." Naga said using the knife to cut off one of the ropes that held Elvira's arm, observing the scars before individually opening all of them. Watching the crimson blood pour down her arm. "Get the salt too while you're at it, I want to make sure she feels true pain." Naga ordered his guards to get the grains of salt.

Elvira bit her tongue in pain trying to not even show her own weakness. She turned her head away, enduring the pain that was being thrown at her. When the grains of salt finally entered into her scarred wounds, she screamed in pain.

Meanwhile . . .

"Woods is suicide, you can't go on your own. We work as a team, we'll go together and get Elvira back." Mason assured him, placing a hand upon his shoulders.

"No I can't wait, I'm going on my own. And I'm gonna bring her back here, taking her to my Castle would be far too dangerous. What if– What if she's already infected? I have no more serums." Woods became worried, he paced around the room a little.

"She won't be transformed into one of us, I promise you. Look… Adler is out at the moment still hunting with Sims and Lazar, I know he'll help you regardless. You're his friend after all." Mason responded to him, he placed a hand on his shoulder to try and relieve his nerves a little. It sort of worked.

But Woods couldn't stop worrying, Elvira's life was on the line. And it was his fault, he didn't protect her enough. He should've gone out hunting with her, he wished he went with her. He felt like a total idiot for not going.

Mason had talked to Adler about the situation, and he eventually agreed to help Woods find Elvira. Despite her being a hunter and all. But he knew Woods cared a lot about her, see what true love does to a man?

"Hey Woods, I talked to Adler and–" Mason realised that Woods was nowhere to be seen! He took the chance to leave just when Mason had left himself to talk to Adler to talk about the situation at hand. He facepalmed. "Goddamnit Woods. You're going to get yourself killed…" He mumbled to himself.

Back at Perseus' safehouse . . .

Elvira took all of the hard beatings, the many interrogations, all of it was nonstop… She couldn't fight anymore, she was thrown back into the Cell again. She had cuts and bruises all over her body, and if they won't be treated soon… They'd become infected. But Perseus' men didn't care about that, not one bit.

Perseus knew this was the chance to finally transform her, at her most vulnerable state. Surely this would be a moment that would scar her forever, the man had no remorse. He bit into her neck, a way to transform her. And when the full Moon rises, she'd be one of them.

Elvira was far too weak to even fight back, a soft wince escaped from her lips, closing her eyes tightly in pain. Feeling Perseus pull away from her neck, his lips licking the blood from his lips a little before shoving her back down on the ground.

"Perfect…" Was all Perseus said to her, pulling away from Elvira, wiping the rest of the blood away from his mouth with his hands.

Elvira was already in a lot of pain, so she gave up. She knew she had finally lost. Her left eye was closed due to the pain and scarring, and her right eye was her only source of sight.

"You'll pay for this…" Elvira said breathlessly, she wondered how she was able to endure this kind of pain for so long… Part of her was still holding onto the small twinge of hope that Woods would swoop in and save her, but maybe that was far too late also.

"We'll see about that, for now… We will watch the beauty of your transformation. The full moon is tomorrow night, say you'll be like us. Monsters. Forever…" Perseus harshly said, closing the Cell and locking it before his footsteps fade away. Leaving Elvira in that Cell to rot.

Woods had finally managed to find the Whereabouts of Elvira, thanks to Perseus soldiers patrolling the next day up in the mountain when he was walking in that direction. He used the chance to follow them discreetly, and there he was… At Perseus' base. Highly guarded as expected– It was the early evening, he knew the full moon was coming tonight. So that would be his advantage to take down Perseus' agents once and for all. Discreetly he passed by the oncoming soldiers and into the Castle, now all he needed to do was find Elvira… Where could she be?

Elvira's temperature was burning up, like the first time when her own father scratched her that very night. Surely if she won't be found sooner, then the Serum won't do anything to help her. The infection would've taken over quickly, she wanted to cry in pain. But she had no tears left after crying endlessly in the night, she had never been so scared for her life… Everything was just screaming in pain.

"Let me out!" Elvira's voice was hoarse, dry and raspy. Kicking, screaming, pulling the bars didn't do anything. But the strength she was feeling was unlike any other, she knew the infection was beginning to take hold…

Woods heard the voice that sounded awfully familiar, he opened the door and quickly went down the stairs and there he found the Dungeon. Looking to see Elvira into the Cell, he immediately rushed over to her.

"Elvira!" Woods whispered and in an instant he broke the lock, opening the Cell door and going onto his knees pulling her into a gentle hug. Holding her close against his sighing softly. "What did they do to you…"

Elvira felt herself being lifted up into Woods arms, her head resting against his shoulder. She was beginning to feel dizzy, so many mixed emotions. "I'm infected, I can't fight it Frank…" She managed to say.

"I will save you, I promise you Elvira… You just, gotta hold on a little longer okay?" Woods said to her reassuringly, he began to sneak out of the Castle.he had to be careful, if he was caught… He'd be done for too.

"I already became violent Frank, it's too late… I can't hold on…" It was the last thing Elvira said before she passed out on his arms, her health was declining.

Woods began to run immediately to save her, the quick movements notified Perseus' agents and they began to run after Woods as well.

#elvira wolff #call of duty #black ops cold war #cod cold war #frank woods #oc #ocs #frankvira

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thetwistedcryptid · 2 years

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Incorrect quotes with Deinósavros (#1)

Kaiyō: Would you like something to drink? *They open the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper- Eleu: Spiders? Kaiyō: Spiders it is then. Eleu: No, that wasn’t- *But they were already pouring them a brimming glass of spiders…* _ Kaiyō: I’m so happy two of our new freshmen are getting along now. Taranis: Uh, Eleu and Hikaru are not getting along. Kaiyō: They’re not trying to kill each other. Taranis: You may have a point. _ Taranis and Kaiyō: *making loud, shouty gorilla sounds at each other* Eleu: Hikaru, exasperatedly: We have a guest. _ Eleu: Is stabbing someone immoral? Taranis: Not if they consent to it. Kaiyō: Depends on who your stabbing. Hikaru: YES??!!? _ Demon: Hey, I took your soul last month and- Hikaru: No returns. Demon: *sobbing* But it's making me sad... _ Hikaru: Damn, Taranis, are you secretly cool? Taranis: Well, poker is just math, so I guess it depends on if you consider the mathematician, Carl Friedrich Gauss, cool. Hikaru: I do not. _ Taranis: Welcome to my room. As you can see, I've knocked over many chairs because I get so tilted at the towers. Eleu: Uh, this isn't really tilted. Or a tower. Taranis: Well you see, it's a gamer pad. Not many girls come in here because I get friendzoned so frequently. But that's okay. Eleu: I'd like to be in the Friendzone! I like friends! Taranis: It's not as pleasant as you think. They don't treat you like a friend. They treat you like an item. Sometimes I wish I could be more than just an accessory to these women; But unfortunately, as a gamer, I don't get respect. Eleu: I'm not a gamer! so maybe they'll respect me! Taranis: That just makes you a beta cuck. _ Kaiyō: I am your king, long may I reign! Taranis: Well I didn’t vote for you! Kaiyō: You don’t vote for kings. Taranis: Well how’d you become king then? Kaiyō: Hikaru of the Lake, their arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Kaiyō, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king. Taranis: Listen. Strange people lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. _ Eleu: You have an impressive pain tolerance. Hikaru: Thanks, it's the trauma. _ Taranis, to Hikaru: You know, Kaiyō can be really aggressive, so it's important to take all the necessary precautions when approaching. Taranis: *blows airhorn at Kaiyō* GET FUCKED! _ Eleu: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco. Hikaru: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy. Taranis: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance. Kaiyō: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons. _ Eleu: I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I'm under.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #rsa #royal sword academy #Deinósavros #rsa fandorm #fandorm #Deinósavros dorm #incorrect quotes #memes #twst ocs #rsa ocs

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gdshebe · 1 month

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sting

You can sting me if you want to. Do you want to? I'd be ok with it. I'd learn to be ok with it. To expect it. To anticipate it. To welcome home the corkscrew stab with my open, beating heart. A pain so deep and all-encompassing it starts to grow its own special home inside of my heart, my lungs, my brain. It attaches, and festers, and boils my blood till not even my family can identify my body. Do you want to boil my blood?

It's almost sick the way I feel about it all. Like I want you to sting me. Like it's the only person I can be because it's the only role I know the lines for. I want you to sting me. I can picture it happening so clearly in a thousand different ways from every angle and every point of view. I start choking on my own spit. Silently, my body goes up in flames. Are you watching me burn?

I have to fix this. I'll securely smooth my muscles back into place despite their screaming protests. I'll unfurl myself from the ball I so badly want to curl further into because it's you. It's you and the sting is personal so at least that means you've chosen to sting me. Are you choosing me? I practice clenching my teeth and offering wet apologies in the same motion so you can see that it doesn't bother me. Really, I don't mind. I don't care. And I'm sorry. Do you want to sting me again?

#my wrtitng #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #poetry #writerscommunity #writing

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squelsh · 4 months

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good morning, 2424. welcome to the world

it's weird how i treat taking my medications. at night, i take the white capsule with a green stripe. the triangle white tablet with a cut in the center. the huge colorless tablet vitamin, "for my immune system" (who am i even trying to impress with it?), water, the little blue pill i keep under my tongue. that's enough for me to take care of what's wrong with me without me needing to keep what they are in my mind. they don't have names, they don't do anything. i just treat myself to look at and sort colors like a crow trained to put the right shape of blocks in the right shape of hole.

it's not ignored to me; if someone asks, i can list off what i'm taking and how much. it is true that i take w, x, y, and z medications every day. it is true that the schwarzschild radius is a gross oversimplification of black hole formation. it is true that the sky is blue. these are just facts of reality. what do they have to do with me? the medications i take, and why i take them, aren't a part of me. they're just a part of the reality around me, which is the same identical reality surrounding you. my meds don't matter to you. it's the same reality. why should i care either if nothing between us changed? i can ignore what's wrong with me so long as i know it's real.

it's 14 minutes left of christmas here. my present was painful burning in my throat, but also my first experience with chest tenderness. it was in the house without any knives. i spent the last three days surrounded by family. i didn't have a moment to myself even when i was asleep. i guess i am too weak, but i figured if there was something sharp nearby i could stab myself and go to the hospital. bad choice in the long run, but i'd be able to have some time to myself, at least. i looked around in all of the drawers, but the furniture had only just moved in, so of course any cutlery wasn't there either. i just slumped down on the wall and cried.

two days later i got a nice flannel jacket, a cookbook, and that feynman memoir. i cried then too. it felt weird over the last 40 days seeing the family attitude around me change. "it feels like your entire life you were staggering in place, and you're only now moving forward." he doesn't know about that fourth medication i take every night. would he still think i'm moving forward anymore? but it got me some security, oh well. the meds are stored in a false-labeled box behind a false back in my locked filing cabinet.

that filing cabinet, and what's inside of it, is the only thing i think i own. my dad said that after my oldest sister moves out, he's not moving anyone else ever again. he's getting old. i phrased it like a joke, to hide the actual concern i was testing: "oh, looks like i'd better move out soon before she does so i can get moving help while i can!"

"there wouldn't even be anything to move, i couldn't help you with anything in the first place"

the cat is so so large. she's not overweight, i've found; she really is just an impressively huge and thick cat. she loves me way too hard. i'm worried for when she moves out with my sister.

i'm eating a lot more. over winter, my parents stay home more often, so it's the only condition in which there's actually food around. i really want to gain weight, and i hope i keep whatever weight i gain this season. i've learned some good skills for food preservation and calorie maximization the past year as well. hopefully the next one should be easier thanks to that.

The model 2424 Analytical Nephelometer is a special adaptation of the Hach 2100A Laboratory Turbidmeter designed to minimize the effects of color interferences in turbidity measurement.

#more than a burning memory

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mayhemproduces · 11 months

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The Fallen are already down one member, but they could be down another tonight, as Riley Ishimori kneels before the Matriarch. Last week, Riley's hesitation cost her and Abigail the match, and granted VIOLET a huge opportunity at Vegas, and her mistake can't go unpunished. Not now. What happens if VIOLET does the unthinkable and wins in Vegas? Abigail's empire could come crashing down all because of a lapse in judgment - and Abigail wants to take care of the problem now, no matter what that means.

Abigail sits in an extravagant throne before Riley, with Syn, Malakai, Sardonyx, and Bray Wyatt next to her. Malakai Black will begin this trial, holding a microphone as he addresses the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are here today to decide the fate of the prodigal child. On behalf of Sister Abigail, I'd like to begin this proceedings with a personal statement. The heinous crime committed by you, Riley, is a death sentence. You have revealed yourself to be a Judas of this Church, and I would go as far as to say you've been in a conspiracy with Violet since day one. What other reason could you have for failing time, and time again? Failing in your duties, failing our Ruler - you've been waiting for the day you could overthrow Abigail. You've been waiting for when the stakes are highest to stab her in the back. We all see it. You're a narcissist, spoiled brat, and Abigail's love can't protect you anymore."

"But if you don't buy what I have to say, look at your history. You asked for a shot at your mentor, and you couldn't deliver. You were tasked with bringing Pandemonium into The Fallen, but you were too interested in your own selfish pursuits that not only did you not get the job done, the whole operation failed. That is on you, as is every single instance where one of these neanderthals put their hands on Abigail. You have run away, you have failed. After last week, this is an open-and-shut case. But your fate lies in the hands of the Matriarch - but I ask you, my Matron, to end this project and find this criminal guilty as charged.

"The prosecution rests its case."

Nerves are written all over Riley's face as Abigail stares her down, waiting for her to pick up her microphone. She still can't look Abigail in the eyes. She can barely look at the rest of The Fallen. Staring at Abigail's feet, she sadly picks up the microphone, "You said this hurt you to do, but I want you to know that this hurts me just as bad. You guys are my family. You are the single most important thing to me Abigail, and I would never conspire against you. I would never intentionally go against you. I can't defend myself for coming up short. There's no justifying my actions. I have failed. I've messed up a lot, and all I can do is ask for your forgiveness."

Something flashes over Abigail's face, conflicted as she stares down at Riley, someone she views as a daughter, someone she always envisioned to stand by her side as she burned the world down, but this…

"That's it? You have no defense?" Riley finally looks at Abigail and nods, quickly looking back down, "You've had all week to figure this out, and that's it? You have so much ego that you don't care? Is that it? Does this not mean anything to you? I have given you opportunity after opportunity after you walked away in Japan, but I still welcomed you back. This is how you repay me? This is how you repay me?" Abigail shakes her head, "You embarrass me. You misrepresent me, The Fallen, and our family. And you don't even have a reason why I should spare you?"

Abigail looks at Malakai, a pained look flashing over her face, before she raises the microphone one more time. With all the evidence presented against her, Malakai steps forward, ready, willing, and able to strike at Abigail's command.

But Sardonyx stops him.

"May I request an aside with the judge?" Abigail's eyes widen slightly, but she accepts the request, and Sardonyx leans towards Abigail, whispering something in her ear. It's a tense few moments before Sardonyx leans back. Abigail closes her eyes for a moment. Sardonyx starts to walk towards Riley. These two have a long history together, and maybe Sardonyx is the one who wanted to end Riley's tenure in The Fallen.

"Riley Ishimori, I find you…

Not guilty."

Not guilty?! Riley's head snaps up, looking at Abigail with wide, disbelieving eyes, bordering on tears. Whatever Sardonyx said just saved Riley from what would've been a grueling, personal beat down.

"For now," Abigail continues, "You still need to atone, but instead of casting you aside, you're going to make up for it by doing what you were created to do: destroy. You will atone by spilling the blood of our enemies until I say you're finished. Do you understand?" Riley nods frantically, her hands pressed together as she thanks Abigail for sparing her, and for Sardonyx saving her ass, just this one time.

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🗝 for Wheatley, Bill, and Miki

The mechanical orbs eyelids narrow, looking downwards in what's clearly discomfort. A fan could be heard kicking into gear as part of his processor tries to keep his voice silent, but it's clearly not working out very well given the fact he begins speaking anyways.

"... I still remember what it was like, seeing all the relaxation vaults slowly give out. They had this little room that kept track of how everyone was doing, and since I was left in charge of it, I knew how to get in - obviously. And, uh.. I think someone broke in one day, and.. everyone started dying and I didn't know how to fix. Not that that's a surprise, but."

A pause.

"I tried waking up a few other people, but it.. didn't really work out until the lady. I'd rather not think about how that turned out, so.. um.. yeah."

There's a long stir of his teacup, claws tightening a grip upon it. Only letting people see certain angles was essential to nearly every facet of his existence, so having to give something up.. it wasn't welcome in the slightest. There's venom in his tone as he replies, for quite a few reasons.

"Aren't you nosy? Well since you're just dying to know, here's your fun fact of the day; I can feel myself dying. Thanks to that stupid frilly know it all, I'm finite and I know it. Imagine feeling every vein pumping in your body at once, pushing blood through your sad, slowly decaying flesh. Now, I get to feel that until the day natural selection does me in, which is who knows when. So there."

A long sip of tea after that, although the withering scowl he’s been wearing doesn’t shift in the slightest.

Her lips form into a tight line; she already knows what incident to discuss. The mere thought of it brings pain to her heart, sharp and painful, as if being stabbed. She inhales, bracing herself before speaking.

“Sometimes, I think.. I feel like I should have followed Kei, when she left our room in the mall. I’m more then glad I’ve been able to meet Yuki and the rest of my club members, but.. maybe with two of us, we would have made it somehow. Since she made it back to the school, she.. couldn’t have gotten very far... maybe if I went with her.... maybe we would have ended up at the school either way. Together. Instead of just me.”

#we took each others hand [ miki ]#mr. blue sky [ wheatley ]#incoming transmissions [ asks ]#bypoisedapples #its gonna get weird [ bill ]

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