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mayloony · 10 months
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Like the dawn by the oh hellos
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lulublack90 · 10 days
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Prompt 17 - Hospital AU
@wolfstarmicrofic April 17, word count 995
CW- Cuts, Animal attack, Bite marks
Sirius stretched across the gurney, carefully holding his cup of coffee so he didn’t pour the scalding liquid down himself. 
“Hey, James. How long have we been on shift?” He asked his equally prostrate best friend. James groaned as he lifted his arm to check his watch. 
“8 hours.” He yawned. They were on the night shift, and the cases were either dull easy to diagnose stuff that could have waited for a GP in the morning or total calamities. 
He raised his head to take a sip of his drink when his pager went off. 
“Damn it,” He cursed as he dodged the liquid that came flying out of the cup. “That was close. I almost marred my beautiful face.” 
“Come on, urgent call to A&E,” James told him, grabbing him and jogging down the hall. 
The room was utter Bedlam. People were shouting at each other. A nurse was carrying a handful of bloody cloth to the hazardous waste bin. More nurses were fitting IVs and monitors to the patient lying still in the bed. Nurse Evans moved out of the way, and Sirius got his first glance at what they were working with. 
In the bed lay a twenty-something young man. Who could have been quite good-looking but now had long gashes across his face, one of which sliced his face in half from the corner of his eye, across his nose and finishing just above his lip. Sirius sucked in a breath as he took it in. 
“That’s not the worst of it.” Nurse Evans warned. Sirius glanced down as his eyes darted across the rest of his body. There were more slashing cuts, and the soft flesh of his waist and abdomen had huge puckered holes dotted about in stretched-out crescent arches. 
“Are those bite marks?!” James exclaimed, moving closer to the man. Nurse Evans nodded. 
“His back is all cut up, same as his front. Whatever attacked him got him good.” She sighed. “Poor man, he’s going to be in a lot of pain and shock when he wakes up.” She handed over his notes to James and busied herself cleaning the wounds. 
Sirius couldn’t take his eyes off the man.
“Do these look like dog bites?” He questioned as his fingers ghosted above the damaged skin.
“They look too big but definitely canine. Wolf, maybe?” James screwed up his face as he tried to figure it out. 
“There aren’t any wolves in Britain.” Sirius objected. “Where was he found?” 
“Er, notes say in the car park next to the—oh, for crying out loud. Next to the woodland park.” James scanned the text.
“Still no wild wolves in Britain,” Sirius muttered, only half paying attention to James. 
He grabbed some of the disinfection materials and helped Nurse Evans clean out the wounds. James began spouting off multiple tests he wanted to carry out and leaned over Sirius. Speaking quietly so only Sirius could hear him, he murmured.
“Be careful, yeah. I’ve seen that look before. Don’t get too invested.” Sirius shook his head. 
“I’m a doctor, James, I care. That’s all it is.” He lied. 
“Make sure it is,” James replied, knowing full well Sirius wasn’t telling the truth. 
Nurse Pettigrew appeared with his camera and began documenting the wounds in case it was a police matter. 
“Should I send these to a bite specialist?” He asked Sirius and James. James nodded. 
“Yes, that way, we will know what we’re dealing with. Send a couple of the slashes as well. I swear they look like claw marks.” Nurse Pettigrew disappeared as quickly as he’d appeared after taking countless photos and only disturbing the cleaning once to get shots of the man’s back. 
It took hours to get the man’s wounds cleaned and sutured. He’d had multiple scans, including a brain scan. To make sure he didn’t have a brain bleed. But he didn’t wake up. They weren’t worried yet. His body had sustained a lot of damage, and nothing in his scans showed any reason for him not to be conscious. 
Sirius’s shift had ended hours ago, but he stayed sitting at the man’s side. James had tried to convince him to leave. 
“Sirius, he’s a patient. You need to leave. Please don’t get overly attached to him. You don’t even know anything about him.”
“He’s all alone, James,” Sirius sighed. He already knew he was treading the line between a caring practitioner and becoming too personal with a patient. “No one has called looking for him. The police say no one matching his description has been reported missing. It’s been hours. How can no one be missing him?” James sighed at Sirius as he roughly ran his hand through his hair.
“I know, I know. Just be careful, Sirius.” He clapped his friend on the back and left him to it.
Sirius slept in the uncomfortable visitor’s chair. He kept waking up to check on his patient, but he was always asleep. Morning came, and one of the Nurses brought him breakfast and took the patient’s vitals. It wasn’t until the afternoon, a full 24 hours after he’d been brought in. The man’s eyelids fluttered. Sirius watched with bated breath as slowly, slowly, the man regained consciousness.
“It’s okay,” Sirius said in his most calming voice. “We think you’ve been attacked. You’ve got a lot of cuts, so I need you to keep still so you don’t rip any stitches. But you’re safe, and so far, no complications.” He realised he’d taken the man’s hand and promptly dropped it. “Sorry,” He mumbled under his breath. He watched the man wiggle his now free fingers. Sirius’s training finally kicked in. 
“I’m Doctor Black, Sirius. Do you know what your name is?” He asked as he pressed the call button. The man thought for a second. 
“Remus Lupin.” He said faintly. 
“Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Remus Lupin.” Sirius smiled at him as Nurse Evans wandered in.   
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tmnt-ashes · 1 year
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what would a leader be if not having to save your brother's ass from yet another fight
theres a speeddraw of this (somewhere) on my main ! (@nomagicartz)
been working on various projects including the next update so i havent been able to do many side pieces but !!! i cannot thank u guys enough for the support on ashes so far!!!!! im glad you guys are enjoying it and the characters so far!!!! Genuinely very happy i get to share my silly little story with you all !!!!
ill probably do a small dump of older ashes art and concepts over the next few weeks while working on the comic !
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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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seaofgoldensand · 10 days
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understand.
if you were to hold me gentle and caring in your loving arms and tell me everything's going to be ok i'll say that you're lying for gentle words aren't meant for dark minds or soft touches brushing along deep scars or a tender kiss that stings upon bloody cut lips i wouldn't understand any of this kindness loving someone who is damaged is hard to do insecurities bloom with thorns like on a rose ignited by fire that will surely get you burned my darling i'm sorry this path isn't meant for two
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housebuilder57 · 9 months
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KyleとEva......
I may love them I think :/
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Sorry these drawings have no substance they're all dialogue I know...
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Barcode issue (TW deep cuts)
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inky-evergreen · 5 months
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•Bad Dream• dftm comic
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Definitely different from his other dreams
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nyxanine · 9 months
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i will not apologize
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dead-dove-orchid · 7 months
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Day 11: Confront.
Alt under cut.
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ribz4livers · 2 years
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🟥 Ft. Madeline (OC) and Derek Goffard (TPOF)
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THIS IS A PREVIEW, if you want to view the full image then click the Keep Reading below. 🤍
CONTENT WARNING! ⚠️ the following image(s) contain depictions of the following:
Suggested abuse
Brusies/cuts
Sexual imagery
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Derek/TPOF belongs to @gatobob
Madeline (OC)/depicted art belongs to me (Ribz4livers)
He'll never give your name back because he doesn't know it. You never had one to take. Objects require none.
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I had done this for an art prompt. I am really happy with how it came out. I am trying to not stress out and keep it loose and have fun with it.
I have a head canon that Derek does not bother to learn his captive's name (at least not for awhile) even after the He took You Home ending. Madeline continues to lose her already very loose sense of self which makes her extremely complacent to Derek's treatment of her.
Maybe one day he'll ask for her name but by that point it probably won't even matter.
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lulublack90 · 3 months
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Prompt 8 - Headphones
@jegulus-microfic February 8 Word count 940
Previous part First part
CW- Blood, cuts, the aftermath of torture.
Time slowed as they descended the stairs. Each step took an age. By the time he reached the bottom and stood at the door to the cellar, he was certain that an hour had gone by. In reality, it had been less than a minute. 
Sirius reached around him and opened the door. 
“Come on, James. He needs us.” Sirius urged him, placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing. James nodded and walked through the door. 
He was immediately hit by a strong, metallic smell—Iron—Blood! It was too dark to see clearly, but he could make out a figure slouched on a chair in the middle of the room. 
Sirius muttered a charm. A floating orb appeared, illuminating the small room. 
James gasped at the sight before him. Regulus’s head was lolling back, his face swollen and bruised. His body was covered in thin slashes, slowly oozing blood. James looked down at the pool of red collecting on the floor around the chair and grimaced. 
This was his fault. Regulus suffered because of him. 
He rushed forward, determined to help him. He yanked at the ropes, binding Regulus to the chair. Regulus groaned weakly at the movement. 
“It’s alright, love. I’ve got you.” He murmured into Regulus’s ear. Sirius had pulled open the slim cupboard in the corner and started rummaging through the collection of glass vials. 
“What do we need?” He shot over his shoulder at James. 
James looked Regulus over again. 
“Blood replenisher, pain potion and dittany if they have it.” James heard the clatter of vials being moved aside, and then Sirius was beside him, ripping the stoppers out with his teeth. 
“Reg, sweetheart, I need you to open your mouth so we can give you the potions.” He carefully lifted Regulus’s head upright and tried to pry his jaws apart. But Regulus chomped down, refusing to cooperate. 
“Regulus you absolute prat. Open your damn mouth, and let us help you!” Sirius butted in, taking a different approach to James. 
James stared in wonder as the younger man shot daggers at his brother but opened his mouth just wide enough for the potions to be poured in. 
“That’s the blood replenisher. The next one’s a pain killer, okay, Reggie. You’ll start feeling better in a minute.” Sirius assured his brother as he tipped the second vial into his mouth. 
James started using the basic healing charms that he knew. At least nothing seemed to be broken. He could heal cuts and bruises alright, but bones were another matter. 
Soon, Regulus’s face looked almost back to normal. The bruises would fade completely in the next day or two.  
James decided it would be easier for Regulus and themselves if he laid down, so he transfigured the chair into a cot and helped Sirius to lie him down flat.  
Sirius pulled out his headphones and carefully placed them over his brother’s head. 
“What the fuck have you just put on me.” Regulus’s hoarse voice croaked. He seemed more alert, so the potions must be helping.  
“Headphones,” He said as he pressed play on his walkman. “Brand new muggle technology. Thought it might help you relax while we fix the rest of you.” James had already started healing the cuts along one of his arms. 
“Ugh, fine. Who’s singing?” Regulus didn’t have the energy to fight his brother, and the music blocked the sound of his healing skin. 
“Bowie,” Sirius answered simply. 
“Bowies shit,” Regulus complained through gritted teeth. 
“Only because you’re a heathen. Bowie is magical. Do not dis, Bowie!” It took James a few frustrated moments to realise that Sirius was deliberately bickering with Regulus to keep his mind off what they were doing to him. 
He healed the last cut on Regulus’s left arm. His fingers brushed against the ugly black brand on his forearm. How different their lives could have been if Regulus hadn’t joined Voldemort. He drew his eyes away from the mark and started healing the next section. 
They healed every cut, and Sirius had the bright idea to add the essence of dittany into his body cream to make it easier to get it on all of Regulus’s sore body. 
When they were finished, Regulus cracked open an eye. 
“Can I go to sleep now?” He asked quietly. James and Sirius looked at each other, knowing they needed to get something from him, or Moody would come straight back down here, and they wouldn’t be allowed back down again. 
Not yet, love. We need some information. Something important that we can give to Moody.” He stroked his cheek delicately with the backs of his fingers. 
“Was this the plan all along? Bad Auror Moody, and then you two come in all, ‘let us save you, Reggie.’” He looked hurt like they were playing with him. 
“What? No, of course not. We had to plead with Mad-Eye just to be allowed to come down here.—”
“We’re trying to help you, you git. Do you really think James would try and trick you like that?” Sirius butted in, trying his more direct tactic again. 
Regulus looked up at James sadly and nodded. 
“Okay. I’ve got something. But I get to keep these things.” He pointed at the headphones. Sirius looked outraged. 
“I’ve only just got them. Plus, you don’t even like Bowie.” Regulus gave him a small smirk. 
“He’s growing on me.” 
“Gah. Fine. Keep them. Now tell us the information you have.” Sirius gave in quickly. This was more important than a walkman. Regulus swallowed hard and stared into James’s eyes as he told them.  
“He’s going to attack the Ministry.”
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astralmight · 17 hours
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He's too hungover to deal with going into or returning from missions. He always makes that excuse though
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dazzlerdrawer · 3 months
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For my longest-time friend, wishing you the best
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silliest-dude · 1 month
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lyrics frum Murder Every1 U Know - Femtanyl
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torbli · 2 months
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NSFW (i hope i tagged this correctly) If you have any desire to act upon injuring yourself get help! it's worth it!!! remember 988 is the place to call.
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cyropop · 3 months
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saviour
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