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daniiimelody · 22 days
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bellamyblake · 10 months
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Headcanon for Bellamy being taken care of after he got hurt in 3x02
After Monty helps him turn around and start walking, he makes it barely half the way to the open field before he passes out.
Kane loses his mind when he sees him fall and quickly wraps him in his arms, shouting orders at Pike and the others to help him wrap something around the wound and try to stop the bleeding;
He’s out of it entirely, that is until they finally make it to the rover and put him on the ground; Kane is still shouting, losing his mind about it as much as he’s trying to keep it cool, Monty’s driving, Pike is pressing on the wound and Hannah is passing on fresh bandages made out of whatever clotht hey can find and try to tear apart;
Kane curses when the bleeding won’t stop and makes a haphazard tourniquiet by using his belt; 
that in turn makes his pain worse and he wakes up shouting; only when he realizes that, does he force himself to bite his lip down and swallow it, ashamed that he ever let it show;
They’re too far from camp, going all the way up to not just sector 7 but the Azgeda border put them way out of their typical route and Kane kept yelling at Monty to just drive faster even when he knew he shouldn’t do that; the terrain was bumpy and Monty was smart trying to slow down here and there so he wouldn’t cause his friend more pain;
Halfway home, Bellamy passes out again, his blood is soaking the rover floor and when Kane touches his forehead, he finds it burning;
“We need to get to that camp now or he’s a goner.” Pike comments and Kane gets angry just when he hears the words; 
“He’s not dying.” he barks back determined and pats Bellamy’s face hard, forcing him to stay awake even when he was delusional;
Monty radios home when they approach their camp, saying they got a man down and would need Abby to wait for them by the gates; He hates that it’s Raven who picks up on the signal and asks worriedly “Who is it?”
“Bellamy.” Monty says out of breath and there’s a pause in which Raven says nothing, realizing the intensity of the situation before she clicks back in “We’ll be ready for you.”
And they are. Abby and Jackson are waiting with a stretcher when they make it back safely inside. Kane doesn’t even have the time to open the rover doors before Octavia does so herself, panic that he rarely sees on her face, consuming her whole posture;
“Bellamy!” she calls out as she helps them move him to the stretcher and Abby lifts the cloth up to examine the wound; Kane hates that she tenses and furrows her eyebrows, she only did that when things were serious; “What the hell happened, Kane?”
“Azgeda. He was trying to save Clarke but got stabbed instead. We were too far out, he lost a lot of blood.” Kane explained.
“Where were you?” Octavia asks angrily and Kane loses ground under his feet for a moment;
“He slipped away when we weren’t watching.” Octavia huffs and Abby tells them there’s no time for that, urging them to help get him inside; 
Kane wants to get in and so does Octavia but Abby tells them to stop being so stupid and closes the door under their noses; The last they saw of Bellamy was his barely opened eyes and the paleness of his skin; He had trouble breathing and suddenly looked so small;
Abby has to force her hands not to shake when she cuts through his grounder clothes and reveals the wound; It’s deeper than it looked like originally but from what she could tell, it thankfully hadn’t nicked the artery; It was close enough though, which is why he was losing so much blood and whoever stabbed him also twisted the knife, knowing that’s how they’d do enough damage to his muscles so he wouldn’t be able to follow them;
the fact that this happened because Bellamy was trying to save Clarke is what guides her mind back to focusing on the task at hand; This boy may not be aware of his feelings for her daughter but she wasn’t going to let him die; if he did, Clarke would not forgive her that;
She shouts at Jackson to get her blood bags, antiseptic and as many bandages as he can find; While the doctor’s rushing around bringing her the things she needs, Abby cleans the inside of Bellamy’s arm and inserts a sedative; 
Right before she does, his eyes snap open and he looks at her with recognition she didn’t expect. “Doctor Griffin...”
“Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe now, I’ll take care of you.”
“I almost got her.” he whispered back ignoring her words “I’m sorry that I ...failed...again.”
“You didn’t.”
“I’ll go look for her tomorrow....”
“You won’t be leaving this bed in a while. Your injury is serious, the wound is deep and you lost a lot of blood.” he groaned and tried to wave his hand but only got it up halfways;
“I’m...fine.” Abby rolled her eyes. She could only imaigne how many times Clarke has heard that before. “Clarke’s...she-”
“Shh, quiet. Stop fighting me.” Abby scolded him when he kept trying to push himself up on the bed but fell on the pillow instead. He didn’t seem to want to listen to her, though, so she picked up the oxygen mask and pushed it over his face as a way to stop his stubborn streak. He huffed but was too weak and the drug was taking over, so he calmed down and finally passed out;
working on his leg took longer than she expected. She only realized it’s been over three hours when she was done stitching him up; the torn up muscle tissue proved to be a challenge and he just wouldn’t stop bleeding, so she quickly went through two bags of blood before she was done; 
once she was done, she and Jackson took off the rest of the grounder clothes and cleaned up his face and chest, making sure he’d feel comfortable enough when he woke up; 
when she made it back out, she found not just Kane and Octavia waiting in the hallway but Raven, Monty, Miller,  Monroe, Haprer, Jasper and most of the delinquents filling in the small space which made her smile a little; 
he was loved more than he probably believed; 
“What happened? How is he?” Octavia asked;
“You took too long, Abby.” Kane said not as an acussation but rather with worry “Is he okay?” the rest of the delinquents chimed in;
“Can we see him?”
“Do you need us to donate blood?” Miller asked wincing a little as he did, probably remembering the mountain.
“I can bring more bandages. Monroe and I cut up some new ones today.” Harper offered and Abby had to raise her hands to stop them from pilling more questions her way;
“Give me a moment to explain, please.” she begged them and they all collectively went quiet “He’s okay...at least for now. I took so long because there was some muscle damage to be fixed and he wouldn’t stop bleeding.” Octavia opened her mouth again but Abby was faster “I’ve done my best and closed the wound. Now the only thing that could cause worry is infection which is why I’ll need someone to get me more of that seaweed.”
“I’m on it!” Monty promised.
“I’ll come with you to the river.” Monroe chimed in too.
“Easy! I want one of the guards with you. It’s too dangerous out there now.” Kane warned before they could leave and Abby smiled again. He knew Bellamy wouldn’t let them out of his sight if it was up to him. He hasn’t done it in three months. He is the reason they were all safe and mostly recovered from the mountain right now. David Miller agreed to go with them and they left before anyone could stop them.
“I could use more bandages, Harper, thank you.” Abby told gently “I’d like to make him eat something too, so maybe you can get me some soup from the mess hall too.” the kids all separate the tasks between them and disperce, leaving only Kane and Octavia still standing before her.
“I want to see him.” she insists.
“And you can but I need you to both behave, be careful and quiet, alright? He needs rest.” they both bow their heads and follow her inside where she points at the sink in the corner and asks them to wash their hands first;
after that they both sit on each side while Abby cleans her stuff away and goes to check on her other patients;
“You don’t have to be here, you know. I’ll stay.” Octavia says “He’s my brother.”
“I want to.” Kane insists.”I got him out there after all.” at that Octaiva huffs annoyed.
“You two are more alike than you think.” she comments and Kane raises an eyebrow in confusion “He’d blame himself if it was you lying here too. It’s all he ever does-taking it on his shoulders for someone else.” Kane agrees with a nod but reaches to cover his hand.
“He’s been through a lot.” he comments.
“All because of Clarke.” Octavia says angrily and Kane’s head snaps in her direction. 
“This isn’t her fault. It just happened.”
“It happened because he loves her even if he can’t admit it to her or himself.” Octavia stated as if it was a fact that everyone should know and accept and Kane realizes in that moment that she’s right-it’s exactly like that and the desperation with which Bellamy has tried to fight ot get back to Clarke despite bleeding all over in the middle of the forest, should’ve been a statement loud enough for him to hear. 
He doesn’t say anything else because he doesn’t want to fight with Octavia anymore but a few hours later when Bellamy’s tossing his head left and right and Kane jumps from his seat and leans over while Octavia’s calling for Abby’s help, he hears the words that escape his lips even through the mask.
“Clarke...Clarke...I’m here...I’ll get you out.” and his heart sinks because the one person he needed the most, wasn’t here right now; 
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redsimmer-blog · 2 years
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well..... it’s definitely a mesh
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bazkrekkers · 1 year
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I was bored so I edited the wesper still
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koluniie · 2 years
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i finally made a persona but i might change and add a few things cause im indecisive
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solanaceaeartium · 2 years
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https://www.instagram.com/solanum_arts
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brawnie · 13 days
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*grabbing mlm shippers by the shoulders* guys nobody needs to be the twink. nobody needs to be the sub. nobody needs to be the femboy. they can both be big fat hairy men who bask in each others masculinity or they can both be unspeakable monstrous creatures with inhuman genitalia it’s okay I’m holding your hand. Let me show you the way
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kithj · 6 months
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games (mostly text-based) about houses and places-- exploring them, haunting them, feeding them:
childhood homes (and why we hate them) - after a decade, you return home.
return - a text-based horror game about coming home.
singing from the far side of the hill - about a trans woman, homeless after a bad breakup, who rents a stranger's spare room. it's a decision she comes to regret.
anatomy - Explore a suburban house, collect cassette tapes, study the physiology of domestic architecture.
leave house - leave house
the open house - We at Northtree Real Estate (in partnership with Optix Dynamix Labs) are proud to present our new, state-of-the-art, open house simulator!  Come and take a quick tour of 15615 Hollow Oak Lane, a familiar and comfortable showcase home in one of our premier developments!
what girls do in the dark - This little game is based off one of the greatest fears they had as a teenage girl: showing up late to a stranger's slumber party.
unbecoming - a sonically-textured interactive horror fiction exploring cycles of trauma and unspeakable forces of nature in a mythic rural American landscape.
13 laurel road - an interactive fiction game about the relationships we have with places and reconciling with trauma. You play as a young man named Noah who has been tasked with picking up some things from his cousin’s old house.
domvs - a gothic mystery game in which you rely on your environment to uncover the truth.
flesh, blood, & concrete - you find yourself in a vast, empty apartment complex.
i am still here - a short, unconventional ghost story and vignette reflecting on the end of a long lockdown.
vacant - Film a ghost-hunting show.
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wickcipher · 8 months
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Sometimes I think... they're all just speaking tongues...
A little animation for Cass Apocalyptic Series by @somerandomdudelmao! Thank you for creating such a wonderful story that brings the fandom together!!
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lilowoof · 2 years
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 5 months
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The indescribable tension between an overworked and underpaid smut writer, and his biggest fan hater.
(for @frummpets)
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will41n · 1 month
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mumbo of the jumbo variety
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sp0o0kylights · 4 months
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Steve Harrington was wearing a Hellfire t-shirt.
It was far too tight on him, the name of the club stretched wide over his chest. The sleeves dug into his biceps, making them pop even more than they usually did, and that was before he crossed his arms. 
Worse?
It was short.
Which meant the damn shirt was constantly riding up to give everyone a nice show of the smattering of hair that trailed down past the band of Harrington's jeans. 
The same hair that Eddie was determinedly not looking at. 
“Henderson, a moment?” He crooked a finger, a smile on his face that was more feral than welcoming. 
Rather than cower or even acknowledge that Eddie was two seconds away from murder, Dustin just gave him a gummy grin, all too pleased with himself and his scheme. 
“Sure Eddie. Steve, don't just stand there, go help set the booth up!” Dustin gestured to Hellfire’s sad little table, crammed all the way in the back of the gym. 
Jeff and Gareth both reacted to the suggestion like a rabid squirrel had been set upon them, nervously inching towards the other side of the booth as Harrington sighed and--shockingly--did as he was told.
‘What,’ Eddie thought angrily, ‘in the everloving fuck.’
“Do you guys mind if I set this down on the table?” Eddie heard Harrington ask as he stormed away, Dustin on his heel. 
They wandered just around the corner, out of sight and hopefully, out of the fallen king’s hearing range.
Eddie wasn't sure if Harrington would try and white knight the very much deserved dressing down he was about to give. 
Didn’t want to chance it, considering the downright weird relationship he had with Hellfire's freshmen.
(While he’d heard many a tale at his table regarding King Steve since the newest recruits had joined Hellfire, most of them dissolved into arguments without ever really going anywhere.
 Best anyone could figure out was that Dustin and Lucas had a bad case of hero worship, while Mike owned a begrudging amount of respect that hailed from a series of misadventures. 
The very same misadventures that, despite all protests to the contrary, was clearly some sort of babysitting gig for Harrington.) 
Either way, plenty of the King’s court would have loved to take this opportunity to fuck with Hellfire.
Given that Henderson was absolutely too old to require a babysitter at fourteen, Eddie would bet his lunch money that was what Steve was here to do.
Something the club couldn’t afford since they were forever and always two seconds away from being stripped of club status and banned from school grounds. 
“I would love to know what went through that all A’s brain of yours when I said,” Eddie whirled on Dustin when they were firmly in the clear, voice low and furious.  “no Henderson, do not invite King Steve to help, he is an invading force and would ruin our peaceful kingdom!?”
He clasped his hands behind his back before leaning into Dustin’s face. “Because clearly whatever you heard wasn’t that.” 
To Eddie’s continued frustration and confusion, Dustin did not treat this like the threat it was. 
None of the freshmen had ever truly treated Eddie like a threat--had somehow skipped that part of the usual onboarding ritual entirely.
Eddie, town freak and drug dealer, who had cultivated his looks and craziness to such a degree that most everyone steered clear, wasn’t used to it. 
Everyone had been afraid of him at some point in this shitty school. Jeff, Gareth, hell even half the staff--and that the dorky trio of fourteen year old's clearly thought this all was play-acting made his eye twitch.
Even if it was--maybe, sometimes--welcome. 
“I know what you said, but I’m telling you I’m right.” Dustin argued immediately, and oh God, he was using that tone again. 
A hand went up into the space between them and Eddie groaned aloud, knowing what was coming.
“First,” Dustin ticked a finger up, “Hellfire really needs the money. Even thirty dollars would get us new figures, but more than that, if we don’t fundraise, we can’t go to Gen Con!” 
Dustin's eyes bored into Eddie’s, full of fire and conviction
“Yes,” Eddie said through gritted teeth, “but--”
“Second!” Dustin cut him off, and God the little shit even threw him a look while he did it, like Eddie was the one being ridiculous here!
“We had to fight just to get our table! Principal Higgins was in algebra today practically begging the mathletes to show up, but then tried to tell us we couldn't be here? That’s messed up!” 
As if denying them a spot to fundraise was the worst thing that asshole had ever done.
Eddie sighed, breath blasting out of his mouth like a dragon’s. 
“Because people think we’re freaks and satanists, Henderson. You don’t typically invite freaks and satanists to the school’s annual Holiday Bazaar. Especially not when all the local moms are paying to hawk their bullshit crafts and tupperware!” 
It was more than that of course. The Hawkins High Holiday Bazaar was a tradition spanning several years now. Starting in the gym and spilling clear into the parking lot, everyone from local artists to even some local shops came to host a small table for the day, thus growing the event from a small school fundraiser to a Hawkins' “must-do.” 
Half the fucking town was here to sell, and the other half was here to shop, which meant Principle Higgins had wanted Hellfire banned from the fucking premise. 
Eddie had been forced to pull out one of his trump cards he’d been saving--blackmail on Higgins that related to the man’s not--so--legal addiction to Percocet that he relied on Reefer Rick for. 
(And bless Rick, that hadn’t been the only tidbit he’d shared with Eddie about Higgins. That information, however, Eddie needed just so the asshat wouldn’t give him the boot from school entirely.) 
The only reason Eddie had pulled it out to secure their rightful spot, was because of Gen Con. 
It was Hellfire's White Whale, their grand adventure, and this was going to be his year to take his friends on one last epic quest to make memories of a lifetime surrounded by people who understood them.
Come hell or high water, Eddie was going to Gen Con--but being able to fundraise by selling wares and baked goods at the stupid Holiday Bazaar would go a long way to help.
Even if he had to listen to the band repeatedly play ear-bleeding renditions of Christmas songs.
“All the clubs get to have a table, and we’re a club!” Dustin continued, like it was that simple. “But you know, I get it. We look scary.” 
He gestured down to his own Hellfire shirt, before gesturing towards Eddie’s entire outfit.
Like Eddie didn't know what he looked like, let alone that he'd made this outfit specifically to scare people away from him.
(And maybe add some rockstar flair to this dinky little hick town.)
“You know who doesn’t look scary?”
Dustin held out his hands and swiveled his body like he was presenting a prize instead of gesturing in the vague direction of; 
“Steve!”
Eddie’s left eye twitched.
‘You can't kill him, you need his character for the campaign.’ He told himself firmly, even if he envisioned strangling Dustin like a chicken.
Cartoon squawking and all. 
“The King isn’t going to help us fundraise, Dustin.” Eddie said, in an effort to break down why Harrington couldn't be here. “He's just going to cause us problems that we can’t afford to have.” 
So many problems, half of which Eddie couldn't think of because if he did, he'd start spiraling.
“Really? Because as you keep saying, Steve used to be the King. People love him, Eddie! Mom’s love him.”
Eddie had pulled himself black up to his proper height a while ago, and now rocked back on his heels while he ran a hand down his face.
There was no getting through to Henderson when he was like this. 
Not unless Eddie really lost it, and it was practically club lore that he only lost it when someone missed an important game. 
One cannot keep a herd of sheep if their flock is terrified of them, after all. 
(“Perhaps you’re just a giant fucking softie.” Tiff, one of Hellfire’s graduating members, told him once. “Honestly dude, I bet you throw up stuffing.”
“Shut up Tiffany, your choker is on backwards again.” He'd spat back, completely offended and not at all trying to distract from how true that was.) 
“We can’t be satanic if Steve’s the one selling cookies!” Dustin finished doggedly. 
“We’re not even selling cookies--that’s not the point!”” Eddie shook his head, hair flying. He was not going to be sidetracked, he wasn’t!
 “Harrington is going to end up siding with all the moms about how we’re all wasting time with D&D, if he even spends the whole time at the table. Is that what you want?” 
He stuck out a ringed finger, poking at Dustin’s chest.
“Every single person who comes by our table has to be convinced D&D is a writing and math based game. Good for the mind and souls of growing, impressionable children. A game that got a bad rep because of  a few silly images.” 
A pitch he and Tiff had come up with during the third or fourth time they had to convince an adult that no, just because their shirts had a dragon on it, didn’t mean they were summoning demons in the drama room. 
“Harrington can’t do that because Harrington doesn’t even know how to play!” 
This Eddie punctuated by throwing his hands in the air. 
Given the startled look of the mother-daughter duo passing him by, clearly was louder than he’d intended--but screw it!
He was right!
Hellfire was in a precarious position to both fundraise and do a little damage control among the slightly smarter members of this shithole small town, and Harrington rolling his eyes and gossiping about how stupid it was would hinder that.
“Okay, first of all, Steve’s played D&D with me and he didn’t even kill his character.” Dustin said it like he was unveiling a smoking gun and not lying through his ass--which Eddie would absolutely be calling him on the second he was done talking. 
Because King Steve? Play D&D?
'Ha!'
“And he’s not gonna say shit because we--me, and Lucas and even Mike!--asked him to help, and he helps when its serious. I know you have some weird grudge with him, but I’m telling you Eddie he’s our golden ticket to Gen Con!” 
“You’re killing me. You are standing here, acting as a friend, when you are bringing a-- a dark force into the midst our of mission--” Eddie hissed, because he was losing the fucking fight and he knew it.
Dustin Henderson was not a man easily swayed. 
Had never been, even when the odds were stacked against him (and Grant and Gareth were howling in his ear.) 
The set of his shoulders and the glint of the little shithead’s eye meant Eddie wouldn’t be able to use him to oust Harrington--if he even could get him out without the dick causing a massive scene anyway. 
As always when outgunned, Eddie flipped to dramatics.
“Betrayed! By my own chosen heir no less!” He moaned, pressing the back of his hand over his eyes as Dustin scoffed.
"Don’t be so dramatic! Steve will help, I promise! Just don’t be a dick to him.” 
 Conversation apparently over, Dustin turned around to head back to the table
Snidely, he added over his shoulder: “Plus we’ve all caught on to the heir thing Eddie. You tell everyone that so they do what you want.” 
The dick.
“You’re too fucking smart for your own good. I’m gonna start feeding you paint chips to bring that IQ down.” Eddie muttered angrily as Dustin went back to their little table.
He gave himself a moment to get his shit together and stomp a foot like a child when Dustin was around the corner and thus couldn’t witness it, before following his wayward sheep back.
Could only pray to any deity listening that Henderson’s meddling didn’t blow up in Hellfire’s face.
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puppyeared · 8 months
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Wyrm on a string
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mearchy · 19 days
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The best fics are the ones that recognize that although Luke Skywalker may APPEAR on the outside to be a normal friendly twink who happens to have cool powers, especially when contrasted with such ship partners as Boba or Din or even Han, he is arguably the scariest person alive in the galaxy around the prequel era. AND, crucially, he is also a fundamentally weird guy. This man was homeschooled on a rural farm his entire life and then apprenticed to a swamp gremlin who showed him how to tap into the cosmic power of the universe. He blew up the death star age 19, killing approx 2 million-ish Imperials. He is a vortex of Force power that can communicate with the ghosts of dead Jedi. He’s staring into the distance and mumbling to himself and doing Yoda aphorisms and casually pulling out the “yeah I could crush that guy into a paste with my mind (:” and nobody around him knows what to do with that. I think he is a character who has very little frame of reference for how a Jedi or a person in general is supposed to act and there is some thing about him that is by necessity really fucking weird and a little scary but he’s so nice that it can throw you off the scent a little bit. Thanks for coming to my TED talk
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bastardlybonkers · 1 month
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