#implied violence tw

[yellowlikelemons]

POV: we're on a date exploring the abandoned community centre in my tiny shitty rustbelt town you did not bring a knife maybe did you please do that mayb

#mine #butch sub #butch4butch #butch4femme #femme bait #butch bait #implied violence tw

[reploidbuddy]

Found this older thing I had made before I made this tumblr, thought I'd post it!

It’s a snippet of Silver’s backstory from that wip I’m hoping to post the first chapter soon-ish

I should make more Black and White bonus red (and one significant color in this case but it's an exception) I enjoy these

#He has trust issues now <3 #Silver the hedgehog #tw implied violence #implied violence tw #implied violence #eyestrain #ok i'm not sure if it really is but I’d rather not take my chances #rep draws #Where the Water Narrows #ask to tag if there’s anything I should have put #I’m kinda unsure when it’s implied stuff like this

[strawberry-barista]

⚅ — @rubiesintherough asked: — ⚅

⚅ — ❛ what are you going to do? he needs help. ❜ ( mahia ) — ⚅

Spirited Away Starters

— ★ ⚄ ★ —

"Yeah... He's gonna die."

Hanekoma stood over the body, watching the blood slowly drain onto the street. Scanning his thoughts, Hanekoma could tell that he'd probably benefit from a Game. He could use some growth, and his soul had potential as long as his will was strong enough. By all accounts, the best thing to do would be to stand by and let him die. If they worked fast they might be able to save him, but there really wasn't a reason to.

That being said, he doubted Mahia would approve of that. He must have truly looked like a monster then, standing over this man with a cold gaze and one hand in his pocket. Like he wasn't affected by the sight of death. Like he didn't care. He knew she likely couldn't understand his reasoning.

"I don't think I should save him," he said, turning his gaze back to her. "It's his time to die. However, I can... Doing something like this too much can be bad, but I know how you feel. I'll save him if you really want me to. Do you want me to, Sparrow?"

#busy dizzy and lazy ⤙ic⤚⚄ #you still lack in experience ⤙answer⤚⚄ #is this a place to shine? ⤙post neo⤚⚄ #rubiesintherough #gore tw #blood tw #implied violence tw #ask to tag

[falseapostle]

✥ @rubiesintherough asked: ✥

✥ “I’m here, whether you need hugs, or ice cream, or… anything.” ( page ) ✥

Comforting Starters

♝~✺~♝

Was he trembling? He felt like he was shaking. Why did she have to do that? Why did she go looking into things she didn't understand? Couldn't look upon without breaking ancient laws?

"I'm... Fine..." he muttered, though he was sure he could feel sweat beading on his temple. "Really. I told you to keep your distance, young lady. I imagine you're doing a lot worse than me right now... Sit down. Your soul is wrecked."

Or was that just her heart? At the moment, having had his entire history read like a book, he couldn't really tell if he was looking at her soul or scanning her mind. Whatever the case, this was too much for a realground citizen. To feel the weight of life and death and years and years of conditioning and reforming the soul, he was sure she was on the verge of collapse, somehow.

Was he shaking...? Was he shaking...?

#✥ take my advice . . . ✥ ➺ ic #✥ well if you want to know what i think . . . ✥ ➺ answer #✥ purebreds are the superior angels ✥ ➺ repentance verse #rubiesintherough #angst tw #implied violence tw #ask to tag

[thxgrxmrexpxr]

HUNK's scars for reference:

HUNK has had a series of different life threatening injuries that required surgical intervention. He's also had heart surgeries over his lifetime due to a congenital condition.

His various healed injuries are roughly reflected in the chart.

Using this template

#- - [ooc] #- - [hcs] #injury tw #medical tw #implied violence tw

[fatefought]

@perfectaches sent: [ 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 ] : receiver kisses sender who won't be back for a long time.

he went to the reaping in freshly pressed garments, like his parents always prompted him too. image was everything, even if they couldn't fathom why he molded himself into a second in command type rather than a leader. ezra klair knew his parents wanted nothing more than their son to be the designated volunteer, and at one point perhaps he did too. his name won't be broadcasted for all of panem to moon over. the male tribute is one who he grew up with, and there's worry there. however, he becomes a blot of the mind when a certain blonde is to be the second tribute.

we can run away, he tells thea ellis the day before. they walk home from the academy side by side, hand in hand. she all but scoffs. maybe she thinks it's just a silly thought. she'd been working all her life towards this, ezra knows. nobody is gonna keep her from her glory. she'll make sure of it.

thea looks like a starlet when she strides across that stage. no guest on caesar flickerman's has ever touch a candle to her, he swears. before a time of the hunger games, he doesn't know if anyone would have predicted she could be ruthless with or without weapon. her surname and district make it both known to all she will face. though it seems her first competition is those in this crowd. there's nothing serene in her eyes, instead they are like storms as she stares down at their peers. nobody objects ; nobody cares to.

the young man leads her on a detour. the heat of summer makes it less than favorable, but she isn't objecting. his father might become irritate as he returns home late ; that is a problem for later. somehow, he convinces her to stop by an old oak tree. actually, it's not surprising. he bet he could out climb her. and though ezra does, it's minimally. feet dangle as they remain many yards off the ground.

when both thea and their class peer are announced, the crowd is delighted. the atmosphere is electric. eyes remain hyper-focused on the pair ; ezra's only seek out her though. the hunger games show favor to the career districts. with the two on stage however ? it's district two's for the taking. the question is which will it be ? many scramble to meet with the tributes before their triumphant train ride to the capitol. ezra doesn't, not out of lack of desire to. he and thea said their goodbyes yesterday.

he doesn't realize how much time has past, nor does klair care at the moment. they remain next to each other. large, calloused hands seek out sculpted cheeks every so often. sometimes, they stroke lovingly at porcelain skin. others, ezra goes to cup her face and kiss her. it's second nature to have their lips against each other's. when they were younger, it felt so lighthearted. he always knew there would be more. butterflies in his stomach from his youth have been replaced with knots over the realization that this might be the last time he has with thea ellis.

i love you. she doesn't say it back ; she doesn't ever really. that's okay to him. i promise i'll be right there by the tracks when you get back from the capitol. he searches her features for an understanding that his words are sincere. there's no if in his words. no, they're just chosen carefully just like the softness in the final kiss he gives thea. he walks the rest of the way home with her before turning around to get back to his.

#eventidepast #perfectaches #let me know if you'd like me to change anything! #* answered / ezra . #implied violence tw

[ladyseidr]

@mute-call ( asked for a starter! )

SOMETIMES FEAR WAS THE ANSWER. The children trapped within the suit, truly more ghost than animatronic. They could only do so much; Cassidy could only do so much. A call to the others, the thud of metal as one of the animatronics left the stage. But the entity slumped in the corner of the office could only watch ( FOR NOW ). Fading into the sight of the night guard, hollow eyes w a t c h i n g .

ANOTHER, ANOTHER, ANOTHER. They kept sending them, leaving them to fend off the haunted machines until dawn, until one night they slip up, or they leave. "GIVE UP. YOU CANNOT S-ST-STOP THIS." How long until there was no one left willing, until one of THEM had to take on the job of night guard? How many had to run, or bleed, or die? "THEY'RE GOING TO GET YOU." Somewhere among the distortion, the shifting voice with no clear source, a child's. Almost joking, mocking.

Like it's a game.

"EVERY MOMENT YOU'RE WATCHING ME, THEY'RE CLOSING IN." Another off stage, shuffling down the halls. Pinpricks of light appeared in the cavernous head of the suit. Flickering in and out, studying him. Head twitched, snapped, and fell to the other shoulder. "YOU'RE GOING TO DIE HERE."

#☽—— ⸢ rp ⸥ #˖ ☼ 𝒸𝒽. » ( golden freddy ) #☆ —— verse ↳ g o l d e n o p p o r t u n i t y. #mute-call #f n a f / #death mention tw #implied violence tw #((lemme know if i should change anything!!!))

[mcrcki]

seeing allana, even for a moment had left leia's heart aching, staring at her granddaughter, knowing all of the pain that she had caused the girl, the one she had raised. the memories were coming back slowly, the ones from home, at least. but the moments where bastilla had gripped her consciousness, those were as bright as the afternoon sun, beating down on her as she stared at allana for far too long. she needed to say something, and yet, words continued to fail. apologies wouldn't be enough, she knew a simple 'i'm sorry' would mean nothing. maker, falling to her knees wouldn't even begin to cut it for the pain she caused her granddaughter. "allana.." she started, words failing leia for the first time in years. "please, just-- hear me out, i only want to apologize."

@tragcdysewn for allana solo

#tragcdysewn #l. interactions #leia || allana solo #implied violence tw

[deacomposer]

cute sunglasses, haz.

#✫ ▬▬ »» . ooc. ▌￤ my art. #blood tw #implied violence tw

[ttaswell]

[...quite the divine retribution]

feat. dykeza’s mimic!wilbur once more

#dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #wilbur soot #dreamwastaken #digital art #arttag #blood tw #body horror tw #implied violence tw #ask to tag #if you saw this before......no you didnt :heart: #came up w/ a....semi-proper caption. this time #(n i forgor proper credit to achilles which was. my bad)

[yellowlikelemons]

Ok but are you going to show me the spot you'll bury me and then fuck me atop it or

#in like a cute way #like you can act like it's cute but i can be increasingly horrified #but like i also kind of think it's cute #like i'll think it's cute if you tell me it's cute #sorry this is getting 5 billion tws #death tw #violence tw #implied violence tw #implied death tw #dubcon tw #threat tw #threats tw #fuck or die #i mean it's not really 'fuck or die' but simlar vibes #horrordynamic #i'm sorry my desires are getting increasingly dark and unhinged #hard k1nk #t4t nsft #fear play

[rpghorrorfan]

#war #tw war #war tw #war mention tw #tw war mention #war mention #implied violence #tw implied violence #implied violence tw #implied death tw #tw implied death #implied death #family death tw #tw family death #family death #child abuse tw #tw child abuse #child abuse #tw child abuse mention #child abuse mention #child abuse mention tw #death #tw death #death tw #parental death #tw parental death #parental death tw

[strawberry-barista]

⚅ — Continued from here. — ⚅ ⚅ — @bittcnneck — ⚅

— ★ ⚄ ★ —

Was she really so familiar with this...? Hanekoma had caught the eyes and the way the shadow of a figure was creeping ever behind her, and he knew he had to help. She didn't seem at all surprised, how her eyes laid wary over him, shrinking even as she accepted his aid. She had no friends here, no allies. If she was so familiar with this kind of event, it made sense that she couldn't trust him, either. He could wear his heart on his sleeve, but that didn't make him any less a deceiver.

"I guess this place isn't too friendly for ya, huh?" he said casually, tucking his hands into his pockets rather than hovering around her like he wanted to. "You probably don't want me to know where ya live, so how about a nice, busy cafe instead? Lotta eyes would make ya safer."

#busy dizzy and lazy ⤙ic⤚⚄ #go over it or game over now? ⤙reply⤚⚄ #is this a place to shine? ⤙post neo⤚⚄ #bittcnneck #implied violence tw #ask to tag #//lol it does not help that hanekoma #//just looks like a suspicious dude

[falseapostle]

✥ @x-whiskeylullaby-x asked: ✥ ✥ [shower] – sender takes one look at a bruised and bloody receiver, and goes to run them a shower. hot showers fix everything.

(Reverse Gabriel x Haruto) ✥

Bruises Prompts

♝~✺~♝

"Dammit, Gabriel. I thought I told you not to let this happen again..."

Hands worked quickly on the bath, and soon hot water began to run over the aged skin and into the tub. The free hand adjusted while the other continued to test the temperature, paying little heed to the water that splashed over the cuff of his sleeves. Next would come the shower, but he wanted to have the tub filling first.

Gabriel had come in with bruises... Again. And the muscles were swelling. He was in or would be soon in a lot of pain, so Haruto was already working on doing what he could to tend to the wounds. He wondered what kept happening to him out there... He hadn't intended on intruding, really, but since Gabriel refused to talk about it he really saw no choice.

"Get undressed," he said as he finally stood away from the tub. "And come here so I can wash your back. Let's... Get the grime off first, and then you can soak for a while, alright? I'm getting Epsom salts."

#✥ take my advice . . . ✥ ➺ ic #✥ i'll get back to you ✥ ➺ reply #✥ i cannot continue to hurt him. . . ✥ ➺ post incident verse #x whiskeylullaby x #implied violence tw

[silveredcircuitry]

Artfight attack on ~ClownPeach!

[If you wanna attack me...]

#artfight #artfight 2022 #gore #gore tw #death #death tw #blood #blood tw #eye injury tw #implied violence tw #Look I'm just covering all my bases here #If there are some tags I missed please tell me and I'll add them #Krita puts the time I spent on this at 6 hours 12 minutes and as I have said before it's usually lower than reality. #This kind of took a while is my point

[fatefought]

nobody's daughter

here is a shortened collection of annie clara cresta's journal entries. though there are many, these are just snipbits pertaining to the relationships she shares with her birth parents, among other topics. there is an emphasis on her mother: sable. though many of cresta's entries tend to be hopeful and happy, these lot are not.

anxiety, faked pregnancy, child abandonment, ptsd, implied violence, pregnancy, gaslighting tw! if i am missing any, please let me know.

06/07/58

deer diary,

i met mama to day. she said to call her sabel sable. i don't know why. i tried to give her a hug. she did not like that. gran says i met her before. i do not remembur. why can i not? i think i look like her. i do not look like dad. i see dad a lot more. he comes by sumtimes. he looks like pops. i do not look like pops. i love pops AND gran. they love me to. i love dad and sybell sable. i hop they love me to.

- annie clara

08/15/61

dear diary,

sable came by today. it's been a while since she last has. grandma didn't tell me that she would be visiting, for some reason. it's unfair of her to do that. they looked at me like i was some ghost, even though aggie got pale like one. she shushed me and sent me to my room. what use was that? i put my ear to my door. neither of them were happy. no, they were yelling. all i hear about anymore is the academy, and it was no different now.

i was starting to believe that sable just doesn't care about or for me. and yet, she seemed torn apart over the fact that i wasn't signed up for the academy. no, i don't want to take part in it. caspian joined last fall, and he's gotten so rough. he's not the boy i once knew. still, it's nice to know that sable does care.

she doesn't care about my dad though. or at least, i would never speak of those i have a fondness for the way she speaks of him. she called him pathetic, and worries that i'll be cursed like him. i feel so conflicted about it all. but hey, my mom cares right?

sincerely,

annie clara

08/03/62

dear diary,

four is ablaze as of late. the latest victor of the games is from our shores. he's young, too young to have endured what he has. he's all beaming smiles though as far as i've seen. everyone is as of late. cas is so wide eyed at the thought of becoming finnick odair one day. it turns out that a winner brings prosperity to all the district. the market is alive more than ever. but in the busle of it all, i find a peaceful quiet amongst maintaining the corners of pops, may he rest in peace, and grandma's place.

i don't think grandma is gonna let me back there for a while though. sable swung by. she filled her basket aplenty. i had assumed her keep had been vaster this season. aggie has a phrase she uses about assumptions. i've told you it before, no use repeating it now. sable told me how rough it had been lately for her. she's pregnant apparently. her and mazin are excited, she told me. sable couldn't afford what she carried. pops, may he rest in peace, would turn a blind eye for most when something like this happened. hell, grandma does it too. why was she mad at the thought of me helping out a family? my own brother or sister?

regardless, i guess my nose will be in you more than ever since i've been banished. grandma's words, not mine. that and the paperbacks i find around the house.

sincerely,

annie clara

08/04/62

dear diary,

the sun hasn't risen over the horizon yet. and yet, the tears that peck away at my eyes do not make them heavy. why did sable not want me, but looked so happy now? is it hard to love me - impossible even? i see so many with parents who love them unconditionally. divina, cade, caspian - the list can go on and on.

what is it about me?

sincerely,

annie clara

01/30/66

dear diary,

fletcher is beginning to feel like a brother, but a very distant one. i'm not sure what makes a father, but i'm tired trying to find one out of him. i would like to spend time with him though. he comes in flurries, the ones sailors say they see this time of year when they trek through chilly lochs towards district seven. grandma is kinder to him than sable, but she doesn't seem to have the ability to feign warmth. pops, may he rest in peace, was the one who could. i'd hear people say: where you stand with marcin, you could never be sure; aggie either wanted you around or made it known otherwise.

i wonder if fletcher resents me. my birth effectively stole his life. i live a good life; i'm warm, fed - happy. would he have a life with sable if it hadn't been for me? sometimes he speaks of her and their long, lost friend. the games took him. a man from twelve more specifically, apparently.

his eyes get misty whenever his friend gets brought up. it's like watching pops, may he rest in peace, cry with how much they resemble each other. i hate the sight, it rips my beating heart. so i avoid that talk. i think grandma would have preferred that topic over sable. silence flooded the room when i asked about her child. there was never one. not any of the times when i allowed for goods to be snuck out of the market for them.

at least, she looked well. at least, she looked happy. makes sense, life must be a blessed one without me.

sincerely,

annie

09/27/70

dear diary,

hello dear friend. you've been hearing from me non-stop. apologies for the erraticism; it's hard to make sense of it all anymore. if everything isn't blaring, then it is layed in a haze that exists around me. but as terrifying as the latter is, at least there's some peace around me. not in my head nor thoughts, but i'm afraid the devastation of the arena will eat away at that forever.

i think i'm doing a terrible job when i attempt to hide the reality. my return to home brought fanfare like finnick odair's, but there's something else. i'm not deaf to the whispers or the judgements. sometimes, i yearn for that though. people question my sanity. they're not alone. i do too.

divina has made their way to my new home many times over. i appreciate the company. my blood house and the nearby shorelines are peaceful - at least compared to all else. i can tell they're trying to comfort me; my neighbors have done similarly, as has grandma. still, sometimes divina's soft-spoken, well intended words throw me.

sable lives locally, unlike fletcher. why did div feel the need to recount what they've overheard from my mother? i'm an embarrassment. my performance left something to be desired, it seems. we don't share a name, not first nor last. perhaps far fewer would even know the bloodline we share, if only we wouldn't see the other staring back when we looked in the mirror. her worry was founded, i'm afraid. i'm pathetic - like fletcher.

i hope i don't demand too much from you as of late, friend. until the arena, i had never bothered reading you back. now it feels like i'm desperate to find the girl i once was within your very pages. i fear that she's gone, and the mess that remains is a burden.

i miss caspian, like many others, i'm sure.

sincerely,

annie

02/01/71

dear diary,

the moon takes residence amongst the stars at the moment. i'm not sure whether the breeze is predominantly salty or brisk. either way, i do not mind. both awaken my senses; both make me know that i am here. i have given you a break, one that you very much deserved. nowadays i cannot make sense of what goes on in my mind, let alone put them to paper anymore. i used to write about happiness often, i'm sorry it has changed as of late. it's terribly ungrateful to be this way, when i still get to see my breath in the february air.

is all i do anymore is complain? that's what i will continue to do here. i saw sable as i closed the market this evening. grandma is not in favor of me returning so soon. it's not often that i assert myself when it comes to her. and with good reason, i trust grandma. nevertheless, i can get lost in the repetition in restocking, similarly as i can get consumed in trying to count every cloud when i melt away at the beach.

few things are crystal anymore. but my mother knows how to stop my chest from falling or rising, like she controls my lungs herself. i used to think about this moment, stomach the courage to ask about the lies. but those inquiries were wiped from forefront as she starts talking about what she's entitled to. she brought me into the world; my athleticism comes from her. my blubbering questions her reputation to those who know we're linked. the damned fool i am, i don't even realize it's about the blood money. fletcher already asked in the fall. i feed into both. i have more than i need nowadays anyways.

i am unsure whether i will tell grandma about this exchange. and with how things have gone recently, who even knows if i will even remember it in a week's - month's - year's time?

sincerely,

annie

(edit: 06/10/75)

sable comes by a couple times a year now. the end goal is always the same. the conversation is shorter. the price is always the same: a small sum and a chipped part of my soul. why am i like this?

05/18/74

dear diary,

the spring has been beautiful, like the man who lays beside me basking in the sun. water cascades and gently flows outside the boat, as we slowly coast away from shore. finn's hands, ones who i've grown so familiar with, remain steady on growing bump. not a day goes by where i'm not blown away at the situation and how we've come here. there's no one i would rather start a family with. he'll be the most incredible father to our baby. i know this from the very core of my being.

i love our little guppy more and more everyday. as terrifying as our world remains and the circumstances that might very well happen, my love for them is something that i am certain of. but yet, i worry. neither sable or fletcher raised me, but what if i'm no better than them. what if it's as simple as nature? what if they felt the way i do now, and none of that mattered? i want more than anything to be better, but what if i am fundamentally incapable of doing so?

i never want my child to feel the way i did. and in regards to their daddy, i know finn will never make our son or daughter feel that way. with all that i can muster, i pray that i never do as well.

sincerely,

annie

07/04/74

dear diary,

caspian is just a few weeks old, and snow has ripped his father away. i'm not sure which is more heartbreaking: the way finn could not hide his despair at leaving our family or the way i see my sweet son's eyes trying to see where his daddy is? they match finn's. i believe that it's a first testament showing that he'll continue to inherent the best parts of his daddy. though in truth, there's no part of finnick that i do not adore. i just hope cas gets more of him than that of me.

but my time and care is something that i can give heaps of to my little man. i refuse to take it for granted. not when my world shifted the first time i held him; not when finnick, who would want nothing more, is carted away from heaven to a deep, foreign layer of hell. i will tell him all about caspian's day tonight when he gets into the city. i wish my memory was photographic as to not spare a single detail. i wish i could paint it into finn's mind, like he was able to see it himself. right now, our son is resting peacefully, taking one of many naps. i hope his existence remains as serene as it is during his earliest days. one can dream, no?

i once worried that i would become like sable and fletcher. that's no longer a concern. and in moments like this, sometimes i wonder if maybe the situation wasn't my fault though the sentiment is always short-lived.

sincerely,

annie

03/14/75

dear diary,

i hadn't intended on introducing fletcher - nor sable - to cas. in fact, the thought of them rejecting him pains me much more than their lack of acknowledgement of me ever could. though fletcher did as he does best, which was come around unexpectedly. agatha attempted to dismiss him and send him away, but the damage was done. and while my darling, sweet boy was oblivious and cheerily smiling, his mother felt her heart lodged deep within her throat.

finn isn't thrilled either, and i don't blame him for that. my difficulty when it comes to setting boundaries isn't on him. i wish i could just utilize the advice him or agatha have given me over the years. the thought of saying no to him - and sable too - brings me back to when i was just a few years older than caspian. young annie clara's want for her parents' love felt like a need. one that would never be met.

finn wants me to talk to fletcher, and express inflexible measures. i'm nervous. but at the same, maybe it'll be easier than others. other times were just me. this impacts my family - the most important man and boy in my life. doing right by them for them feels incredibly less daunting. wish me luck, old friend.

sincerely,

annie

(edit: 03/16/75)

fletcher agreed. he expressed regrets and a want to mend things. time will tell. i have to keep telling myself that, or the unrealistic expectation will be like a blade slicing through scar tissue in my back. like it always does; like it always has. the only relief comes from the fact that sable lives unaware. i cannot be sure that she wouldn't hold my son's life against me, and put someone truly innocent in merciless path of harm's way.

09/75

we start anew, old friend. with how violence and new normals surround panem, i would not be surprised if you are nothing but charred remains in four once i return home. and for that, i won't shed tears. there's so much more at stake after all. the war is far from over.

materials are scarse so words must be too. finn and cas: they're alive. we're together once more, and hopefully to remain until i hold no air in my lungs. agatha, mags, nat, cadie, katniss, sterling, jo, beetee - even more are safe within thirteen. thea, cece, peeta, enobaria, & amara survived the cells. fletcher made it out apparently, as i've been told. i hope mr. leatworth and sable are safe within four, and many others too.

i'm not sure who to trust in all of this anymore, but the man i love and my darling son are here. and regardless of how things may turn out, at least my little family will be together throughout.

- a.c.c.

#rip annie cresta #you would have loved the original works section of ao3 and therapy #eventidepast #* drabble / annie . #anxiety tw #pregnancy tw #gaslighting tw #faked pregnancy tw #ptsd tw #child abandonment tw #implied violence tw