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daemones-angeli · 2 days
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Feeling dead inside... hahahaaa ha
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phoebepheebsphibs · 2 months
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do you have a water buffalo
Everybody’s got a water buffalo
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epiclamer · 1 year
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hey, could you do a hero caretaker x villain whumpee where the villain comes to the hero and needs help. So the hero helps them through the usual whumpee trauma reovery steps, sorry if this is confusing, I haven't done many requests before. Thank you in advance, I love your works so much, you are so talented and cretive.
Eyyyy thanks for the compliment and request! You did great!! (With help from my pretty princess @save-the-villainous-cat )
cw: trauma (could be interpreted as mental, physical or sexual violence just be careful!)
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Both their hands were up in surrender. “D-Don’t shoot.”
Hero didn’t laugh. They were too busy trying to wrap their head around how the villain had managed to make it to their front steps in their condition.
It looked bad. Really bad.
Physically and mentally, Villain was a wreck. Hero hadn’t wasted anymore time in letting them in, guiding them to the couch and turning on the stove.
On the sofa, Villain worked their own wounds, cleaning and bandaging while Hero worked in the kitchen, cooking with the few ingredients in their cupboards. They didn’t prompt the criminal and they definitely didn’t touch them, the last thing they wanted to betray was the villain’s touch now.
Idly, Hero stirred a pot of pasta as it boiled. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Villain was close enough to hear—their flinch proved that—but they kept up their healing, otherwise unbothered by the hero’s last request. If they weren’t ready, Hero wouldn’t press them, but they had a terrible itch in their brain that pestered them about their lack of knowledge.
They didn’t ask again, not until the pasta reached a perfect cook, then sauce and cheese melted together to create a perfect balance and it was all stirred equally and dished into two separate bowls. Hero walked it over to the couch, placing both bowls down as they silently reexamined the villain’s work on their wounds. Trying their best not to judge the sloppy stitches and loose gauze pads.
“Mind if I?”
Villain nodded, trading out their medical supplies for a steamy bowl of noodles that smelled heavenly. With so little on hand, Hero sure knew how to cook a meal.
As gently as possible, the crime-stopper began to tidy the prior work. Their perfectionism kicking in as they righted every bandaid and flushed out every scrape. It was unnecessary and hard work, but it took their mind off the millions of questions tumbling around in their head.
The villain’s bowl was polished clean after only a few minutes. They gobbled down every last bit like they hadn’t eaten in weeks—which was probable since they looked thinner than ever before, in the most unhealthy way possible. Every time the hero glanced at them, they slowed down, pretending like they had more self control than they presented.
It wasn’t believable, but it gave them a false sense of control, which must’ve been consoling in the moment.
“I let my guard down once.” Villain chuckled, tears glazing their eyes as they stared off into space. “And they use me.” They shook their head, feeling the tears fall freely down their cheeks. “Like I’m a fucking animal.”
Hero let them talk, burying things was only going to harm them more. If they needed an outlet, Hero would always be available.
“I thought it was only going to be a few hours, Hero, I thought they were going to leave.” Villain leaned back against the sofa arm, throwing their head back as they laughed even harder, slipping into their horrible memories. “They. Never. Fucking. Did.”
The hero checked a particularly lazy stitch that would reopen soon. It was heartbreaking to hear the villain’s story and see the actual results of their mistreatment.
With the uttermost care they could come up with, the took the medical supplies and gently cut the strings and restitched the whole thing. The villain didn’t seem to mind.
“People say pain makes you stronger,” the villain said. “But it doesn’t. It makes you feel miserable. Being used like that…”
Hero tried to sympathize, they really did, but they had no concept of what the villain had gone through. Sure, they had had their fair share of gruelling interrogations and knifepoint fights, but nothing like this. Not anything like this.
“I understand.” They didn’t, and the villain knew that. But it felt wrong to say nothing in the silence that hung thick in the air.
Villain didn’t answer, eyes clouded as they relived the past, suffering from merely their mind now, but that was the hardest to escape.
“You’re going to be okay.” Hero squeezed their arm gently, egging their attention to return to the present. It worked, a little, and Villain glanced at them with sunken eyes. Through the exhaustion Hero could’ve sworn they had seen a flash of hope if only for a second.
“Thank you.”
Both of them slept in the hero’s bed that night, apart but still together, a feeling they had both missed dearly.
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fangswbenefits · 9 months
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Miguel + after care
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ablogtocheck · 8 months
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jupitercl0uds · 9 months
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the entire time ive been going 'NOOOOOOO MY TABLET STOPPED WORKING BEFORE CHAOS SONIC CAME OUUUUT!!!!' but i just remembered i have inkscape so take a poster of my favourite sellout
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using 2 joints for the fingers instead of 3 for once because omg the hands were so tedious
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Lower One's Eyes by nuyuri feat. flower
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nattaphum · 2 years
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totaltrauma · 1 year
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Total Trauma #115, "Epilogue III" is now available to read on Patreon!
It'll hit tumblr in a couple of days.
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sadsoftserve · 4 months
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I have to go back to school today 😡😡😔
Take this bit of fanfic I worked on a bit
The night sped by, and soon enough Sabrina was in bed, alone. Only her thoughts entertain her. She got to thinking. “Okay. I know it's not Parker, she's straight. Bonnie's aroace. Aiko… no, she's not… that's mean. Uh, Definitely not Lorelai or Destiny. Micah? No, he's into parker. That only leaves…” She sat up instantly. Was she…?
“It's Fucking Dalia.” She said to herself as she blinked and sighed. “Oh my God… I'm an idiot.” Sabrina was silently bearating herself. Sabrina has a crush on her of all people, sure she looked nice, and smelt like lavender… her hair… was pretty, Sabrina liked the purple. Sabrina plopped back on the bed, completely helpless, and confused. Was she allowed to feel like this? Towards a girl? Hell she didn't know… it felt like some sort of identity crisis.
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odegurl · 1 year
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sadbeautifulttragic · 11 months
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TIME turns flames to embers YOU'LL have new septembers EVERY ONE of us has messed up too
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daisyishedwig · 6 months
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Chapter 18! We are almost to the finish line!
A Place to Call Home (63466 words) by Daisyishedwig Chapters: 18/20 Fandom: Glee Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe, Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel/Sebastian Smythe, Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson & Sam Evans, Jeff/Nick the Warbler (Glee), Unique Adams/Trent (Warbler) Characters: Blaine Anderson, Sebastian Smythe, Kurt Hummel, Sam Evans (Glee), Nick the Warbler (Glee), Jeff (Glee), Trent (Glee), Tina Cohen-Chang, Marley Rose, Unique Adams, Sebastian Smythe's Parents, Burt Hummel, Carole Hudson-Hummel, Eli.C (Glee) Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Angst, Depression, Panic Attacks, Dubious Consent, Statutory Rape, Lack of Communication, Homelessness, Seblaine Roommates, Fix-It of Sorts, Polyamory, Blaine is kicked out, Hurt/Comfort, Blaine Anderson-centric, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Blaine transfer to Dalton, Friends to Lovers, disowned Blaine Anderson, trigger warnings listed in the notes on specific chapters as well Series: Part 1 of A Place to Call Home Summary: In a matter of days Blaine's whole world falls apart and everything he does to try and stay afloat only seems to make matters worse. A call to Sebastian Smythe is his last resort, and maybe the one that actually starts to make things better.
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The minutes bled together, neither one interested in separating. Sebastian could feel his body responding to the weight of Kurt on his lap and the way his fingertips dug into his back. His mind had gone pleasantly blank, nothing existed in the world except for this room and the boy on top of him. 
The pounding on the door ripped them apart, both of them panting as Kurt scrambled off of Sebastian and across the room, a hand pressed to his chest to still his rapidly beating heart. 
Sebastian quickly wiped his arm across his mouth and checked his hair in the mirror before looking through the peephole. He thunked his forehead against the door with a soft groan before opening it. 
“Took you long enough, you never sleep that he–” Jeff’s sentence cut off when he saw Kurt standing in the corner, arms wrapped around himself. His gaze flicked up and down Kurt’s disheveled appearance and guilty face before he looked back to Sebastian and his kiss-bitten lips.
“Don’t,” Sebastian said when Jeff opened his mouth. “Just don’t.”
Jeff’s eyes darted back and forth between them, his gaze steely. “Blaine needs his laptop,” he finally said. 
Sebastian nodded and stepped back to let Jeff in. Kurt hastily collected the laptop and cord and brought it over to him.
Sebastian took the laptop before Jeff could grab it. “Don’t tell Blaine,” he said. 
Kurt’s head snapped to him. “Sebastian…”
“We’ve been drinking. Emotions are high. It didn’t mean anything.” He was staring at Jeff as he said this so he didn’t have to look at Kurt as his head ducked in shame. 
Jeff looked between them, but he nodded slowly. “I won’t,” he said but there was a clear edge of “but you better tell him.” Sebastian ignored it and handed the laptop over to him. 
Sebastian leaned heavily against the door after Jeff left. His mind was racing, all the thoughts he should have had during the kiss flooding his mind.
Kurt touched his shoulder gently but Sebastian jerked away. “Don’t, Kurt,” he hissed, grabbing the bottle of whiskey to try and rinse the taste of Kurt, of shame, out of his mouth. 
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demonscantgothere · 1 year
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Sauron retaliated by attacking Eregion, laying waste to the realm. Celebrimbor was captured in the chaos and was forced, under torture, to disclose the locations of the lesser rings, but he would not reveal the whereabouts of the three greatest of them that he had sent away for safekeeping. Celebrimbor died from his torment; his body, shot with arrows, was then hung upon a pole, and used by Sauron's forces like a banner on the battlefield when Sauron attacked the Grey Havens.
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I NEED THE SHOW TO DO THIS STAT. IF Y'ALL SEE THIS, YOU BETTER PUT THIS DAMN SCENE IN THE DAMN SHOW. I MIGHT JUST HYPERVENTILATE, and then Sauron's hotness level might also increase to 1000+ I DIDn'T SAY THAT. THIS IS SOME VLAD DRACULA SHIT.
TYRANTS 'R' US.
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0wllight · 2 months
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sova
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take a nice good look at this guy for me ok? ok. ^_^
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Monochrome Reversi by Xitoo feat. Hatsune Miku and flower
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