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luckyyluka · 5 months

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Darling

joshua bassett x gn!reader

Summary: reader is at their limit, but joshua knows them too well, and he wont let them drown. (hurt/comfort fic)

Notes: no use of pronouns, no use of y/n, no description of reader

Credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

Trigger Warnings: no specific mental illness is mentioned but in a general sense, SEVERE depression is heavily implied. Detailed depictions of depression, self harm, suicidal thoughts, almost attempted suicide using pills (all from reader).

This fic has a fairly detailed moment where reader is cutting themselves. I wrote this originally only for myself as a form of comfort. Please THINK before you decide to read this. The most important thing here is for you to stay safe. The sole purpose of me posting this fic is for readers who are similar to myself that might find comfort in this, but not everybody will get the same thing out of this fic, so please please please do NOT read if this will trigger you in any way. be safe, lovelies.

i wanna get lovesick, i wanna get lovesick with you

the sickly-sweet song sliced through the deafening quiet, nothing else but your small sobs and sniffles.

that was your phone, your ringtone set as lovesick by peace. you looked down at the screen, barely making out the contact name through your tear-filled eyes. joshua.

the song was starting to get annoying, considering this was the fifth call in the past three minutes. you rejected the call once again before turning your phone off completely.

now that you could focus, you looked down on the ground in front of you where you sat criss-cross. you were home alone, and after a week of agonizing pain, your depression made you feel as if you were drowning and you couldn't breathe.

you couldn't take it anymore. every moment that passed by poured more salt into the wounds of the past, and sometimes, it even created new ones, fresh wounds.

the blood trickled down your skin as you decided to make some new wounds. battle scars, as some might say. only this time, this wasn't a battle you planned on winning.

when crimson had gently stained your arm just enough to satisfy you, your shaking hands set down the blade as you finally let out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding in.

your eyes were sure to be a bit red and puffy as you had already been crying in your bed. you wanted to write a note beforehand but you barely even found the energy to end up on the bathroom floor you sat on.

as tears fell down your cheeks, sobs threatening to escape your trembling lips, you grabbed the bottle of prescription pills next to you.

before you could think to proceed with whatever you had planned, there was a quiet knock at the bathroom door. nobody was meant to be home. joshua must have come home early.

you were home alone, still living with your parents who were currently out of state. joshua took a trip to stay with you for a few days, being your best friend and all, but he was out to run errands. keyword: was.

"hey, it's joshua," his voice was small, gentle. it shouldn't have brought you much peace, you knew he'd do everything he could to stop you, and probably even get angry with you. after all, you did worry him. who wouldn't be mad at you for that? "please let me in..." but nevertheless, that small voice made you choke out sobs even harder than before.

barely audible, you tried to speak, "go away..."

in hindsight, that may have been dumb. what was he gonna do? actually go away?

"please let me in, okay? that's all i ask." his quiet pleas from the other side of the door drew your hand up to the handle, slowly and shakily turning it to open the door.

he looked at you for a moment. your hair was a mess, you had bags under your eyes, you haven't changed in days, you hadn't showed in weeks, and you were sure that it was probably time for a tooth brush. you felt disgusting. you were disgusting. it didn't take a genius to know he was probably judging you. who wouldn't?

"oh, honey," he knelt down next to you as your sobs got harder and you stared at him through tear-stained, lidded eyes.

immediately, he pulled you into a hug as you cried, face buried in his chest. "i'm sorry," you kept repeating over and over. his hands ran through your hair as he shushed you, reassuring you and trying to help you calm down just enough for him to give you a bit of first aid.

after a few moments of his tight embrace, you finally settled down enough to breathe. he took the bottle of pills that had toppled to the floor amidst the commotion. "did you take anything?" he questioned quietly.

you shook your head no.

"promise me?"

you nodded.

he looked at you with gentle eyes and an empathetic smile. tears welling up with both worry, but also relief that you were still alive.

he took your hand, guiding you as he stood up and helped you stand as well. he rummaged around the drawers in the bathroom until he finally found the gauze and a cotton pad to cover your wounds.

he smiled at you comfortingly as his tears threatened to fall. he guided your arm underneath the faucet as he turned on a cool stream of water. he grabbed a wash cloth, slowly and carefully cleaning your wounds and blood-stained skin.

once you were all cleaned up, he dried your arm off as gently as possible, taking great care to not hurt you as he patched you up.

he got some anti-biotic ointment, gently massaging it over your cuts before placing the little cotton pad over them.

now that your wounds were safe, he grabbed the roll of gauze and wrapped your wrist up tightly, but not too tight. it was just tight enough. you were all patched up.

"now," his voice was soft, "lets get you a shower, can you do that for me? i'll help you wash your hair."

he helped you down off the counter. you stood close to him, head held down as you almost cowered. but you nodded, nevertheless.

joshua turned around to give you some amount of privacy while you got undressed. he used that time to turn on the shower, making sure the water was just the right temperature for you. he took some saran wrap to protect your wrapped up arm, covering it lightly as the water heated up. he then took off his clothes, and helped you step into the shower as he followed.

it was intimate, being so exposed with him, but it wasn't anywhere near sexual. not for him, not for you. it was innocent, pure, tender.

joshua wrapped his arms around your waist from behind as you stood directly underneath the water. he peppered light kisses along your shoulder to prove to you that he was there. you closed your eyes, feeling every drop of water cover your skin.

joshua took the detachable shower head and ran it over your hair, soaking it. he took some of your shampoo and began to massage it into your hair gently. his fingertips worked to help soothe you.

finally, he rinsed the shampoo and repeated the steps for your conditioner. your hair was clean, thanks to joshua.

"there you go. i'm really proud of you for letting me help you," he said genuinely. this made you feel a little safer. you did it! you accomplished something, even though it may have seemed like such a small task. it wasn't small to you, but you did it. and joshua was proud of you.

he made sure that you knew you were safe, that he knew you were safe before he stepped out to let you wash your body. you even used soap! still, the little tasks were tough, but again, you did it.

your stomach jumped thinking that maybe joshua would be proud of you for this, too. you let yourself think more. your mind wandered to dark things, the sad parts of your brain, but you somehow you still managed to think about joshua. your best friend, your literal life saver. you realized there wasn't a single other person you'd rather be with you right now.

as you finally finished up your shower, you felt a little better. feeling less icky helped ease some of your insecurities at the moment. you stepped out, and joshua greeted you with a warm towel. he wrapped it around you and held you for a moment, despite the fact that it dampened his own shirt a little bit.

you pulled on an old t-shirt that joshua had given you. he said he wanted it to feel like a forever hug from him once it was time for him to go back home. you weren't really supposed to wear it yet, but he gave the gift to you early so maybe you'd feel a bit safer with it on.

you threw on some boxer shorts and some fuzzy socks before letting joshua fix your toothbrush. as you brushed your teeth, he encouraged you, comforted you as he ran his hand over your back and stayed only inches away from you.

finally leaving the bathroom with joshua, you headed over to the couch in your living room. he watched as you sat down and he smiled wide at you.

"what?" you asked him as he stared at you.

"i'm just so proud of you," he hopped over the couch to meet you, pulling you into a tight hug. he gave you a quick kiss on your cheek before he pulled away.

you giggled quietly. it wasn't much but it was something. the most hint of your sunshine that he'd seen in days. and it made his heart flutter with joy.

"wait, i need to throw some dirty clothes into the bin," you said as quickly as you remembered.

he followed you to your room so you could throw some old clothes into the dirty-clothes bin, but you were met with a fully cleaned room.

you thought back, knowing the last time you left your room just this morning, it was filthy. the floor was covered with dirty clothes, water bottles scattered around the room and trash from the few snacks that you could tolerate eating over the past few days.

joshua had cleaned your room while you were bathing.

"joshua, you didn't have to do that," your face blushed with embarrassment, and maybe you were a little flustered, too. after all, you had someone in your life who loved and cared about you so much that they'd clean your room for you after helping wash your hair. he tended to your wounds, and leant you his old t-shirt to help you feel safer. he dropped everything he was doing just to drive home and check on you. why? all because you sent a mildly cryptic, "i love you" text and missed a few calls.

he loved you.

like really loved you.

so he pulled you into another hug, resting his head on your shoulder as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. he held you tight, so tight you thought he'd never be able to pry himself off of you, even if he tried.

when he finally broke away, he gently grabbed your hand and guided you to your bed. "let's get some rest, it's kind of late," he suggested.

you nodded. "mmkay," you obliged without hesitation. you admit, you were a little sleepy.

you climbed into bed and got comfy under the covers.

joshua didn't join you.

he studied you, your damp hair crowding around your face, wearing his shirt, yawning and snuggling into the pillows.

you were beautiful. to him, nothing could change that. not even when you go too long without showering or brushing your teeth. not even when your room gets a little too messy. not even if you tried to get him to change his mind. you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

"have you eaten today?" he finally spoke up.

you hesitated to answer.

"be honest," he pleaded.

you shook your head, finally admitting that you hadn't eaten anything.

"stay here, i'm going to go get you a snack," he smiled, leaving the bedroom door open so you could still hear him. you'd never feel alone with him near.

he walked through your door again, bringing a small bowl of grapes and other various fruits along with a glass of water.

"can you try and eat some of this for me? and drink some water?" he asked you softly.

you hesitated, but nodded finally. you sat up in the bed, taking the bowl. you waited to begin eating as joshua climbed into the bed next to you.

he turned on the tv, playing your favorite show for you to watch while you ate.

"i'm proud of you," joshua said for the third time tonight. it made your heart beat a little louder.

"thank you," you finally responded.

it was silent for a moment as he sat next to you, his hand resting on your thigh as you watched the tv and ate the fruit from the bowl. his thumb calmly stroked where his hand rested.

you finished eating, surprising even yourself as you cleared out the whole bowl.

he took the bowl from you, leaving a kiss on your cheek as he put the bowl down on the side table next to your bed.

"i love you," you blurted out without thinking.

you hadn't said the l word yet. neither of you. this was new territory, and looking back, maybe not a great time to confess such a thing.

but instead of giving any sort of cryptic response, any hesitation, any indication that he might not feel the same way...

he responded immediately.

he gave you a kiss, his lips meeting yours only for a moment before he pulled away and looked you in the eyes with the most golden retriever-esque smile on his face. he pulled you closer, into a cuddle.

and he finally spoke up.

"i love you with all my heart. goodnight, my darling."

#TRIGGER WARNINGS:#TW: self harm #TW: suicide #joshua bassett #joshua bassett x reader #joshua bassett x gn!reader #gn!reader #hurt/comfort #joshua bassett hurt/comfort

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bi-the-wei · 10 months

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So here's part 1 and part 2 of my linework.

Despite having been drawing for more than half my life I actually know nothing about anatomy because I did everything wrong and should be burned at the stake yadda yadda

So this is very... uh... I took liberties with skeletal structuring. BUT

This here ya go.

It's a bit macabre so I'm gonna try to tag accordingly but pls let me know if there's something you think I should add. I don't think it's TOO bad but just in case. =w= (I so rarely have anything that warrants tagging that I may be doing this.... wrong? So let me know that too)

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #art with effort #Trigger Warnings:#Rotting #decay #death #macabre #bones #skeleton

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mintacle · 2 years

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Jason Todd; beaten, brutalized, murdered, slaughtered

#jason todd #red hood #dc #death in the family #the joker #web weave #web weaving #trigger warnings:#blood #gore #violence #murder #assault #please let me know if I missed something

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tokiko220 · 9 months

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Scene from a vampire hunter story snippet I wrote

#work #digital art #fake anime screenshot #fake anime #anime #anime art #anime man #vampire hunter #anime illustration #trigger warnings:#blood #dead child #(but it's anime)

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bearhats · 2 months

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hey ur [thing] has depression

#myart #neet beast #furry #trigger warnings:#self harm #suicidal ideation #sipping some whales

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chipped-chimera · 2 months

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Thought I'd do a little bit of a personal update! I'm doing the reorganising thing which is still slow but really motivating - enough that I'm having good energy days where I'm getting more done! I should be able to start work on the new fish tank soon!

More commentary/thoughts/where I'm going creatively below the cut. (It might be a bit heavy, you've been warned - check tags for more info)

EDIT: Fixed Tumblr borking this, now looks like how this WAS SUPPOSED TO oof

So I'm in the process of redoing my entire office just to fit this fish thank (which has now been leak tested so we're good to go), as well as reorganising based on tips I picked up from this book for people with ADHD that I've found massively helpful. Honestly it's been great for helping me just THROW SHIT OUT because while I can have my moments of ruthless detachment and clear inventory my family is very much a 'use/reuse/reappropriate' kind of deal, which while great often gives me hesitation throwing stuff out primarily because of that pressure - especially when I'm stuck living with them. Now I know it's necessary to get everything to a state where it will STAY organised.

It's also let me take inventory of the stupid amount of traditional media art supplies which have been sitting there since high school in near pristine unused condition (we are talking a LOT of very useable acrylic paints here) and get them all organised. After chatting with my psychologist yesterday I've bought more/replacements for things I had to throw out (literally dry as a bone markers) as she literally said she 'very much encouraged' my idea of starting a visual art diary to help process emotions and stuff.

I know over the years my inspiration to do stuff has withered, usually because it's been hammered by bad moods (caused primarily by external forces I could not control on top of my already battered neurology). I know now because of shit in my past that has been largely unresolved, art has never been an outlet for emotions for me because I'm so afraid of taking up space. Despite emotions being a powerful source for art, I rarely draw on them both because I have spent so much time trying not to feel them or hiding them because unfortunately my history is one of a lot of rejection, right down to a very young age where my caregivers should have been way more on the ball. It's helped me acknowledge my way of expressing love and affection is kind of fucked - when I feel close to someone or like them a lot it has the opposite effect where I instinctively want to pull away from them because I'm scared I'm going to 'ruin it', like my life is tainted and by associating with them I'll drag them down somehow. I know it's silly but it's very hard to get past because it's automatic - that was the only way I was guarenteed to get affection, if I was the most borin, biddable, palatable child in existence who caused no problems, even if it meant enduring physical and emotional pain alone. I inherently find it hard to trust people being genuine about liking me as a person because I'm just waiting for the shoe to drop when they realise I'm too much hassle - which unfortunately was the circumstance my relationship ended around so yeah, that did not fucking help. Basically I go from being really comfortable around someone to masking intensely and yeah that is NOT GOOD. I also legit feel the reason I have alexytheimia is because I had to develop a buffer so early in my life just to survive as far as I have.

I'm hoping art journalling will help me process some of those thoughts and feelings and I still want to try and show them, just to show myself they DO have value, they are a valid part of the human experience and they should be allowed to take up space - I do not need to hide them away or cut pieces of myself out to become more 'palateable' to people. So yeah um, I guess there will be some vent art, I don't know if I'll post only to my art blog or here because it's more sketchy shit and I reserve the art blog for finished pieces now ... either way knowing me it's going to be highly metaphorical and symbolic so I don't know how 'triggering' it could be but either way I'll probably tag the absolute shit out of it just to make sure I don't adversely effect someone (yes I am aware of the irony in me saying that as it's basically me trying to 'not ruin' things again but even putting it out there at all is a big enough step - also tags are just basic decency).

So uh ... That's what I've been up to? Also why I've been kind of shit about WIP Wednesday tagging and responding to other tag games (which I am now once again remembering a bunch of that I STILL have sitting in my motifs cause I still wanna do them ; m ;) I think I tend to get something like reverse SAD this time of year, arguably for the same reasons SAD develops - it gets so damn hot that I have the curtains closed in my office (which has the biggest window in the house) all day to keep the heat out. So arguably I have just made 'tiny dark winter' for about two months because I ain't going outside when it's over 30C (aka the temp tomorrow. And the day after THAT. Fuck I hate summer). Just instead of dark and cold it's dark and sweaty - feeling clammy also being a sensory problem for me so all around BAD TIME until the season changes :/

Outside of all that I'm speculating writing a wlw romance in a western setting because I have had on off cowboy rot since forever and I should probably do something with that already. Currently speculative Native American love interest/secondary protagonist with a background that probably touches on maybe the boarding schools and then reconnection with culture. We've had similar stories with our indigenous population in Australia unfortunately (colonialism is a plague) so I can sort of have some understanding but I probably need to hit the books on that one. For any Americans/Canadians reading this if you know some good books, PLEASE send me your references, I really want to make sure I do this right. I reblogged a post a few days ago about how Native Americans are often dehumanised in westerns and they just become part of the landscape, and I really want to push against that. Also do some contrasting against how oppressive western colonial era culture was by comparison to native culture honestly because I feel that would be a really interesting dynamic. Idk when/if stuff with this project will start happening but we'll see.

If you read this far, thanks! It's pretty validating to know people care this much, since it's hard for me to believe people do care a lot of the time because of all the above bullshit. So just so you know, I love you guys 💖 and you get a bonus cat:

Tiny p.s. living with my parents now is very different from when I was a child, I know the people who caused me hurt are long, long gone. They are not the same people anymore - so I am okay! It's still frustrating but more for the reasons of wishing I had my own (bigger) space to live in and put all my stuff and just 'I am a 30 year old extremely supressed lesbian speed running puberty and this environment is not conducive to exploring that' if anything. While I'm out with my Mum I can't like ... talk about that shit lol. So yeah, frustrating but for entirely different reasons. Just clearing that up.

#kerytalk #trigger warnings:#trauma #emotional neglect #depression #honestly it's pretty light on specifics though so hopefully ok #healing

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 5 months

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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 40 - Growing bond. Episode 2.

Evan: A loud painful scream pierced the silence that was gathering around us, unmistakeably coming from the room Evan was in, and I watched as both Gaby and Akin rushed towards the room, as I quickly got up and followed, telling the others to stay behind

Akin: As I reached the room, Akin was standing on the middle of the floor with Evan curled up in fetal position in front of him Gaby, could you please bring me my bag?

Gaby: Yes she was clearly nervous and rushed to the other end of the room where Akin's bag was placed on a small sofa. She handed it to Akin with shaky hands. I had never seen her like this before

George: Could any of you tell me what's happening, please?

Akin: He didn't look at me as he was searching for something inside the big black leather doctor bag I will let you know, once I know the answer.

George: I sighed deeply and walked towards them, kneeling down next to Evan and placed a gentle hand on his back, caressing him softly. He was shaking and sobbing worse than I have ever seen anyone sob before, aside from Andy that is.

Evan: I'm losing him! I'm losing him!!! I can't live!!!! I can't go on without him!!!

Gaby: Sssh ssh Evan, it's gonna be alright. She looked at me with a face filled with doubt, and I was thankful it didn't show in her voice

Akin: Tell me George, what do YOU think?

George: I honestly don't know?

Akin: Take a hard look at him, and tell me what your first thought is? He pulled out a syringe from his bag, and pulled up one of Evan's sleeves. Sorry, this is going to sting a bit. He quickly stuck the needle in and dragged some of Evan's blood out, then quickly handed the syringe to Gaby. Take this to Firella, she will make sure it reaches the right hands, and hand her this note. He grabbed a piece of paper from his bag and quickly scribbled something down I leave my orders to do a full Jahna test on it. And quick. They still have some of Andy's blood from the last tests for supernatural influence, I added that they need to tests his as well. We might have overlooked something.

Gaby: You think?

Akin: I wouldn't send you if I didn't.

Gaby: She looked at the syringe a few seconds, then at me with tears in her eyes, but I couldn't decide if they were happy or sad. She nodded understanding at Akin and grabbed the note, and before I could get to say anything or ask any questions, she ran to the balcony and jumped. Things like that always made my heart beat a little faster. I sometimes completely forgot that she has small fragments of supernatural in her as well. And she was more than capable of landing on her feet from a first floor jump without hurting herself, even if she is just a mortal human.

Akin: So what are you thinking Doc?

George: I looked at Evan, the way his body was shaking, his moans and whimpers, he most of all sounded like something was slowly slaughtering him from inside. It reminds me an awful lot of Andy, back when A left for 'the nothingness'. Back when he felt A erase himself and the mate bond for the first time really kicked in…. wait… do you think?

Akin: He nodded at Evan We do seem to agree that this is almost a copy of our past Andy.

George: But you already looked into Andy so many times, his mates are still Congo and A, right?

Evan: Akin didn't get to answer as Evan suddenly flew up from the floor and screamed loudly before stumbling towards the door, running out into the living room, where Daniel luckily and very quickly caught him. Wrestling him to the floor, holding him tight so he could'nt get back up LET ME GO!!! LET ME GO!!! LET ME GO!!! LET ME GO!!!! I don't wanna live without him!!! I CAN'T!!!! I CAN'T!!!!!!! He roared as his yelling got drowned in loud sobbing

Daniel: Looked up at us anxiously as we entered the room What's going on?

Akin: We will know soon enough, Gaby should be back within minutes.

Daniel: He looked at us confused and tried his best at keeping Evan grounded

Evan: He's leaving me! I know! I know! It hurts! It hurts so bad! Like my soul is leaving! He's my soul! And now he's gone! I will never get him back! I will never!!!! He coughed his sobbing out, shaking more and more for each minute.

Daniel: He's turning really cold! Do something!!!

Akin: Quickly ran for his bag and came back with a bag of big dried leaves Leonard, would you assist me please?

Lenny: Yes, Akin? He looked at both of us with worried eyes

Akin: Will you please grab Robert and get him out of here? Just go downstairs and lay him on the bed please, and open the door to the garden so you make sure he get lots of air, but keep an eye on him, he shouldn't get cold. I'll send Gaby down with some soup once she returns.

George: I looked at Robert, he was pale as a ghost and starring at Evan with shaky lips

Lenny: Of course he quickly grabbed Robert under one of his arms, and was able to support him down the stairs

Evan: It hurts!!!! it hurts so bad!!! he sobbed loudly and dug his nails into Daniels chest

Daniel: Sighed from pain as a bit of blood appeared at the surface of his skin A little help please!

Akin: Yes… George, you please go stir in that soup so it doesn't burn. As I left for the kitchen, Akin squatted down, slowly pulling a bit of Evan's shirt up, speaking in a soothing, almost singing voice Show me where it hurts Evan.

Evan: All over!! Sobbed loudly and coughed

Akin: Yes, I understand, but I need you to guide me a bit. Where does it hurt the most?

Evan: He padded his chest and sobbed on

Akin: Okay, what I'm going to do it lay some of these leaves on your chest, and then one of the tape bandages on top okay? They are the same herb leaves I used the other night on your hip, so you know them, and their effect. They will help you relax and soothe the pain. Okay? As he got no further response he quickly did as he had told

Gaby: She panted as she suddenly stood in the middle of the living room, we hadn't even heard her come in I have a note from Elenora and Dactor she quickly handed a note to Akin

Akin: Did you read it? He stood up slowly

Gaby: Shook her head lightly, still panting No….

Akin: He quickly unfolded the note and read it, frowning a bit I see.

Gaby: Is it?

Evan: Sobbed louder if even possible He's gone! I'm losing him! I'm losing Andy!

Akin: Alright he kneeled back down, and padded Daniel on his shoulder I'll take over from here, you can let go.

Daniel: But… he's stronger than he looks.

Akin: I can handle it, let go, he's perfectly safe, and nothing bad will happen, I assure you.

Daniel: He looked at Akin a bit sceptical

Akin: I understand you're very protective of him, and he's lucky to have a friend like you. But let me remind you, I have taken care of Andy many times, and he's still in one piece. Evan will be fine, but in order to help, I need to take over. Now.

Daniel: He sighed softly and let go

Akin: Looked at Gaby with a soft smile Will you please wash up Daniels chest and add some disinfection to his wounds. He nodded at the small marks left on Daniels chest from Evan's nails

Gaby: Certainly she quickly grabbed Daniels hand and dragged him towards the kitchen where I was following everything from my spot in front of the stove. She quickly found her way in the cabinets, finding some salt water for disinfection, some bandages and started softly washing Daniels chest, smiling at me warmly

Evan: Suddenly sat up quickly, but Akin just as quickly, with one hand only pushed him back down on the floor I can't breathe!!! He's gone!!!! I'm losing him!!! Let me go!!!! I need to get to him!!!! he sobbed uncontrallably and coughed several times

Akin: Chanted something in Romanian and took a deep breath Evan… I need you to listen carefully now. RELAX. His voice was firm, yet warm, and it was almost as it echoed through the house. And in a matter of seconds, Evan's sobbing died out, and everything around us got quiet Evan, are you listening?

Evan: He nodded softly and sniffled his nose

Akin: Evan, we have some news for you, and it's very important you listen carefully, can you do that?

Evan: He nodded softly again and whimpered lightly

Akin: Evan… I took a blood sample from you, and sent it with Gaby to our clan. I had two very skilled doctors look at it. Doctors in the supernatural. They are family members, and I trust them. They are some of the people that has been looking into all things supernatural that has to do with Andy, so I'm sure you understand they know what they are doing. Now, they ran two tests on your blood, and two additional tests on a sample of Andy's blood they already had.~ And I have some news. Can I deliver them to you?

Evan: He looked at Akin with terrified eyes, but nodded softly

Akin: Alright, now you listen careful as I told you. Evan, it appears nature screwed up royally when it came to Andy, and I will gladly try to fill you all in on that when we get a little break. I smell the soup by now, and I'm hungry, so I would like to eat soon, or I will get very cranky, and trust me, I'm no fun when I'm cranky. He paused a few seconds It appears not only two men has been bonded with Andy. Besides A and Congo, it appears also you have been bonded with him. Andy is your mate.

Evan: His eyes widened and I have to admit I dropped the spoon there, and as I looked at Daniel, he looked just as surprised as I felt. Gaby on the other hand had stars in her eyes, she was always a big fan of the mate bonds.

Akin: Now… as if that is not tricky enough on it's own… it appears Andy isn't bonded with you. However….

Evan: NOOOOO!!!! He yelped out loud and gasped for air LET ME GO!!!!!! LET ME GO!!!!!!!! Somehow he managed to wrestle himself loose, got up and ran straight towards to front door, and I watched as both Gaby and Daniel almost stumbled over each other to reach him, both tackling him to the floor, and pinning him down, as Akin with few big steps made it to them, and kneeled down, grabbing on to Evan's jaw, forcing him to face Akin.

Akin: Raised his voice, so it thundered through the living room Evan! Listen! He breathed deep and returned to a soothing voice Andy may not have been bonded with you… but he is choosing you.

Evan: Looked at him with eyes of confusion and disbelief

Akin: This is something quite special, and we have never seen it before, ever… but it appears a bond is forming in Andy's blood… a bond that fits with the one you already have for Andy in yours.

Evan: He shook his head fiercely I don't get it?

Akin: Evan… relax… Andy is choosing you as his mate, despite the missing bond.

Daniel: Wait a minute… I'm so fucking lost by now. Are they mates or not?

Akin: Smiled patiently at Daniel Almost. The bond is not complete on Andy's side yet, but I'm sure it will only be a matter of days or weeks. No one has ever created their own bond, only chosen to give in to it, declaring the mate as he declared Congo as his mate. The bond was already there. This bond Andy is forming himself.

Daniel: But… how is that possible?

Akin: Smiled warmly We don't know, but we have a very good theory we would like to talk about. We have been looking into this theory since Andy's fire had a short comeback. And even more since it seemed to disappear again. We wanted to look into the reason for all of these strange happenings around Andy, to try to figure what the future holds. And how to prevent any possible bad outcomes.

George: I dropped the spoon again as I noticed Andy and Congo stand at the top of the stairs leading down to the tv room. They must have come in through the garden door, expecting Evan to be in bed. It was clear to see on both their faces that they had heard the last part of the conversation.

Andy: He sniffled his nose, and as he did, the others noticed him too

Evan: Andy? he sat up slowly

Andy: Chuckled as tears started streaming down his cheeks

Evan: Started sobbing loudly again, and I watched as Andy ran towards him, threw himself on his knees and wrapped his arms tight around the sobbing Evan, and started sobbing loudly himself. But it was not a sad sobbing, it was a loud, relieved sobbing of being met with the best possible news

Akin: Smiled warmly and got up slowly I need food… he turned around and nodded at me, then looked at Gaby and Daniel Please join us at the dinner table, I will go see if Robert and Len

Congo: No, let me…

Akin: No, I think the boys could need you right now, I will go get them. And after we're done eating, I have a few things I need to add. It is nothing for any of you to worry about, I just want to prepare you that there is a bit more.

Congo: He nodded understanding and smiled softly at me George, do you need help? I really admired him for always trying to keep it calm and be there for everybody

George: No thanks, I can manage. Please go sit with the boys and share the happy news. I smiled warmly

Gaby: Quickly walked up to me and planted a soft kiss on my cheekbone I'll help you sugar cube she quickly opened the cabinets, finding plates and what else we needed for the table, sending Daniel to place all the things on the table. I smiled warmly as I observed them from my post

Congo: He sat down behind Evan, wrapping his arms tight around him, so he could get to reach Andy's shoulders, stroking them softly I'm here… for both of you… just take your time my darlings… take your time.

#trigger warnings:#sorrow #anxiety #drama #George Cullman #Akin Lupei #Gabriella Lupei #Gaby #Daniel Chase Hartwig #Evan Thompson #Leonard Cullman #Lenny #Robert Thompson #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Andycorn #Congo Shaw #unicornmanes

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likopinina-ocs · 10 months

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The Life I've Longed for Is No Longer Here (after Anna Haifisch)

2023

#my art #acrylics on canvas #my oc #toru #toruzumierina #2023 #trigger warnings:#injury #body injury #scar #amputation

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fallseidol · 10 months

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Got a fetishy Cronus commission finished here if anyone wants to take a peek.

#trigger warnings:#Stuffing #force-feeding #bloating/inflation

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m34gs · 9 months

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For the ask: 12, 13, 14, 20!

Thank you for the ask, friend! From this ask game. No specific fandom or media, so if media is necessary for the answer I will choose the most applicable one for me for each question!

Alright, this got away from me a little. Under the cut she goes. Warnings for: murder, serial killers, true crime, Jeffrey Dahmer, and some very very very abominable behaviour that makes my gut churn and my blood boil.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

I don't know if I pay close enough attention to what fandom dislikes to know which characters are unpopular, I kind of just hang out in the spaces that have the things I like, so I may be like "Oh this character is super popular" and it's like no...no Meags. they're not. It's just that you followed five blogs dedicated specifically to that character in the past three days so you're seeing a lot of stuff about them.

If I had to pick one that I *think* would be unpopular, that I like, it would be Inca Kasugatani from Fire Force. I think people don't like her because she's completely self-centered and just wants that adrenaline rush; she just wants that thrill of whether or not she will survive. I think this is an interesting trait to have in a character and one that is not explored near enough in female characters. I find it a bit refreshing, especially that she followed what seemed in alignment with her character and chose the side that seemed more exciting to her. So many times a character will be set up as 'this person only pursues what they want' only to make some weird choice that doesn't align with their wishes, but shows no development up to that point, leaving me to wonder where the heck that choice came from.

We know I love an unhinged fictional character, and Inca is no different. She's coldblooded and does not care what others think. Don't get in her way, because you will not walk away unscathed.

I would never want to force someone to like a character, or to make someone feel like they have to justify not liking a character. I do feel like she would get more love if she was a boy (I can list a plethora of male characters who are self-centered, thrill seekers, cold and low or no empathy who are loved by the masses; I pay enough attention to fandom for that) or if she was on the side of the protagonist, or both, but that doesn't mean everyone has to like her or else they're being sexist or whatever. I don't really care that much if other people like her or not. I just think she's fascinating and I want to see what else she does.

13. worst blorboficiation

Hmm. Well, typically what I dislike is when characters who are complex and dynamic get boiled down to one character trait. That being said, with fiction I tend to try and live and let live.

Real people however? Oh that will get me. That will tick me off. Ignoring for a moment that I kind of find the "blorbofication" of real living people in general just distasteful, I'd have to say the one that gets me actually riled up, the one that disturbs me the most, is the "blorbofication" of Jeffrey Dahmer. Yeah, you heard me. People are out here treating real serial killers like they're some sort of fictional character to thirst over or call their "precious little meow meow". I don't care so much what people do with fictional characters, but if you're gonna glorify and thirst over a man who brutalized actual living people? Disgusting. Difference between serial killers and fictional characters? Uh, fictional characters don't hurt real people. It's just sickening. They sell merch with his face on it. Some call him "daddy"; I've seen the freaking tiktoks. Sickening. Disgusting. Makes me rather uneasy with the True Crime as a whole. Like, at least have the decency to treat the subject of True Crimes with respect and solemnity it deserves. The victims were real fucking people, ffs.

I don't hate all true crime; documentaries, reading articles, etc, I don't hate on the topic as a whole, and I even read and watch my fair share, the true crime fandom is not all bad, but you gotta treat the victims and families with RESPECT. You gotta recognize that some of these victims...their families, THEIR MOTHERS. ARE STILL. ALIVE. How would you feel if one day you're doing ok, you've finally managed to move forward with your life, and even though you miss your SON WHO WAS MURDERED, you can still live...and then BAM. Some asshole is wearing his murderer's face on a t-shirt like he's part of some fucking boy-band. How gross.

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

"This character is the mom (gender neutral) and this character is the dad (gender neutral) and the rest are all their children" - this dynamic isn't *bad*. It's just done a lot. Don't get me wrong, I do love it as a found family dynamic. But I would love to see more "these two are clearly siblings and this is the feral child that pretends not to care but secretly does and these are the gay uncles and here's the vodka aunt and there's granny with her multiple lesbian wives" or "this one is clearly The Child and everyone else are the Responsible Older Siblings because they CANNOT be left unsupervised EVER" or something different once in a while. A family doesn't have to be "mom" "dad" and "kids". It can be so much more.

20. part of canon you found tedious or boring

Naruto - the flashbacks. So many flashbacks. Often the same flashbacks. Flashbacks *within* flashbacks. Enough. I get it. There's an important scene you want us to associate with this moment. But we already are. I honestly would zone out during some of them because they were just so long.

There you go, there are my answers! Thanks for asking. Hope you find them interesting :)

#asks #ask games #choose violence ask game #my opinions #naruto #fire force #found family #trigger warnings:#controversy #murder #serial killers #jeffrey dahmer #true crime

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chainsaw-raven · 1 year

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Happy belated wbw 💖

Tell me about your werewolves. How do they work? Do they have an origin story or myth? How did your chars get involved with them (if that's not too spoily)? Can they turn people or is it just a bloodline thing? Anything else you want to share?

(Yes this is late and yes I am going to be extremely dramatic about it)

Wolves

Many moons ago, In a land lost to time, At The place where your mothers blood is from and her daughters bones will yearn for, there were woods. Thick, dense woods, with trees as broad as water wells, and as old as the young earth was

. A wood were the twisted tree branches towered high, intertwining into green cathedral ceilings. A wood where the leaves blocked out the sun. An eternal eclipse to greet anyone who ventured in to far in.

And Like in any self-respecting wood, there were wolves. Great big wolves, larger than the greatest of your neighbors Danes. (The ones he keeps on teatherd to his yard by chains staked deep into the earth.)

Fully Unlike the wolves you’d meet in a forest tomorrow should you try and run away, for these were Wolves with silver coats, golden eyes, and iron butcher knifes for Claws.

These wolves were Friends of the fae. Some say they were fae. For With each full moon the wolves would turn from hungry beasts to heart-achingly beautiful men and women. Taller than mortals, with clearest of completions. Only with circumstance would you see how their hungry eyes held galaxies, and flashed gold in firelight. But by then it would be to late, your heart would already be breaking its way to broken.

The wolves were swift and cruel. Ruthless and reliable when it came to revenge. They had few rules, but could be counted on to blind those who stole an eye. To break the hearts of those who broke theirs.

Creatures of the wood lived in balence if not peace. The vampyres, and the fae, the wolves and the wayverns. The courts kept to themselves in peacetimes, warred when things went astray. Redrew lines they felt like crossing, and built up boundaries over time. There was a way of things that marched steadily on with each sunrise and sun sent.

That was, of course, until men marched the shores one fateful day at dawn.

Men who stripped trees, set snares and sparked fires. Men who smelled of blood and ash. A musk of sweat and smoke.

Eventually the men brought over their women and their wives, mothers carrying crying cubs. Humans is what they called themselves.

All the creatures quickly learned that Men are a violent people and Feared the way their dark, wet eyes followed prey. Hatred brewed in the wake of human hunters arrows.

They wanted the wolves silver pelts, their iron claws. They prized the golden eyes and bone white teeth. But no wolf could away it’s coat. No wolf was willing to throw away it’s sight. And so the humans hunted to meet the demands of desire. They’d have what the wanted for and wouldn’t have any other way.

The wolves though hunted, thought themselves safe. TThe only way to wound a wolf was with its claws. The only way to kill a wolf was with it teeth. Humans claws were small and brittle, their teeth short and dull, how dangerous could they be? The wolves sang as the barked laughs amoungst themselves. Oh how foolish they were. They forget themselves. Here would be their downfall for the wolves thought wrong.

You see, wolves only die in war. There’s no time to dig a grave during battle. Wolves are practical creatures: they leave their dead to rot.

A human cub (called a “child”) screamed like death when it found a Skeletal memory down stream.

It’s mother yelled for the men, and they ran into the woods, spears barred and torched/ burning.

They found a wolf”s teeth. They plucked its claws. Iron didn’t burn a humans hand like it did fae. Humans didn’t respect the dead like a forest did. Humans couldn’t leave a thing to Rest In Peace for very long.

The humans switched sharpened stones on their spears for teeth. Tipped their arrows with talons.

The humans hunted the wolves once more, and soon success stepped up to meet them.

By dawn seven wolves laid dead.

By dusk seven pelts were laid out with leather.

Seven dead. A mother laying next to her two pups. All three still.

The image burned itself like a wood print behind the lids of golden eyes.

They wolves learned fear fast from them on. A hunger for rabbit quickly replaced with a taste for revenge.

The wolves planned and plotted as the moon waxed and wane. Until one sunrise after the blood moon was a full and blooming stain in the sky, seven beautiful humans walked into the villages, and were met with open arms. Their hearts open and wide.

A hunter may forget a face, but a wolf always remember the smell of a foe.

Later, when the humans told this tale to their young, as warning of what’s in the woods, they’d christen these seven werewolves.

The Werewolves were found the hunters who had slain their kin easily. Though they were in no hurry to kill the hunters. It would be to kind of a fate for these monsters.

No, The werewolves were after each hunter’s eldest child

The wolves have few rules.

Rule one: never harm a helpless pup.

But the humans had killed theirs in cold blood first. Besides, the eldest of each brood wernt shy of adulthood by very much. Some had already killed.

Each of seven werewolves kissed a hunters heir.

Each of the hunters heir fell madly in love.

The youths spent their day with wolffish

loves. Breathing hot breath while sweet nothings greeted ears. Fingers and legs intertwined as the human hearts bloated big. Cracking ever so slightly as the wolves pushed and pulled at the seams. If only those poor doomed souls knew the taste on their lips was the sweet kiss of death .

If only the humans knew that the seven kissed would soon be the seven driven mad. The seven driven mad who’d all be dead in three weeks time.

The wolves left as the sun rose again. Their loves had only had a day and night to be enchanted, but enchanted they were. The werewolves walked into the wood, leaving only a trail of footprints giving way to the fast marks of muddy paws in their wake.

The rising sun should have blinded anyone who dared to watch them leave but the Severn heirs refused to let their hearts break, and followed the trails into the wood. Blinded by the blaring sun and deafened by their beating hearts, they would search for their lost loves.

The young hearts were dealing with powerful magic, a type of spell that only can be broken with sacrifice of the greatest kind. The young humans hearts were foolish and naïve , easy prey to the old and wise Wolf”s mind.

The wolves knew the human heirs would follow their hearts into the the woods. The wolves a knew the heirs wouldn’t be coming back

The humans romed the woods hunting for their runaway hearts, but wolves were trained at skirting hunters.

they kept out of sight, as the humans ravaged in the woods. Branches pulling hair, brambles ripping clothes. Grass stained and muddy, minds nearly lost, with hearts already broken.

The human heirs didn’t care for anyone or anything now. What they were searching for was long gone, and soon they’d be too. As they dug up roots and snatched at leaves they forget to eat. Forgot to drink.

Until one by one, each heir fell and found they couldn’t get up and hey each fell asleep for the very last time. Falling fast into An eternal slumber they’d never wake from, as their souls rose to join the stars, and their bodies tuned to dust one more.

Revenge is a sweet tasting thing when hungry. The meat of a broken heart can fill up a ravished stomach.

The wolves feasted well that night.

~ taken off the wip draft