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#tw: violence implied
acarillustrated · 5 months
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something that i really like about blue eye samurai, now that im thinking about it, is that it discusses violence against women without becoming torture porn. like, in a lot of media that portrays women's issues, they show you that scene. like they give you this extended visual of a woman experiencing something traumatic and then laud themselves as feminist for doing so.
blue eye samurai doesn't do that. the whole show is set in a world that is extremely antagonistic toward women, and it makes a point to tell you that being a woman right now sucks, because they are property and are used sexually. but even though it doesn't shy away from this, it doesn't show you the violence itself, which you would almost expect it to because of how graphic the rest of the show is.
im thinking specifically of kinuyo. they very well could have shown us a scene of her being abused, but they didn't. they didn't show the abuse itself, but they did show how it affected her. they showed her seeing a doctor for her sores. they could have made this incredibly traumatic and grotesque scene a spectacle, showing us exactly how powerless she is and how powerful he is. they could have shown us this incredibly triggering event in full detail for our entertainment, but they didn't. they chose not to. and i think that's how it should be.
it is not necessary to have an extended visual and auditory reenactment of violence against women. we the audience understood the gravity of the situation and were able to empathize without needing that scene. having that scene would have completely detracted from the point they are trying to make. it would have turned something completely reprehensible that women everywhere fear because it's a very real issue into entertainment.
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worthless-whistle · 7 months
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... heh. once she's gone there's nothing standing in my way
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You have issues.
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misc-obeyme · 4 months
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Some random demons are talking shit about MC at RAD. They're unaware of the fact that Mammon & Satan are in the classroom.
Mammon: Yo, you hearin’ this?
Satan: *not looking up from his book* It's unfortunate we have such idiotic classmates, isn't it?
Mammon: *stands up, grinning* Let’s rumble.
Satan: *snaps his book shut* Fine, but please never say that again.
Destruction ensued. Satan & Mammon refused to tell MC why they were hanging from the ceiling later that day.
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masterlist | Thank you for reading!
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afoolandathief · 2 years
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More draft 1 vs draft 2 THHT comparisons:
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the-awful-falafel · 1 year
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The Peppino dominance hierarchy
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triplehearts · 2 years
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Forehead presses but make it angsty
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sculkshrieking · 3 months
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saw or mcyt you say… how about saw AND mcyt. put trafficgrian into a situation. reverse bear trap him or fuck em up in some other way do whatever you want forever have fun!!!!!
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i loooove drawing AUs that a total of three people wanna see <3 this is how we finally get mcyt fans into Saw
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the-kr8tor · 28 days
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Hello!! I hope that u r having a wonderful day/night!
I feel like suffering today so could I request reader comforting hobie after a canon event?
I need some more hurt/comfort in my life bc it’s one of my fav tropes even tho it’s sad 😭
🕊️anon
Hi, dovey!! Thank you for requesting! Prepare to be hurt/comforted 😂
Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader
Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW implied violence, CW Injury, TW blood. Hurt/comfort.
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Your hands are covered in crimson, iron fills your lungs as you scrub his hands in the basin. Legs aching from kneeling, tearful eyes staring at Hobie whilst he sits on the floor of your shared flat. His back lays flat on the wall. The same walls covered in the wallpaper you two chose for the place, all smiles and laughter filling the room— it's a stark contrast to the scene in front of you, his soft sobs wracking his battered body, wheezing from his bruised lungs. Yet he keeps his eyes open, red around the whites of his eyes, staring mindlessly at the ceiling he just dusted a few hours ago before it happened.
His entire suit is covered in blood, seeping through the fabric and into his skin. The same skin you brush against every morning, the same skin you love and adore. He thinks you wouldn't want to touch him again after seeing it marred by his blood and someone he failed to save. Their ichor drips on the carpeted floors, mixing into his own, staining the white material like blood on snow.
It's silent, you're silent, and he's afraid that it was almost you. Your blood almost spilled on him if he wasn't fast enough, if he chose the stranger rather than you.
Your face is unreadable, and he's terrified that he almost came home without seeing it ever again.
Your touch is soft against his split skin, and he's furious that green goblin made him choose, he feels he doesn't deserve the softness of your hands against his bloodstained ones.
Your breath hitches in your throat, dust dirtying your face, clothes torn from where goblin gripped you too tight, his mark left on your bicep; tiny pinpricks of dried blood from his sharp nails dot along your arm like grim stars.
And he's terrified of the other outcome where he didn't catch you in time.
“Hobie,” your hoarse voice cuts him like a knife, tone cracking at the simple utterance of his name, the steel twisting inside his gut at the screams you let out. “It'll be okay. We'll be okay.”
At your simple words, he wakes up, reaching over to you even when his wounds protest, even when his guilt screams at him to let you go.
You take him in your arms, kicking away the basin for more space, embracing him fully as he disappears into you. Hiding himself in the crook of your neck, body slotting perfectly against yours.
“‘m sorry,” your heart shatters at his apology. Hobie clings to you tighter, hands balling your shirt, refusing to let you go. His salty tears are gathering around your neck. But it's alright as yours drench his stained cheeks.
“It's okay.” You rock him in your arms, heavy kisses pressed on his temple, letting your love calm him. “Let it out, I'm here. I love you.”
Hobie hopes that one day you'll forgive him. Even though there's nothing to forgive while you cradle him in your arms.
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jellyvibes710 · 7 months
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I updated baby Leo's markings, he will look like #2 from now on
Also TW ⚠️BLOOD⚠️
So Little chirp is cute, right? he's got the "no brain", he's clumsy, he chirps, he's squishy, he's just a lil baby 💖
But he's still LEO, he's the faceman, he manipulates and plays people like cards, He knows how to put on an act to get the reaction he wants, he knows people better than the back of his own hand.
But just because he's now a baby don't mistake him for weak
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He is FAR from it :]
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<not cannon to AU, at least some of it>
<honestly I just wanted to draw his new marks all glowy, plus I wanted to draw him mad at something.>
Donnie has definitely influenced him
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chaoticace2005 · 1 month
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The angst potential of if Winners don’t remember those who didn’t go to Hell…
Imagine Angel finding Molly. Finding his twin. Finding his other half. Finding the person he regrets hurting more than anyone else. One of the main reasons he’s even trying to get into Heaven.
Imagine him finding her and she just looks at him blankly.
“Oh, hi, what did ya say your name was?”
“Uh, Ang— Anthony. Molly, it’s me.”
“Who??? I’m real sorry have we met? I don’t rememba an ‘Anthony.’”
The idea that she completely forgot about him. The idea that for her to truly be “happy”, for her to truly be in Heaven, she needed to erase “Anthony” from her mind. The idea that everyone in his life was right, as he was just a mistake. The fuck up. The twin that weighed his better half down. That the one person who always told him that wasn’t true doesn’t fucking remember him so maybe that was a mistake too?
“Oh… yeah. Sorry, I.., thoughtcha was someone else.”
Imagine him pushing himself away from everyone again, because maybe they’re better off without him too. Imagine him relapsing because if nobody wants him to be here he certainly doesn’t either.
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Infection au part 4: Outbreak
the infection is no longer confined. you all get a little writing blip to enjoy as well :D pictures are at bottom. Tw blood/gore and disturbing imagery. also implied death. because of the amount of blood.
It had been several days since Dream, swap and Ink Found Cross lying on the ground. Several days since one of their enemies started pleading with them to help with something. Cross had been an emotional wreak the entire time. It almost hurt for Dream to be near him.
The panic and terror was overwhelming. Of course that didn't stop people saying this was some elaborate plan by Nightmare to do some sort of evil. Dream knew this wasn't true though. The emotions where real enough.
Right now though Dream was making his way to the room cross was in. It was really a glorified prison cell but at least it wasn't as bad as it could have been, considering Cross was a part of the most feared gang in the entire multiverse.
Dream stopped to greet the guards and was let in. The room wasn't lavish by any means but it had a bit of coziness to it, or maybe that was just his hopeful thinking. Cross was sitting on the bed picking at the magic canceling cuffs.
He looked up and spotted Dream. A mix of emotions always came from him whenever he was aware of the guardians prescience. There was an immediate sense of distrust and wariness but also a bit of reluctant hope. Even if he disliked dream he was aware that he was more likely to help than others.
"hey Cross" Dream said, his voice friendly.
Cross nodded in response. "what does the council say.."
"They still think it's a trap Cross." Dream sounded regret seep into his voice. He had to admit his story was rather hard to believe.
A look of anger Appeared on Cross's face. He looked like he was about to scream something in frustration but was interrupted by a guard opening the door. "Dream, we have reports of Nightmare and his team attacking underswap." Dream was confused. Normally he could sense the presence of his brother outside of wherever he his his base. Dream was then aware of the sudden increase of negativity in his friends au. Nightmare had never attacked such a positive au, doing so might have weakened him enough to risk capture or defeat. "I'm Coming, where is Blue and Ink?" Dream said heading to the door with a sense of urgency. Cross grabbed his arm making the guard step forward. "Dream please, Don't... just... Just you have to help Them- Don't let them get You. You can't help them if you end up infected- " The guard pressed the spear against cross's chest threateningly. He let go of dream and backed off. "Please- " Dream Nodded and left the room not fully understanding what exactly cross was asking him. The feeling of unease grew in his soul as he also felt the negativity in under swap rising. He found Swap waiting for him with Ink. The skeleton was obviously impatient to get going. the only thing stopping his was likely the fact he couldn't fight Nightmare's gang on his own. Dream made a portal and stepped through with his teammates. The terror dream sensed once he walked through was enough to make him stumble. It was so strong- "Dream..." Blue sounded shocked and fearful.. Dream looked up he wished he hadn't
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btw there are more infected atm. several actually. The gang didn't stay in the castle very long after cross left this is just the first big attack. I couldn't draw all the infected currently attacking and they aren't very big to the story. The Infection has been spreading a bit under the radar.
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nerves-nebula · 11 months
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and of course, Leo never looked back. why bother, y'know?
this is the leo being protective comic you all voted on a while back. i didn't NEED to make it this long but i chose to sooo. anyway, commission me.
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worthless-whistle · 9 months
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She'll soon tire of her newest pet.
And when she does... you're mine.
Please leave me alone
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softistdom · 10 months
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tying a vibrator to them while i beat them so they associate pain with pleasure
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rottmnt-residuum · 11 months
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part 19 (gore)
getting into donnies head is a very hands on activity :D
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minticecodes · 5 days
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[ID: Digital illustration in greys. DMCV Dante grips the Devil Sword Dante one handed; at his feet, at the point of the sword, is the curled up form of child Vergil, asleep in a frumpy longsleeve shirt, shorts and socks. He sleeps with head rested on arms in fetal position, facing Dante. Dante's hunched over, left hand clutching his face. Blood red tears drip down his face and hand; the drops splatter at his feet. The shadow of his sword falls over Vergil; in the background, Dante's shadow raises the sword to stab down. End ID]
no coming home
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