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cassettemoon · 1 year
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Brothers and fathers and sons
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amaranthdahlia · 2 months
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art dump of my pookie........ ohboy
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chipthekeeper · 17 days
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Passing along all my virtual boops to this guy
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lexithwrites · 3 months
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god regulus black means the world to me
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cinnamon-flame · 7 months
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Some warriors oc doodles from last month
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r0d30-brqt · 10 months
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updated skull design n follow up update for sternum
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alone77 · 2 years
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Big brother Jason saving his baby brother Tim from bad guys in WFA 44
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cw: white room torture, sensory hallucinations, implied starvation, character purposefully damages his hand in order to distract himselfa (let me know if I missed anything!)
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Is it possible? For a room to bleed?
It’s not. Teddy has to believe it’s impossible. Many things are impossible. This room should be one of them.
Then again, he used to think that many things were impossible.
He used to think that he’d never be locked in a white room, alone, and with a pit in his stomach to remind him that he hasn’t eaten in what feels like forever.
Teddy shifts slightly, uncurling from his fetal position.
He’s in a desert, and there’s sand everywhere.
No. He’s in a white room. He knows this. Then why does it feel like he’s covered in sand?
Burning, white sand. Everywhere. It’s all over him– burrowing under his skin and crawling. Crawling.
Tiny and many-legged pieces of sand. All over him. Inside him, digging deeper with each passing second. When he opens his mouth to scream, they’re suddenly in there too. His tongue is stuck to the roof of his mouth, pressed up with the force of the sand.
He coughs and coughs but he can’t spit it out.
Why is the sand white?
So much white, it’s driving him insane. The walls are bleeding and no one believes him. The white is driving him insane. Didn’t he just say that?
He doesn’t know.
No, no, it’s not the white…it's the sand. The walls are black, the sand is white. That’s right. Right?
Doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but the sand in his mouth. He wants it out. He’d do anything to get rid of the feeling of having a whole desert pressed against his teeth.
There isn't any sand. It’s just white.
The thought comes unbidden. Uncalled for. Teddy pushes himself to his feet, leaning against the wall, his legs shaking. He blinks, trying to clear his head.
All he sees is white.
Teddy collapses again, slamming his head against the wall. The sound shatters into a hundred pieces of glass, spilling across the floor. Any sound is a distraction from the racing thoughts.
He almost prefers it to the silence.
There was a time– Was? Already he speaks in the past tense, of his past life. No, he still does play the piano, he’s still capable of making music. He can still pull emotions out of a set of black and white keys.
He is still a pianist. He still has dreams and hopes.
And any sound is better than silence.
Teddy slams his fist into the wall.
Bang.
“Let me out!”
Teddy pounds the wall.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“Where’s Elias?” He needs Elias. But maybe Elias is in another white room. Maybe Elias is in his own personal hell, right now. “Let Elias out!”
“Let us out!”
Teddy hates the white and he hates the silence. So he bangs on the wall in some semblance of a pattern. Let. Us. Out.
Soon the white walls aren’t just white. They’re dripping red. Red trickles down the white walls, and Teddy laughs.
It’s such a relief to be able to see a different color, he punches the wall even harder. He can’t feel anything– dizzy– can’t feel the damage he’s done to his hand.
Teddy stands, and the world spins around him– white and red– finally a different color. He’s never been more grateful. Never been more disgusted.
The reprieve can’t last. It's too merciful.
So he isn’t surprised when they come in, clean the blood up, and tie Teddy’s hands behind his back.
He knows that white is the only color that’s left in the world.
He’s going to drown in it.
tagging: @kira-the-whump-enthusiast
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jakobhurley · 5 months
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happy birthday to the failstriders. ive wanted to grab and shake dirk like a toy for years now.
they’re about to go snowboarding.
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blerdytrait · 5 days
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The friends to lovers, love triangle trope
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skydreamplayzz · 1 year
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idk why I drew this but I Listend to little nightmares music. uhh ye- I also had a similar dream were one of my Ocs got captured by humans.Wait.. I didn't Do his backstory yet.. He hates humans and Maybe He got captured by them [his brother aswell] and these humans used them for.. Hmm idk yet but they used the Magic they both can't handle and made them Do what they say otherwise they would suffering.. Yeeeee getting ideas while typing. A basic Thing but yeee. Still dont know his backstory..Just why He hates humans. 🌳
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mntds · 10 months
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your PLAY? tell me more :3
I’m finishing up a play that I started this winter for school!
Essentially, it’s about the fictional (16/17?) year old nephew of Charles VI, Bellais, who fights in the battle of Agincourt and is subsequently deeply traumatized when the French lose quite badly. The second half of the play focuses mostly on the aftermath of the battle and the sort of power struggle over Bellais between his father, Estienne, and his uncle.
If I’m being honest, the play taking place in 15th century France is actually pretty inconsequential to the plot, it’s much more of a framing device and most of the other aspects of the play read as a lot more contemporary. I needed a time period where it was still common for the nobility to physically fight in wars, and the battle of Agincourt felt like a good jumping-off point.
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whorerificstuff · 1 year
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MOOD like every line of the table sex scene was 🥵
“ Despite his initial explanation of not being able to reproduce, he seemed so keen and focused on trying to breed you. “ literally trying to catch my breath from running laps oh my god😩 albedo having to rail you even harder to compete w his clone>>>> like I’m for the streets they can settle the score at the same time and I will gladly be of use. My throat is their parking garage 🥰 need rubedo to do that more fr like you see fics about albedo fucking you w the clone secretly watching to prove a point but what about albedo neglecting you or missing the signs you want to fuck and then having to watch his clone satisfy you because HE couldn’t 🦋🦋🦋🦋
PREACH
You just took the words out of my fucking head💞
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cirr0stratus · 2 years
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KENOBI SPOILERS
hims,,,, i want rex to come find him and hug him and have a meal with him and
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galaxiesovertrees · 2 years
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This man has given me an identitty crisis
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What do you think of Doctor West?
That guy who shows up to be negative and bring up subjects you cringe about and tell you the shitty things about your life (which you already know about)- But I do care about him, I just...don't know how to deal with him, and he also liked Christine-
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