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luffyvace · 18 days

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Akutagawa as your boyfriend ☀︎

Umm happy late b day Aku…😭 I’m totally super late for this I KNOW. But! I’m doing it anyway! >:3 late or not :P Plus I Just wanted to write for him since I really like this dude (〃ω〃) (Light blood, death and killing mentions but not in detail)

Akutagawa b day hcs first >;}

planning everything out and hiding it from him is kind of a task. 😅 the guy’s pretty stealthy himself so ya gotta make sure he doesn’t sneak up on you while your prepping things.

Buuut with the help of everyone from the port mafia (except Mori- joking! he does help but Elise does 90% of the work) you planned a mini party <3

Gin got the food! (Figs and tea enters chat)

Higuchi got the decorations! (streamers, balloons, tables, chairs)

Hirotsu keeps akutagawa busy (tea and chatting LOL)

Elise makes the banners (hints poorly drawn dead versions of everyone—extra blood for aku<3)

Kajii makes (lemon shaped) confetti poppers!!

Koyo hosted/recorded it all 💗

Chuuya brought wine and the cake (both were really expensive and tasty good job Chuuya)

Q brought lots of presents!! :3

Annnnd Tachihara! Brought some ~port mafia style~ party games (you played mafia LOL)

now general relationship things 😚

He treats you like how he does Gin, there is peace between the two of you and you have friendly interactions. (Romantic as well, for you) he will even go as far as to do favors for you but we’ll dabble in that more later ☆)

acts of service is his #1 love language. There’s no convincing me otherwise. When I say ‘he will do anything for you’ besides killing this is what I mean. You really don’t have to ask either. I talk about this some more later but, examples: done with your plate? He’ll take it. He remembers you said you needed xyz, he got it for you. You said you wanted to ____ but you fell asleep, so he did it.

hope you get along with Gin because to continue a relationship with him past 2 minutes, you need to. He will never choose friends over family. I stand on that.

honest man.

Its canon, of course this would apply to a relationship too :)

you never have to worry about him lying, thankfullly. the bad news is…this guy isn’t just honest..he’s brutally honest 😀

which he’s not dumb, but he’s also not one to pacify feelings. So say you created something and you’ve been working on this piece for a while now, (whether your an artist, writer, sculptor, something else—whatever), he takes a look at it and singlehandedly points out all the flaws 🧍‍♀️

not in a rude way-

just genuinely telling your mistakes. Which- I know can hurt because you spent a lot of time on it…..but as lest you can fix it now..? 🤷‍♀️

He respects you. Of course he does! How could you love someone you don’t respect?!

why I’m mentioning this then?? Because to him, respect is very important. There’s few that he respects personally and not because of his job.

like Dazai (sorta bc of his job but shh), Gin or Atsushi (somewhat)

And just to clear it up those he has respect for because of his job would be mori or hirotsu

so the fact that you have his respect is a mile stone!! 👯‍♀️💃💃

He’s loyal but it ain’t a fault 😋🤪

seriously tho this dude is still chasing Dazai even after he “disgraced the mafia’s name” and left to the ada

So for you?? This is simply proof that he ain’t neva leavin you, and you ain’t neva leavin him 😙 (I don’t make the rules)

even If he disagrees with your actions/opinions he will talk it out with you 😱

now he might sound a bit upset, and if your acting absolute bonkers rn and need some sense smacked into you- he might yell too. But that’s mostly if it’s for your well being.

other than that, yes the hotheaded Ryuu will calm down for you (that kinda rhymes ☝️🤓)

Bonus!:

living with the Akutagawa’s! ( ✌︎'ω')✌︎

going more into acts of service, you and Gin hardly ever have to worry about chores or errands

he doesn’t really do it for the purpose of your validation, and genuinely doesn’t expect a thank you either

”hm? Oh…it’s nothing.”

Is his response when you try to thank him

he does it because he’s responsible not for praise

although I will say, seeing as though he has a lot of respect for you, as I said earlier, you may get a semi flustered/shocked facial expression

not necessarily blushing, just a expression that shows it caught him off guard ;P

Its not uncommon to see him cleaning around the house and asking if you have any laundry

housewife Ryuunosuke LOL 😂

When goes out to get groceries he asks you and Gin if there’s anything specific you want him to buy and if yes, he’ll get it for you

just like in the anime with Gin, he doesn’t mind doing favors for you as well <3

if you decide you wanna clean up or go to the store yourself he won’t stop you and be like ‘nonono I got it you sit down 🥺’. I don’t mean this in a bad way but he’s not a gentleman on purpose

I feel he’s the type of guy to do things that you consider gentlemanly but he just considers it being polite

oh it’s fine he’s got the groceries 👌

got a order for pick up? Oh well he was going out anyway, he’ll get it 🤷

he’s got the door 👍

don’t worry about the bill he’ll pay it (restaurant or house bill 😉)

another thing…! ♡

sometimes when you and Gin wanna watch a movie but Ryuu’s still doing the dishes….

Rashomon!

do the dishes :3 (while he watches the movie with you guys)

I wasn’t gonna write these at first but I’m real glad I did! I love these and finally wrote for our guy Ryuunosuke!!

WHEN I TYPED DAZAI’S NAME IT AUTOCORRECTED FO DASANI AT FIRST HAHAHHAHA

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luxlightly · 4 months

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Listen, my "Gabriel runs off blood so he can live without the Light of the Father" idea generally has Gabriel mainly absorb blood through his skin and armor to highlight the parallels to machines but if someone wanted to draw him with the bottom half of his helmet gone and beneath is a jet black void with a mouth of razor sharp blood-dripping gold/ivory teeth or with those fangs driven into the throat of a husk or a robot or Machine(cough cough) of some kind then that would be just fine, I think.

#as always this image was given to me directly by God #gabriel ultrakill #ultrakill #blood mention tw #Gabriel's mouth should look like the things from attack the block but in white and gold I think #that would be pretty bitchin

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redr1vers · 1 year

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"no children" by the mountain goats + breaking bad

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keulixeutin · 1 year

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Tempered

a/n: ahhhh. a little self-indulgent. summary: tomura’s reaction to a nail technician—accidentally—nicking skin. shigaraki x gn!reader cw: gender neutral pronouns used, gn!reader. blood. swearing. threats of violence and murder. fluff, cuddling. maybe slight ooc-ness ugh. wc: 1,020.

“Did you know there’s, like, a lot of blood in your hands?” you announced as you entered Tomura’s room.

“What?” His head whipped around in his seat before the rest of the chair could even swivel.

“So, she cut my hand—”

“Who the fuck—”

When he stood up, red eyes pulsing, jaw tensing, fingers twitching for flesh to squeeze, you knew you needed to rephrase the scattered way you were speaking before you sent him over the edge and lit the fuse.

“Tomura,” you began, keeping your voice cool and calm. “I was talking about my nail technician. Remember I said I was getting my nails off today?”

His sharp, red eyes scanned your body for whatever worse-case scenario damages that his mind had thought up.

“She cut me with the drill bit,” you explained. “It was small—the cut—but it was still bleeding for a pretty long time. Hence the so much blood in the hands comment.” Tomura didn’t seem amused, so you quickly added on, “but it’s fine now.” To emphasize, you showed him your hand; the skin at the base of the nail of your left middle finger was red, and the spot where the technician had painfully ripped off skin made your cuticle an uneven line, like an inlet of an island.

He took your hand in his—pinky finger hovering safely—and eyed the tiny wound. His hand was cold, but his touch was warm.

The cut was, indeed, the tiniest, little thing. It had bled a lot earlier, and at one point, it had throbbed irritably from to the technician applying some chemical to help undo the acrylic glue; but, as you had said, it was fine now. You had just wanted to tell a small story about your day, though this was just another reminder that Tomura didn’t have the best reactions to—well, to news in general, especially if it was you and your spotty way of delivering it.

Once Tomura was satisfied that you weren’t tortured in the nail salon, he dropped your hand and sat back down. The game over screen glowed behind him, but his attention was on you.

Bomb defused, you closed the door behind you and set your bag down on the floor. You opted to keep the many layers of clothes on as you settled onto the bed. It was just as chilly inside the hide-out as outside, as the heater stopped working four days ago and no one knew how to fix it (and the back-up heater—Dabi—was getting violently annoyed that everyone kept hovering so closely to him, so that was an unusable plan b).

“Was it her first day?” Tomura asked.

“I don’t think so,” you answered. You curled comfortably under the frayed blankets and reached for the unfinished book you had left on the shoddy nightstand.

“Then how the hell did she cut you?”

You shrugged, dropping your gaze to where you had left off in your book. “Accidents happen,” you said offhandedly.

He didn’t respond, though, and when you didn’t hear even a grunt, you looked up to see him staring at your hand with a furious intensity.

“Tomura,” you said. “It’s fine.”

He glanced up at you, holding your gaze with his own glowing red. It didn’t seem like he was wanting to say anything; he looked like he was thinking, processing your words, deciding dark actions. You could probably guess at what he was itching to do. Then, without further words, he turned back around and picked up his fallen controller.

Later that night, when Tomura joined you under the covers, he grasped your hand and checked your injured finger once again, eyes narrowing.

“See?” you said. “All good.”

He didn’t say anything, letting go and laying his head down beside you. You smiled at him. He didn’t return it—he never did—but his face softened, eyelids drooping and jaw unclenching.

“Night,” you whispered.

“Mhm.” He closed his eyes.

But you knew him. You knew him well.

So in the middle of the night, when you felt a loss of warmth and a shifting bed, you knew to pull yourself from the sticky tendrils of a sweet sleep, and you knew that you’d see Tomura slipping out of the bedsheets in the dim dark and haze of slumber. You grabbed onto the hem of his shirt; he stilled, glancing back.

“You can’t kill a nail technician because she accidentally cut me,” you said, voice heavy with lingering tendrils.

“I can kill whoever I want,” he said, voice barely above a hiss.

“Then kill her tomorrow,” you said.

Tomura stared at you, both suspicious and curious.

You released your grip on the edge of his shirt and pulled the blanket closer around you. “I’m cold,” you said. “If you leave now, it’ll be even colder.”

“You’ll survive,” he said. “It’ll be quick.”

“It’s almost below freezing,” you remarked. “What if I lose some fingers and toes in the process?”

“You won’t.”

“But I sleep better with you here,” you continued. “Nice and warm and safe. And anyways, she’ll be there for you to kill any time. Why go hunting for her in the middle of the night when you know where she’ll be every day from 12 to 9? Right?”

Though Tomura didn’t respond, he didn’t move either—but you knew him. He was listening; your voice was cutting through the growing red of his eyes. You opened the blanket and urged him to come under the covers with your a waving hand.

“Hurry, Tomura,” you said when he still hadn’t moved. “You’re letting all the heat escape.”

He clicked his tongue in annoyance, but it was a hollow sound, just a habitual response. In the end, just as you had asked, he turned and lowered back down into your arms. You settled the blanket around him. His body heat spread throughout the space, and you shifted closer with a sigh. In the warm fabric embrace, you fell asleep, already having come up with a quick excuse and reason to keep him tempered for every day this week.

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njamil21 · 6 months

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Nevermore Week Day 4 - Sweet Tooth

I've been using a lot of dark colors for these prompts so I wanted to pivot to more sweeter and lighter colors this time around. I like to think that Annabel Lee has a penchant for sweets and I know she has a preference for scones, I think a fancy lady like her would also have a taste for macarons. Taking her hair and eye color into account, I thought it would be fun to give her vanilla and raspberry macarons and dress her in an outfit that reminded me of that sweet. I've never had macarons with fruit pulp in it but I always thought that raspberry pulp always kinda looked like blood, so I liked the idea of Annabel pure vanilla white look being stained by this pink red color and give it an unsettling vibe. I decided to also surround her with various macarons, both whole and half bitten ones with the pulp oozing out to add to the sweet feel. I don't know if it gives an unsettling vibe but I'm still happy with how this turned out.

Please do not edit or repost without permission. (I edited my commission prices!)

#artists on tumblr #illustration #character design #Nevermore Week 2023 #nevermore webtoon #nevermore annabel lee #food tw #food mention tw #blood mention tw #Please feel free to reblog!!#Or comment!#Nishat's doodles #I'm skipping the next day to take a break but please check out the other artists!#fanart #annabel lee whitlock

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leeknow-ia · 7 months

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High Sun || Koichi & Lee Know

Lee Know, 99 years old, full of 99 years of rage, had journeyed to The Up on his own. He was quite a fan of solo travel, in fact there were few times he ever travelled with anyone. He was always on the hunt for new mirrors as that was how he preferred to travel. The only catch was he could only travel between mirrors he had seen in real life, so seeking out a mirror in a new place was his top priority. The autumn air tickled his cheeks as he took a deep breath. It was a crisp autumn day, filled with good vibes and a calming atmosphere.

Well, not quite. Lee Know was at the cliff for a very specific reasons and it was not to enjoy the autumn vibes. He was feeling so many emotions and did not want to deal with people that day. Unfortunately, his new roommate situation made relaxing at in his dorm impossible and thus he was forced to explore other places to go for alone time.

Which brought him to the cliff. It was a nice area surrounded by nature, somewhere he could do whatever he wanted. So that is exactly what Lee Know was set out to do. Dressed in all black as was normal for him, black jeans, hoodie, and beret, he looked as unassuming as ever. The only thing that really stood our were his forehead tattoos, little diamonds in a v-shape above his eyebrows. They didn't have any cool meaning or story, Lee Know just thought they looked cool. Anyway, he strolled around the cliff for a few minutes, looking at the trees and kicking some rocks. Emotions slowly began to well up inside him the longer he spent outside. Anger, frustration, confusion, all at once. So Lee Know did what anyone else would do at a time like this-- go try and 1v1 a tree. He made his way over to one of the many trees in the area and began slapping at the trunk and peeling bits of the bark off. At first it seemed harmless, he was just slapping away at the wood and not really causing much damage.

Things soon escalated though with his slaps getting harder, then they turned to punches. He was so very angry. Stupid Yeosang. Stupid Spencer. Stupid August. Stupid Beakhyun-- oh Baekhyun, what an idiot, Lee Know thought. Yeosang too, they were all idiots. Before he knew it, Lee Know was throwing full on punches and shouting out his woes. Monologuing in Russian as he did so, it was not his native language, but the one he used when he wanted to expression his passion (and when he didn't want anyone else to know what he was saying). Lee Know's hands began to bleed and his shouts became wails, and then sobs, and soon he collapsed and wept.

@koichi-ia

#对话 #语c #koichi ia #语c:high sun #blood mention tw

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another-whump-sideblog · 5 days

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Jane's Pets Chapter 98: Aftermath

TWs in the tags

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Puppy can't stop crying, and she doesn't know why.

This is good. Great, even. If Master could've prevented herself from healing, it would've come up by now, she's 98% sure of that. This is exactly what Master wanted. This means they won't be hurt anymore. She should be overjoyed.

But there's that 2% of doubt. The fear that this is a test makes Puppy want to put her muzzle and collar right back on. Every second she doesn't is another infraction, another reason for Master to punish her. Still, that's not the reason she's crying. It's something deeper than fear.

Is she grieving? For Master? She wanted to die. This is the best thing for everyone. The world has already gotten better because she died.

Still, it hurts to look at Master's body. She looks the same as any mudered child would. Puppy had always thought Master's corpse would be smiling if she somehow managed to die, but it's not. She just looks like a corpse, like someone sleeping with their eyes open.

Puppy closes Master's eyes. She really doesn't know why she's crying. Why is this so painful? This is the good ending. The outcome so good that she tried not to even think about it as a possibility because hope just hurts. If she can't be happy now, will she ever be happy?

She supposes that if Master's death didn't cause her suffering, she wouldn't have been able to kill Master at all. Maybe this is just how the magic works. She hopes it doesn't last long, she's not much use to Kitty and Bunny like this.

Strong arms wrap her in a hug.

"It's okay, it's okay." Bunny says, gently rocking back and forth. "We're safe, it's okay, it's okay for the first time in years. We're okay. And it's okay to cry. Let it all out, no one's going to stop you."

She lays her head on his shoulder and cries until she has no tears left, which isn't long at all. She's going to have to drink water without permission, eventually. She shudders.

“It would’ve come up by now if she could… leave her wounds open like that, right? In your opinion?”

Puppy nods.

“That’s what I thought! Like, I don’t think she had the patience for such a long trick.”

Puppy doesn’t either, but she's been wrong before.

“Um… I know it’s probably going to take a while for you to feel comfortable talking. That’s okay. It took me a while to feel comfortable without the collar, when I was… gone. And it’ll probably take a while again. So just know… it’s okay. There’s no rush. But also, I’m really excited to talk to you again, whether that’s today or years from now or anything in between. I’m excited to get to know you outside of Jane’s control— and to get to know Kitty outside of Jane’s control, and for you two to know me.”

It was just days ago that Puppy broke his hands. He was able to heal them, with Kitty’s help, but she still did it. It scares her, that he thinks there’s a real her hidden beneath what Master made her into. What if he’s wrong? It’ll hurt him so badly when he realizes he’s wrong…

Because she didn’t have to break his hands. Jane didn’t make her do that, she did that to stop Bunny from casting because she thought it was impossible for Master to die, and she was wrong. She made the wrong choice, and that’s not some simple mistake. She broke the hands of one of the two people she loves most in the world for no reason. She only made things worse.

She wants to apologize. She tries, but just the thought of speaking makes her throat close up with fear.

She thinks maybe this is part of why she was crying. She did so many horrible things under the assumption that there was no alternative, and it turns out there was. Master’s death is the death of her ability to justify how much she’s hurt people. She can’t push away her guilt without that justification, and it swallows her whole.

She should just die. She’s just like Master, the world would be better without her. Death was the answer to Master's problems, so it can be hers, too. She should just stay by Master’s side until she dies of dehydration like Master would want her to do. That would help the others, too, because Master would never let her die so quickly if she was just tricking them, so they could be even more sure Master is truly dead.

“I think… we should go upstairs.” Kitty says from somewhere behind her. “I don’t want to be here if we don’t have to.”

Puppy shakes her head. She’s not going to leave Master’s side. It’s the best for everyone.

Bunny hugs her a little tighter. “Puppy shook her head. Um… I don’t want any of us to be left alone right now…”

Kitty sighs. “Alright. So… what do we do now?”

Puppy wishes she could go upstairs. Obviously Bunny and Kitty don’t want to be here, and they’re staying for her. Just more suffering she’s causing them.

Bunny is quiet for a moment. "…What if it's not real? I feel so sure that if she could do that while she was alive she would've done it by now… but I felt so sure that Barron's magic could protect me, too. And that she was a safe person to follow home in the first place. And even after all the times I tried… it feels too easy."

"Well, you had doubts… you just pushed them away, right?"

"Well, yeah… Yeah, I guess that's it. I don't want to push the doubts away this time, and I'm afraid she's not actually dead." He goes quiet again, then starts laughing. "Fuck, I'm so stupid. If she's dead, magic won't work anymore, right?"

Bunny lets go of Puppy and gets up. "Magic doesn't work if you're trying to prove something, so I'll try to heal one of you. Um… I'm more certain that it might work on the Puppy's pressure sores than on acid burns, so I'll try that first."

Puppy lies down on the ground facing Master while Bunny collects his materials. Master's blood is mostly dry now.

Bunny says some words and does his thing, and Puppy doesn't feel anything change.

"We would definitely know if she could just… get rid of magic, right?"

Puppy nods. Master hated mages. The chance of her having the ability to get rid of all mages and not using it until now is even lower than the chance of her having the ability to not instantly heal and not using it until now.

"So– I mean, I could've wanted to prove she was dead badly enough to skew the results, but still. I also really wanted to heal you. This is– we have much more evidence that we're free this time than we ever had before, right? So we're not pushing away doubts, we're disproving them! Like, I ignored the sketchy things going on here when I first got here. I ignored how certain you and Puppy were that escaping wouldn't work, and how magic doesn't affect Jane the same way as it does everything else, when my only evidence I was safe was Barron's magic. I ignored evidence, but I'm not this time. The only evidence we have that she's alive is that she's tricked us before. And if we encounter more evidence, we definitely shouldn't ignore that, but for now… I think we can assume we're free. That's– that's what the evidence points to."

"Right, right. And… the worst that could happen if we assume she's dead and we're wrong is torture. Which is bad, obviously, but if we assume she's still alive and we're wrong… we'd torture ourselves trying to stick to her rules. And Puppy would die, because those rules include her not eating or drinking without permission. I'd… honestly prefer the former."

"Yeah, yeah!"

Their voices have slowly filled with excitement throughout the conversation. Puppy's happy for them. Once she's dead, they most likely won't ever have to worry about being tortured again.

"So– okay, I think our first step is– well, I'm thinking obviously we want to move out of here as soon as possible, right?" Bunny asks.

"Right. We can pack up some clothes and food, and Puppy will probably want to take her plushies. Everything else we can leave behind."

Puppy stops staring at Master's corpse for a moment and looks at the others. They should sell a bunch of this stuff, but how can she tell them that? She can't force herself to speak no matter how hard she tries. She turns back to Master.

"Where do you think we should go once we're packed?" Bunny is pacing the room excitedly.

“Well, Puppy knows how to get to the nearest grocery store, so that’s at least a start. Once we’re… around some other people… it’ll probably be easier to figure out our other options.”

“Hmm… Puppy, do you feel good about that plan?”

Puppy shakes her head.

“...Okay, so the first step is all getting on the same page. Do you want to keep living in this house?” Bunny’s voice is full of determination, the same way it was whenever he’d talk about killing Jane.

Puppy shakes her head. She doesn’t want to live at all.

“So we’re on the same page there, at least.” Kitty says. “Sorry for not checking sooner. Do you feel good about us packing up some food, clothes, and sentimental items before leaving?”

Puppy sits up and makes a 'so-so' gesture.

"Um… is there something else you think we should bring?"

Puppy makes another 'so-so' gesture.

"Hm…"

Both Kitty and Bunny seem fairly stumped. Puppy guesses that's fair, she probably wouldn't be able to figure out what she meant either if she was in their shoes. Even if she can nonverbally convey that she wants them to sell stuff, how could she instruct them on who to sell it to avoid unwanted questions?

She'll have to write it down. The idea scares her, but not as much as the idea of speaking does. She guesses she's never actually been punished for writing or signing without permission, because by the time those rules were established she was already very obedient. Thinking of speaking without permission brings to mind burning hot barbed wire digging into every part of her body, but thinking of writing without permission just brings up a general fear of disobedience.

She can't die yet. Bunny and Kitty need her. She'll probably have to be the one to actually sell the stuff, too. She sighs and scoops Master's body into her arms, then heads upstairs.

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else, or if you want to be added to or removed from the tag list!

Tag list: @eatyourdamnpears @whump-in-the-closet @scp-1296 @thecosmicmap @quins-whump-stuff

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#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #nonhuman whumper #multiple whumpees #pet whump #whumpee #whumper #man i might have to stop adding that tag soon...#whump caretaker #3rd person pov #torture mention tw #blood mention tw #child death tw #kinda #jane's pets

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littleruinedprince · 2 years

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I think some people forget just how weird some kids are. I see plenty of agere positivity posts that include something along the lines of "It's ok to be a regressor who has non-standard interests! Not everyone's regression is soft and fluffy!" but pretty much every post in the agere tag is plastered with DNI if your blog has anything you wouldn't show to a child!

Man... when I was a kid, I'm talking as young as 5 or 6, I was begging my parents to let me watch stuff like Call of Duty and Halo! One of my favorite games, Bioshock, is just as special and "kidcore" to me as stuff like Bluey or a sippycup. Skyrim's Dark Brotherhood were frequently the objects of many of my childish daydreams, and Fallout 3 used to keep me up at night even though the subway sections often scared me senseless!!

I liked to draw my favorite pokemon characters graphically murdering each other. I liked dark fanfiction and pretending I was a werewolf and growling at my classmates. I stayed up late on the computer watching freaky YouTube videos when my parents went to bed.

Maybe that came from a place of hurt inside, but I feel like it isn't acknowledged as often that kids are weird and gross and are sometimes captivated by the unnerving and fearsome.

Obviously some kiddos can't tolerate scary things, and that's completely valid, but don't forget the kids who's agere looks like Blood and Guts and Firecrackers and Happy Treehouse Friends and Bioshock and whatever else.

#agere #age regression #vent regression #Boyre #boy regressor #like i love being an adorable glamorous daddys girl as much as the next guy #but im not always captivated by the overall agere Aesthetic #murder mention #murder ment tw #blood mention #blood tw #blood mention tw

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confessions-of-a-bookworm · 1 year

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Narnia Incorrect Quotes 721/?

Edmund: Hey, Su, I got your text. What's the emergency?

Susan: I'm sitting in a pool of blood

Edmund:... Is it your blood?

Susan: Yes

Edmund: Where is it coming from?

Susan: Probably from the stab wound

Edmund: Have you been stabbed?

Susan: Oh yeah, definitely

Edmund: Why aren't you yelling in pain?

Susan: I don't want to create a scene

Edmund: Oh, okay

#confessions of a bookworm #narnia #chronicles of narnia #incorrect quotes #the pevensies #edmund pevensie #susan pevensie #blood mention tw

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b4rredteeth · 7 months

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@anchoragestartersLOCATION: anywhere on the street limited (4/5)

Benny wasn’t having a very good day, which… after what had happened recently, shouldn’t surprise him much. But given his track record, he figured he would’ve hit that love ache in the chest already and got back to his feet. His alcohol consumption and other vices said otherwise. He was leaning against his car, his nose stuffed with tissue paper against the blood that was coming out of it, dark bags under his eyes, and a cigarette hanging from his mouth, which he was trying to desperately light with his shaking hands.

The longer it took, the more he was growing frustrated. Even if he knew his frustration wasn’t at the fact that the damned cigarette wasn’t lighting. He growled and spit the cigarette back into his car, turning and allowing himself to slide down to the dirty sidewalk. He’d made a mistake thinking he could cut Mei off, he’d made a mistake thinking it wouldn’t shatter him, because he hadn’t considered she might already love him. And he hadn’t thought he might actually want her back.

“Hey you,” he said to the first passerby. “Got steady hands? I can’t seem to use a fucking lighter.” He held the thing out but didn’t get up. He was starting to realise how drunk he was.

#bennythreads #alcohol tw #smoking mention tw #minor injury tw #crude tw #blood mention tw #anchoragestarters

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brandstifter-sys · 4 months

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Birthday Spider

Word count: 1123 (Ao3)

Rating: T

Pairing: Dukexiety

Warnings: explosions, sex mention, blood mention, cartoon physics

Virgil wakes up to a surprise on his birthday. Of course it's a Remus-style surprise, so things get a little crazy.

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Virgil knew it was suspicious that he had gone to bed alone the night before. His over exuberant boytoy was always begging to snuggle all night—possibly naked. But Remus hadn't even suggested it. In fact, it was so suspicious that Virgil really should have seen this coming.

He was roused from his sleep by an unpleasant smell. It took a minute of burying his face in his pillow for everything to click.

He jolted up and threw himself to his feet.

Something was burning!

He had a fire extinguisher on his wall. If he found the source he could—

All of his thoughts went out of his mind when he saw the giant purple cake with black spider web decorations. It was beautiful, uneven and sharp, but it was too big, even for him—and he could eat more than everyone else combined!

And then a familiar set of notes played from the cake. Virgil knew that particular beat all too well.

Oh no

He inched back and sat down. It was probably the best way he could stay safe. He knew something was coming.

BANG

Virgil squeezed his eyes shut and held up his arms to shield himself from the sugary debris.

The top half of the cake exploded, revealing the source of the burning smell.

“It’s your birthday so I know you want to ri-i-ide out!” Remus sang as the smoke cleared.

Virgil coughed and glared at the shameless imp. He was standing proudly in the middle of the red cake in burnt tatters of his clothes. They were so thoroughly destroyed that he could see the upside down purple heart pasties covering his nipples.

Worse yet, he was beaming with wide, manic eyes and the ends of his mustache were on fire, like fucking candles. To top off Remus' exaggerated look, he was covered in smears of ash and frosting.

“Dude!” Virgil snapped and waved his hand to stop the music.

“Happy birthday!” Remus cheered and threw his arms out in a dramatically showy gesture.

“What the fuck?!”

“I'm celebrating your birthday! And I'm your sexy present to use however you want!” Remus jeered and brought his hand to his chest. He fluttered his lashes and blew a kiss.

“You're on fire,” Virgil deadpanned.

Remus giggled and licked his fingers. He pinched the ends of his mustache and wiggled his shoulders.

“How do you expect me to not catch fire when you're so hot?” Remus jeered.

Virgil sighed and rubbed his temples. He was going to get a headache from this flirt’s antics. He was already going to have to clean up the mess.

“Remus, how did you get inside the cake?”

“Well I baked it around myself of course! And then I used my special talents to decorate it!” Remus laughed.

“That's why you're covered in ashes and your clothes are burnt.”

“You would have torn them to shreds anyway!” Remus giggled, “We both know how much of an animal you can be!”

“Did your pants burn up?”

“Yes, yes they did!”

“Fix that,” Virgil said and ran his hand through his hair, only mildly pissed off that there was frosting in his mane.

“Aw! But I'm ready for you to use and abuse with your massive—”

“Remus, what's the point of a present if I can't unwrap it?” he cut the duke off. He knew Remus could see through his excuse, but he could hope Remus was intrigued by the prospect.

“Kinky!” Remus jeered and wiggled his eyebrows. He at least waved his hand and conjured something to cover his special duchy.

The absurdity of the situation finally caught up with Virgil once he knew that Remus was covered. He was still covered in cake splatter, and his ridiculous boytoy was posing inside the destroyed cake like some kind of pin up. Everything was a mess and Remus looked ridiculous. Virgil was torn between laughing and crying.

While he let his emotions settle, Virgil decided that he really did not want cake all over his face. He lifted the bottom of his shirt and wiped away the mess, knowing full well that there would be more mess to come.

AWOOGA

Virgil paused his clean up and glanced at Remus, just in time to see his head return to its normal shape from a train whistle. The little shit’s eyes bugged out of his skull and his tongue hung out of his mouth like a cartoon character.

“Seriously? You can't even see that much skin, you dork!” Virgil scoffed and realized that he would have to change his shirt. With a sigh he reluctantly pulled his tee over his head.

This time he expected the small explosion. Remus was hovering in the air, running in place and leering at him.

Virgil accepted his fate the second he tossed his shirt aside. Remus zoomed into his lap and immediately ran his hands all over Virgil’s exposed torso. Little purple and green hearts seemed to bubble up from his shoulders.

“Jeez!”

“I am a simple man! I see my boyfriend's tiddies and I have to touch!” Remus jeered and smiled up at him, “Especially if it makes his birthday better!”

Virgil couldn't help himself when he met Remus' gaze. The little Looney Toon was so excited and cute, covered in the cake he made. Of course Virgil had to lick up some of the frosting on his cheek.

Remus immediately turned red, like a curtain had been drawn from his feet to his head. Virgil chuckled as he went rigid and steam shot from his ears.

And then he relaxed and clung to Virgil with hearts in his eyes and little gargoyle cupids circling his head.

“Buttercream?” Virgil asked with a bemused smirk. Remus nodded and grinned like a dopey puppy.

“Not bad. But it needs something else,” Virgil teased and ran his tongue over the same cheek, picking up frosting, cake, and ash. Remus absolutely melted, at least his bones did.

“Much better. Red velvet?”

“Mhm, with extra fresh blood!” Remus responded in a daze.

“Must be your blood,” Virge mused and cleaned up his entire room with a wave of his hand. He cleaned himself and the duke and got Remus in some pajama pants.

“How did you know?” Remus giggled as Virgil scooped him up.

“It's sweeter than usual,” Virgil said and dragged Remus under the covers. He curled up around the flustered duke and kissed his forehead.

“Since you're my present, you get teddy bear duty for now,” Virgil hummed and relaxed his head on the pillow. Remus immediately rolled over and clung to him. He could use a nap with his Scare Bear, and any fun stuff could wait, as long as Virgil was happy and his.

#virgil sanders #remus sanders #dukexiety #sanders sides #sex mention tw #explosion mention tw #food mention tw #blood mention tw #cartoon physics #sandyscribed #yes it's late but shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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thelasttime · 9 days

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forgot to mention but i've been volunteering in an emergency department every tuesday for a few months now and it happens to be the same hospital where i was born!! and when i went to go get my blood taken for a tuberculosis test, they asked me if i've ever been a patient in the hospital ever (so they could pull up any previous records) and i was like ,, technically YES ,, but i was JUST BORN. turns out she was able to find the record they made when i was born <3

#.txt #very cute #just by looking for my birthday and last name yeah #blood mention tw #hospitals tw

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luxlightly · 4 months

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So I had to have emergency second surgery because I woke up in a lot of pain and started gushing blood after the hysterectomy and passed a clot the nurse described as "the size of a chicken egg".

I'm totally fine now and it wasn't internal hemorraging or anything. The hysterectomy itself was totally fine. I just apparently have a very small vagina and it must have gotten a tear being held open during the surgery which didn't become apparent until I came out of anesthesia. I needed to go back under to get it stitched up and I'm totally fine now. Really not even in any pain, just mild discomfort.

I've been sleeping for a few hours and got up to go to the bathroom and take my next round of pain meds but I'm going back to sleep now, just wanted to give an update to anyone wondering how the surgery went. Answer: weird

#surgery tw #medical procedure tw #blood mention tw

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shoshanna-hart · 7 months

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who: shoshanna & @beck-hartman where: the lighthouse when: september 26, sometime after 3 am

Blood. There was so much blood. And that noise, who was screaming? Were they okay? They sounded really upset…someone help her! Why was no one worried about her? Was someone laughing? It sounded so familiar, that laugh…echoing in her ears…SHOSHANNA!

Shosh woke with a gasp, shooting upright in her bed and clawing at her throat. It was raw from screaming, that laugh still ringing through her head. She whipped the covers back, looking down at her legs. They were clean. No blood. Taking a deep breath, Shosh tried to calm herself down so she could go back to sleep. She tossed and turned, wishing she had stayed the night at Beck’s, or that he had stayed at hers. Instead, she hugged the pillow he had last slept on closer to her, hoping his scent would relax her.

And while it steadied her breathing, Shosh could not push the memories nightmares out of her head or calm her racing heart. The shadows in her room began to take the shape of that laughing face, the monster under her bed. She squeezed her eyes shut, holding the pillow closer still, but it didn’t stop. Finally, she gave up - her fight or flight was taking over, and she was choosing flight. Again. She needed to get out of here, get somewhere that felt safe. Briefly, she considered waking Beck up, nothing was safer than him. One glance at the clock shut that idea down, though. Not to mention the fact that this…panic attack, was this a panic attack? would force her to explain the reality of her past.

There was one place she knew she could go, though. One place that was as ingrained in her memory as it was on her skin. One place that had been an oasis during the tumult of her childhood. Shosh put on an old Merrock High sweatshirt - one that once belonged to Beck, like she did, but had lost his scent shortly after she lost him. She snagged a ring stolen from him as well, something to occupy her trembling fingers. Without hesitation, Shosh ran through the rain to her car, starting it and pulling onto the street. Barely able to focus enough to turn on her headlights.

It was only a small miracle that she made it to the lighthouse safely. Thankfully, muscle memory allowed her to find it in the dark of the storm, the same muscle memory that reminded her how to break in after hours. Grabbing a blanket from the backseat, a leftover habit from her days living in her car, Shosh made her way inside and quickly climbed the stairs, the strain of her muscles distracting her from the strain of her history.

Breathless, she reached the top. The light was still going, loyal and true after decades of service. No matter what happened outside, this was a constant. A source of faith, quite literally a guiding light for those boats, shipwrecked or lost, seeking shelter at its port. Looking out at the sea, she found comfort in the way the white peaks crashed, rising and breaking, rising and breaking. If nature herself could be this calamitous and still be considered sacred, maybe the same could be said about her.

Here, the ghosts of her past shifted from images of tragedy and despair into those of innocence, of love. These were the ghosts Shosh would gladly be haunted by for the rest of her life. She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders, fighting off shivers that were beginning to wrack her body - whether it was the rain or her nightmares that had chilled her to the bone, she was unsure. Either way, she was safe here. Of that, she had no doubt. There was only one who could find her here, and judging by the creaking of the rusty door downstairs, he just had.

#putting under cut simply because it is so long #ptsd tw #anxiety tw #panic attack tw #blood mention tw #{ thread || beck }#thread

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