#but it's mild

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

Picking Up The Pieces

“Bloody hell, Oggy, let ‘im be!”

Nick has to use all his strength to grab his best friend by the shoulders and pry him off the split-lipped hipster that he’s pinned to the pub’s floor. And it’s only thanks to Cormoran’s state of inebriation and a possible concussion that Nick manages to steer his loudly protesting friend to the exit, past curious and mildly shocked patrons, and then out and into the street.

“Lemme go!” Outside, Cormoran shrugs out of Nick’s grip, swaying. “That fucker deserves another…” He trails off as he swings back to the pub’s entrance.

Nick, relatively sober, steps between him and the door with raised hands.

“That ‘fucker’ is going to get you arrested,” he warns sternly. “And you’ll get court martialed. Dishonorably discharged. Kicked out of SIB. Or at least demoted.”

“I don’t care.” Blood dripping from one thick eyebrow onto his camouflage jacket, Cormoran stares at the door with big, maddened eyes that carry just a hint of sadness.

“Yeah, you do,” Nick contradicts him. “And you’ll regret this deeply if you don’t walk away now.”

For a moment, Cormoran just stands there, half-leaning his large torso against Nick’s impeding palms. Nick can see the cogs turning in his mate’s bull-headed, intoxicated brain. Slowly. Fuelled by rage that seems to have become a terrifying, constant companion of his lately. But Oggy is thinking, and that’s a start.

“Hey, come on, mate.” Nick pats his shoulder. “One stupid army slur is not worth it. The guy had no idea what he was talking about. Spoiled hipster brat.”

Nostrils flaring once more, Cormoran exhales. Then he grunts and shakes his head, like an angry bull who’s decided to let the matador live another day. 

“Lucky I din’ kick ‘is teeth all the way to Kabul,” he grumbles. With a huff, he turns away and almost loses his balance doing so.

“Whoa, okay!” Nick rushes to grab Cormoran by the arm and steady him. There’s quite an alarming amount of blood on his face by now, originating from a wound by his hairline. “Let’s take a few steps and go somewhere I can look at you without the police swooping in. Not sure someone didn’t call them.”

He leads a still-reluctant Cormoran down the street and around two corners until he finds a bench under a streetlight and sits his big friend down. 

“Lemme see that,” he announces and reaches out to inspect Cormoran’s forehead. 

“Oy!” Cormoran swats at him. “What the fuck-”

“You’re bleeding.” 

“So what?”

Annoyed, Cormoran wipes at his face, smearing the blood all over his cheek. 

“‘S nuthin’,” he states when he looks at his reddened hand.

Nick sighs. Stupid Cornish bravado.

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?”

“Med school already gettin’ to yer head, is it?” Cormoran raises one condescending eyebrow but Nick isn’t offended. This is the alcohol talking, amplifying their usual brotherly teasing of each other.

“Well, tonight, my medical training may help keep you out of A&E, and I know how much you love going there, so shut the hell up and let me see that stupid head of yours!”

Grudgingly, Cormoran surrenders. He holds still, exuding indignance and beer fumes while Nick tilts his head and looks for the source of the bleeding. He finds a cut that is partially hidden in Cormorans very short but very dense curls and extends almost to his temple. The area around it is swollen and already starting to turn purple. 

“You’re gonna look really pretty tomorrow, mate,” Nick says, prodding gently.

“Ow!” Cormoran flinches dramatically.

“Oh, come on…”

“Wha’? That hurts.”

Nicks rolls his eyes. His friend has clearly entered the pouty stage of tonight’s bender, and, from experience, melancholia will follow close behind. Both are better than all that pent-up anger Cormoran has been carrying around lately with no place to go. Nick knows that every person grieves differently, but it’s been more than a year that Leda died, and Cormoran seems to have become stuck in the rage stage. And Charlotte’s latest escapades haven’t helped with that.

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

Nick is waving his hand in front of his friend’s face.

Cormoran squints. “Three.” 

“Good. Follow my finger with your eyes.”

Nick runs him through the basic concussion protocol, satisfied that Cormoran’s disbalance and slurred speech seem to be a result of too many beers rather than being caused by the head wound. The cut, however, is still bleeding sluggishly.

“I’m sorry, Oggy, but this’ll need stitches.”

It’s Cormoran’s turn to sigh now, deeper and longer than Nick. He looks up at him with doleful eyes.

“Can’t you do it? Stitch me up?” 

Frowning, Nick studies his best friend for a moment. Intimidating and utterly terrifying only minutes ago, Cormoran now manages to look small and forlorn, misery rolling off those broad, drooping shoulders like a heavy mist.

“Alright,” Nick finally agrees. He’s not a certified doctor yet, and, technically, he should take Cormoran to an ER. But what harm can a little suturing do? He’s certainly practiced it enough. “We’ll have to make it to my place, though. And I’m not a plastic surgeon. It will leave a scar.”

Cormoran waves a floppy hand.

“Who cares. `S not like there’s anything to ruin.”

There it comes. Melancholia.

“Alright.” Nick fishes a fresh paper tissue from his jacket pocket and pushes it against the wound. This time, Cormoran barely flinches. “Keep pressure on that while we walk.” He hooks one hand under his friend’s armpit and pulls. “Up you go, come on!”

Groaning like Atlas, the world on his shoulders, Cormoran pushes himself up off the bench and, not minding Nick’s supporting arm, they begin their trek to Nick’s apartment. 

#whumptober 2023 #no.1 #how many fingers am i holding up? #cormoran strike #bbc strike #fanfic #fanfiction #whump #but it's mild #hurt/comfort #nick herbert #friendship #blood cw #grief cw

[ash-rigby]

"We need more unapologetically weird folks!" you guys can't even handle furries

#text #mild

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Knowledge Revenge.

#dungeon meshi #chilchuk tims #senshi #Somewhat of an unofficial sequel to the Dragon Comic. I promise I have more versatility in my jokes. I just had to take this opportunity. #Senshi is pretty much a recluse. I think he would know a few of these 'gottems' but not all. #Chilchuck would know gottems that are nearly lost to time. The deep cuts. The ones that you fall for because they are that obscure. #I would also like to take a moment to confess that after the last comic in which I posed a gottem - #I fell victim to a Mind Goblin Attack. I was thoroughly got. I will be on higher alert this time. #So NOBODY be funny in the tags. I am gullible and I like to share things with my friends. Who are *ruthless*. #I have a mild resistance to Vicious Mockery at this point but I can only take so much. #Happy Thistle Thursday Everyone! See you next week!

[teaboot]

Thinking back to the good early days before my skin grew back when people could shake their heads at me and say "masks are a government conspiracy" and instead of navigating the bullshit like a normal person I could pull mine down and say "I have chemical burns on my face"

#They were mild but grody looking #Always an up side

[staff]

Tumblr Tuesday: Day of the Mushroom

Happy Tuesday, and a happy Day of the Mushroom to all who celebrate those delicious, brainy lifeforms. Whether you love them or loathe them, please feast your eyes on these delightful depictions of all manner of fungi—many but not all of which were created during @feefal's #funguary art challenge.

@amandaherzman:

@kaseeblu:

@my-craft:

@themeltingmoons:

@greenfinchg:

@rolitae:

@passionpeachy:

@achromicrain:

@kateammann:

@blackvalor666:

@willowwormwood:

@reyofblack:

@ellatamara:

@humanmaybe:

@rachybee-says:

@tofupixel:

#tumblr tuesday #day of the mushroom #fungi #funguary #mushroom art #funguary2024 #illistration #artists on tumblr #mild body horror #mushrooms #long post

[ditzybat]

tim with a knife in his hands: damian, step away from the computer

damian reading superbat fanfiction on tim’s personal laptop: i wanted to play roblox, but this is adequate writing, are you in need of a beta reader by chance?

#damian: i made art as well #tim: i don’t know how i feel about you drawing mild nudity of our dad and his friends #damian; grow a pair - a bicep is not nudity - and besides you wrote it #dc #tim drake #damian wayne #bruce wayne #clark kent #red robin #robin #batman #superman #batfam #batbros #superbat

[gambeque]

i made a spidaman (theythem)

edit: their name is Sumo (jesús contreras)

#myart #atsv spoilers #mild #spiderman #across the spiderverse #miguel ohara #spidersona #original character #spiderverse

[danidoesathing]

J.K. Simmons playing J. Jonah Jameson in every timeline has to be one of the funniest running gags ive seen in a movie. anyone can be Spiderman but there can only be one J. Jonah Jameson

#obsessed with this movie already #I think its funny that its just this one guy's destiny to be a mild nuisance for Spiderman #spiderman #across the spiderverse #spider man #across the spider verse #Spiderman across the spiderverse #j jonah jameson #dani speaks #spiderverse

[mag200]

(me on a first date) and what do you think of the inherent intimacy of surgery? have you considered the love someone must have to put their hands under your skin and hold the most grotesque parts of you and put them back together nicely? is anyone really closer to you than that? we all get uh a little enamored on the surgery table don't we haha. wait come back

#coming up soon on a year since my top surgery <3 #idk if this needs content warnings but probably #surgery tw #mild body horror #everyone be cool on this post. look me in the eyes promise me rn. everyone act cool. #gender tag

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Instead of Dick or Tim, Red Hood straight up goes for kidnapping Bruce Wayne and keeping him hostage just to see how desperate the birds get in trying to find him.

It’s a foolproof plan. Batman won’t blow his cover unless absolutely necessary, and “Brucie” would never know how to slip away from a crime lord of Red Hood’s caliber. It’s foolproof. It’s perfect. Jason can keep dropping hints and make threats towards the birds and watch Bruce squirm without consequences if he plays this right.

But then “Brucie” keeps begging him not to hurt his kids…

#Jason miscalculated #seeing Batman frightened is one thing #but without the cowl he’s just Bruce #and Bruce was Jason’s DAD #it’s pretty hard to see him plead like that #and ffs Jason was just suggesting MILD torture with Tim #now stop CRYING Brucie omG #Jason is totally NOT close to tears himself no fucking way #meanwhile dick and Tim: #SCREAMING IN DISTRESS #jason todd #batfamily #batfam #dick grayson #robin #tim drake #bruce wayne #red hood #Nightwing #batdad #prompts #fic #titans tower au does this count? #enemy to caretaker for certain tho #or more like #enemy to son #or enemies to family? #huh #Batman #fanfiction

[naomistares]

harrowhark has suffered more than jesus

#cw blood #cw mild nudity #blood #this is kind of biblically inaccurate #i didn't really reread anything else #art #artists on tumblr #the locked tomb #digital art #tlt #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #htn #gtn #harrowhark nonagesimus #harryanthe #harrianthe #cw ianthe tridentarius #cw devastation

[underwhelmingalchemist]

I personally headcanon that the reason that the townsfolk all unquestioningly accept the farmer despite them being the weirdest person (?) alive is that they've all lived in the same tiny, rural, seemingly isolated town for most of their lives and have no real experience with someone from outside it. They probably just accept that that's just how cityfolk are, and it would be rude to question it. Like yeah, they sometimes barge into their bedrooms wearing a trashcan lid as a hat, present them with their favorite meal, and then fuck off to fish until they pass out at two in the morning, and routinely take one-way trips to Calico Desert with no way to get back, only to be spotted heading into the mines early the next morning, but they're from Zuzu city. Besides, that meal they pulled out of their backpack was pretty damn good

#they have no frame of reference and a wizard in their backyard #this is the fairy on the doorstep- mild mental reframing is required but it makes more sense than the alternative #stardew valley #sdv #sdv headcanons #sdv farmer

[ash-rigby]

*kisses you while you're in the middle of infodumping* Sorry, you're just being really sexy right now. Continue.

#text #mild

[rumov]

my favorite scene from HoO

#pjo #nico di angelo #jason grace #frank zhang #drawing #the weird thing is that recently jason has transformed into almost this laios-like guy to me. like what #he’s the freakiest guy in the room easily it’s just hidden under his mild-mannered appearance

[voltaical-art]

do you guys ever think about how Wyll is introduced as an archetypal fantasy hero, but then it turns out he’s a warlock, who made a pact with a devil. Do you ever think about how Ansur is described as this fantastical dragon of myth, but then when you find him, he’s turned into an undead monstrosity. Do you think about how when Wyll does the right thing, he is punished to become more monstrous. Do you think about how as Wyll’s warlock powers grow, his spells get more horrific. Do you think about how Ansur was killed by his closest friend. Do think about how Wyll was cast out by the most important person in his life. do you guys ever think about Ansur and Wyll.

#tw mild gore #bg3 #wyll ravengard #bg3 ansur #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #ask to tag #wahoo had a lot of fun with the colors in this #we could have had it alllllll wyll shouldve been able to bond with the dragon #like ough how do you think wyll feels about casting spells like eyebite and blight #the ending of his quest is so.... lackluster #i like the emperor i think hes really interesting but like... he does kinda swoop in and take over the end of wyll's personal quest...

[ghouljams]

Simon Riley who settles his full weight on you when you open your arms to him. Who, without fail, will shove a thick thigh between your legs as you try to adjust to his weight. Who pushes said thigh just that bit harder against you when your hips shift, when you try to find a comfortable angle with your newly, forcibly, spread legs. Who curls over you like an animal, who makes sure you feel each little shift of your cunt against his thigh as you try to push him off. The layers of clothes you're each wearing mean nothing when you can feel the hard press of his cock against your hip, the aching needy heat between your legs. You may think you're being sneaky when you finally start to rub your clothed cunt against his firm thigh, but he can feel every little twitch from you.

"That's it," he'll tell you, "rub yourself dumb, wanna know that pussy's nice and wet before I break it open."

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #mw2 ghost #ghost cod #mild cnc #i been thinking about it #about ghost just using his bigness against you #its all cnc because what am i gonna do fight him??? #not a cha ce #f!reader