#but very mild

[freshairforrabbits]

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"Please, please, please, oh, fuck, god— I can't. I can't. I—"

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"Jake?... Jake, hey. Hey, man, it's... Are you— are you trying to call someone?"

pretty boy snuff film chapter 16: returns;

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"What happens to a house when it is left alone?... It becomes worn and aged, and it's paint peels. And it's foundations begin to sink... when it goes for too long unlived in."

Audio from anatomy by Kitty Horrorshow.

"No one is just one person, you, for example, are both Cain and Abel." Quote in the first image from Cain by José Saramago.

First Image has the Cain quote in black lettering above it. VHS noise corrupts the picture of cell clusters against a yellow-orange background. At the top is the floor plan to a narrow apartment. In the middle is a flipped and corrupted image of younger Jake Sully with the words You Are Here stamped under his head. The word rape repeats over and over in the remaining space below. Pretty boy snuff film stamps across the image as the video plays.

Second image is a public road sign for a church. There is the outline of a child's body inside of the negative space. A no signal message repeats over and over in the right corner.

Third image is the cross section of an underground system dug out by an animal. Two of the burrows say house, while one says no, no, no, no.

Fourth image is an advertisement for ammunition with a safe place sign overlaying it. The safe place sign is a bigger figure with their arms wrapped around a smaller one. Blood splatters the image and text.

Fifth image is a public domain advertisement drawing of a rabbit being chased by a hunting dog for Western Ammunition in 1908 by Lynn Hunt.

Sixth image is the military power and control wheel, signs of sexual and physical violence by a military spouse with text purposefully whited out in each spoke of the wheel.

Seventh image is the loss of bark, sapwood and heartwood of a tree over decades and after exposure to fire damage.

Images are all public domain with zero restrictions on use from Wikimedia Commons. Video editing and photo manipulation by freshairforrabbits.

Link to the fic itself, mind the tags.

#pretty boy film #anatomy of a house #glitching #flashing #but very mild #my art #never done video editing before this so it has been an adventure #technically wip Wednesday but fuck it we ball #horror #video post #eyestrain #got inspired to listen to the anatomy tapes again and went ham in the middle of the night #wildest chapter yet #or it will be once i finish it #my writing #my fanfics

[humblefryingpan]

Does anyone else hate drawing themselves? Like I just did a little doodle of myself bc I like my outfit and it feels so cringy?

It's like every time I draw something just for me (that includes giving ocs my sexuality) I feel self centered yk.

Like "this oc has the same sexuality as me so I need to make sure I have more ocs that don't "

#minor vent #but very mild #drawing #ocs #myself

[kakusu-shipping]

Talk it out

so... It's been a year. How about some more Overwatch Self Insert Fanfiction because. You know. I'm normal.

Mountain's Peak (Part 1)

Nepal Sanctum (Part 2)

In which Zenyatta and I do not talk it out

"You must learn to BLOCK, brother!" Ramattra's voice boomed in a hearty laugh as he locked arms with Zenyatta, easily hoisting the smaller monk from the ground.

"I apologize I was not built with bullet proof eye beams for arms." Zenyatta snarked, brushing himself off, taking account of any new scratches he may have gained from hitting the hard stone floor.

The two Omnics stood in a training ground of sorts. The Shambali wasn't one for violence, but still had a space for learning martial arts, a small platform alone in a corner at the top of some shakily built stone steps.

Those who'd used this temple before the Monks have moved in may have found more value in fighting than Mondatta, using training as a sort of meditation. Humans were more effective at using their minds when their entire bodies were involved as well.

"Heads up," Another of the Omnics who'd joined Ramattra and Zenyatta for training called, "Human, 3 o'clock."

Speak of the devil...

The human in question was Emile, a child claiming to be an Omnic healer. Another mechanic who thinks he knows Omnic's bodies better than they do. He was short, young, with white hair and red eyes, and was annoyingly fascinated with Zenyatta. Perhaps become the monk had, regrettably, saved his life.

He stood at the bottom of the short stairs that led to training, wrapped tightly in four layers of Master Mondatta's own robes. He looked like a marshmallow. It made Zenyatta want to set him alight and see if he'd turn golden brown, or bun charcoal black.

"Allow me.." Ramattra spoke softly into Zenyatta's sensor, handing the smaller Omnic his staff as he stepped between Zen and the marshmallow, taking a step down one stair.

"Human, good to see you!" The Ravager's voice came out chipper enough, he'd been practicing feigning agreement with humans, "It is rather cold out here, is it not? You'd best head inside lest you catch something worse than a cold this time."

The human had been living in the Monastary for 3 months now and in that time seemed to have been hit with every possible issue a human could catch due to the cold and altitude of the Shambali mountain. If Master Mondatta physically had a heart it surly would have exploded with stress by now.

"Right..." The human spoke softly, voice muffled into the 3 scarves wrapped around his head like a mummy's gauze. They rung their small hands together and stared that disgustingly big eyed stare at Ramattra, "I just.. wanted to see what you all were doing...?"

"Oh, it's rather boring, I am just teaching my siblings some basic self defense. Nothing you would find interesting I'm sure." Ramattra continued his false chipper tone, clasping his hands together as he leaned forward slightly to be more at height with the human without having to get any closer to him.

Emile's eyes lit up as he reached to pull the scarf away from his mouth, "Self defense?? Like Hand to Hand combat??" Ramattra stood back up, and even leaned back some from the human's sudden excitement. Perhaps the ravager should have lied, as now the human was doing that freaky muttering to himself, this time about the types of combat a Ravager would be programed with, seeing at they were designed to carry heavy pulse rifles but capable of handling most weapon types and even improvisation on the battle field going so far as to use their fellow Null Sector robots-

"That's Enough." Zenyatta's voice barked.

Emile snapped from his train of thought to find Zenyatta standing between the human and Ramattra, the larger Omnic gripping tightly to himself, collapsed into a crouch on the stairs as others from their group comforted them.

"Wh-.. O-Oh! Oh I'm sorry I f-" Emile rushed to apologize, but stopped as Zenyatta stomped down the short stairs.

"You Forgot?" Zenyatta finished Emile's attempt at explanation, "You FORGOT?" He spoke louder, now toe to toe with the small human. The two were the same age, but Zenyatta had the privilege of being built at adult height, where as the human before him still had quiet a bit of growing to do.

Emile gripped onto his robes, his hands shook and tears pricked his eyes. He was pathetic. The sight of him was enough to remind Zenyatta why he'd never get along with humans. They made him sick.

"I-I didn't.. R-Ramattra, I'm sorry-"

Zenyatta grabbed the front of Master Mondatta's robes, using them to hoist the little human off the ground. The robes were white and gold, they shimmered in the sun, and were woven thick to protect the Master Mondatta's exposed wiring from the harsh weather. This human had no right to wear them. He had no right to be here.

"Z-Zenyatta.." Ramattra's voice came out shaky from back on the stairs, "I-I am okay," he lied, "it's alright..."

Zenyatta kept his sensors locked on the human for another moment, then with a noise akin to a huff, released his grasp on him. The small human with the ground with a thud as Zenyatta turned and made his way back up the stairs. He helped his shaking brother to his feet, and marched off silently.

The following day, and the day thereafter the human avoided Zenyatta, and for a moment he'd believed he'd finally scared the little man off for good.

"Zen. Human's here."

But only for a moment.

Zenyatta glanced over his shoulder to see the human, wrapped today in nearly 6 layers of robes and 5 scarves. Zenyatta was unaware Master Mondatta had that many clothes.

Ramattra, whomst Zenyatta had been sparing against, made a move to get between Zenyatta and the human once again. Zenyatta stopped him and turned to face the human.

"What do you want, human?" He spoke low, already annoyed from being once again tossed around easily by his siblings while training.

The human's usual habit of grabbing onto the hem of his robes nearest his chest while speaking seemed to be foiled today, as the many layers of cloth kept him from bending his arms. "I was... hoping I could watch you all spar..."

"Oh?" Zenyatta tilted his head, crossing his arms, "So you are the kind of human who gets a kick out of watching Omnics fight one another?"

"H-huh? N-No I-"

"I believe the town at the base of the mountain has an underground Robot fighting ring. Perhaps you could get some scraps of our fallen siblings from the butcher on your way and build your own, sense you're such an amazing mechanic."

"Brother..." Ramattra's voice made it clear he thought Zenyatta was being just a touch harsher than necessary. Zenyatta shrugged his brother's hand off his shoulder and took at step to the human, tears once again welling in his big pathetic red eyes.

Zenyatta leaned slightly to be level with the human, and spoke as low as he could get his voice modulator to go, "For the last time, you are not welcome here. If you truly wanted to help my siblings, you would do us all a favor, and Die."

The Omnic stood up straight once more, and gave a just hard enough kick to the human's chest to knock him off balance, toppling him over without damaging any of his pathetic human parts. He then spun around and once again left the training ground earlier than he would have liked with Ramattra in toe.

"Brother Zenyatta. Do you know why I asked you to come meditate with me this afternoon?" Master Mondatta's voice flowed as he stepped into his room, Zenyatta already seated in the center, rolling a meditation orb around himself for entertainment.

"No, Master Mondatta, I am afraid I lost my ability to read minds when I gained sentience, you see." Zenyatta hummed as he turned to face Mondatta, and instantly lost all the joy he'd gotten from sassing Mondatta.

Beside the elder monk was, once again, the human. Wrapped now in nearly 10 layers of robes and too many scarves to count. This was getting ridiculous, they were INSIDE master Mondatta's home, it was nearly 3pm on the sunniest summer day in the Shambali. There may be snow on the ground but it was WARM out there. The human can't even put his arms down!

Mondatta's hand placed gently on the human's shoulder, "I believe you and Brother Emile have gotten off on the wrong foot, and you, Brother Zenyatta, are allowing that first meeting to cloud your judgment of Emile."

Zenyatta continued to roll his mediation orb around himself, "I do not know what you are talking about, Master Mondatta. The human and I have been getting along just fine. We simply do not have many chances to speak."

"Then consider this your chance." Mondatta lead the human to sit on a meditation mat in from of Zenyatta, patting the little man's shoulder's, "Talk it out. I will be in the hallway."

With that, Mondatta turned heel and left the room, closing the door beind him.

Zenyatta couldn't seen the human's face through the many many scarves but he was sure he was just as uncomfortable with this prospect as he was.

The two sat in silence for a while, the only sound being Zenyatta's orb rolling on the stone floor. Minutes passed in what felt like hours, and before long Zenyatta was pulling himself up from the floor and walking to tword the door.

The monk stopped when something snagged the bottom of his pant leg. He glanced down to see the human, covered so heavily in cloth they could truly be anything under there, but he was still human all the same.

"Z-Zenyatta, I..." He trailed off. Zenyatta considered giving him a moment, hearing him out like Master Mondatta asked, perhaps finally making peace with the young human... He then released how pointless that would be.

The monk yanked his leg free and spat out his words, "Don't touch me." before turning to continue to the door, only to be blinded suddenly by a thick robe.

Zenyatta pulled Mondatta's robe from his head, then turned to see the human standing, one robe and many scarves less, his face finally visible and scrunched up in anger, red from both the emotion and the head of his many many layers.

Zenyatta's head tilted, "Now you are disrespecting Master Mondatta's robes?"

"I'm trying... to talk to you.." The human's voice shook, "Like Master Mondatta asked me to..."

"Do you do everything Brother Mondatta asks of you?" Zenyatta folded the robe neatly over his arm, "If he told you to die, would you?"

"He would never do that..."

"Right. Because he's soft."

"Because he's NICE. Unlike you."

"We were all "nice" once. Perhaps he just hasn't met the right human yet."

The human paused, Zenyatta hoped perhaps this pointless back and forth was over. He watched the human grab at the hem of his robe once more.

"This isn't fair.. I wasn't the one who-"

Zenyatta once again grabbed the human by the front of Mondatta's robe, yanking him closer, "You know NOTHING of what they did to me- Us, human." Zenyatta managed to just barley correct himself, "So do not talk like you do."

The human's eye pricked with tears. Zenyatta wanted to hit him. To punch and punch and punch, to let out everything on this tiny, pathetic little human who dared enter their home away from their kind, to disturb his peace, his safety. That would solve nothing. He knew that...

But still...

Emile collapsed to the floor, his cheek bright red. Something had cracked on impact. Blood pooled from his mouth onto Mondatta's beautiful white robes.

Zenyatta gripped his wrist to stop the shaking. He could still feel it. The human's small fingers on his exposed wire.

The human coughed loudly, suddenly the door to Mondatta's room swung open, the monk quickly coming in with questions of what happened. Zenyatta turned heel and ran, brushing past his brother, ignoring his calls to return at once.

He wasn't sure where he was going

He wasn't sure he'd return either..

#Emile's Writing #Self Insert #Self Insert Fanfic #In which Zenyatta gets a little fed up with the walking trigger he brought into the monastery #In which Ramattra tries to be civil despite being terrified #This is noooooot where this fic was supposed to be going #excuse delinquent Zenyatta I am headcanoning SO hard #Almost a full YEAR later and I'm like #'....I gotta pick that fic back up' dfkjgdfjgjhdf #I dunno when the next part will be sense I CLEARLY don't have any sort of organization here #I hope the breaks work right lemme know if the two little splits in time aren't double spaced #Oh yeah! Ask to tag! #Mild mention of trigger of trauma and anxiety attack #but VERY mild

[themirokai]

I wanted to share some Matthew panels from the beginning of The Kindly Ones which include extremely mild spoilers for some world building in the comics that may or may not become canon in the show.

Please excuse image quality. I haven’t figured out how to take good pictures of glossy pages yet. But I adore this picture of him.

I’m really curious if Eve will make it into the show. Since the show has established a closer connection between Matthew and Dream, I could see her being left out.

In the comics it’s clearly Dream who made Matthew, or rather gave him the choice when he died. But as I talked about here, that doesn’t work for the show canon. I’m interested to see if Matthew’s origin is ever dealt with in the show. I highly doubt it will be, but it would be cool if they did.

#matthew the raven #sandman comics spoilers #but very mild #I do reference the cave in my next fic #the sandman #miro does sandman

[deadmomjokes]

PSA: tomatoes are not spicy. Tomatoes and tomato products should not be spicy. Pizza sauce isn't inherently spicy. Tomato-based pasta sauce is not spicy. Ketchup is NOT spicy.

If tomatoes are spicy, you have an allergy to tomatoes.

This announcement brought to you by my almost 29-year-old husband learning for the first time in his 2.8 decades of putting food products into his mouth that spaghetti and saucy pizza aren't spicy foods

#his amazement at our daughter eating spaghetti willingly #when apparently he's been suffering in silence over there his whole life #and i'm like ???? #and he's like ''you didn't make this spicy?'' #NO #NO I DID NOT #and he just blue screens for a minute #and i'm like YOU THINK SPAGHETTI IS SPICY??? #and he's all ''yeah that's why i prefer we don't have it very often'' #the absolute SHOCK i tell you #turns out he hates ketchup because it's spicy and he never understood why people wanted to dip fries in spicy sauce #i was like ''DUDE ketchup is supposed to be sweet and maybe a touch tangy but also cool and refreshing'' #and he's like ''SWEET?????'' #so uh yeah turns out dude's allergic to tomatoes and he just assumed everyone had a way higher spice tolerance than him #cuz he can find ''non spicy'' food too hot #and it's just all tomato based stuff and we never thought to connect the dots #mild salsa? too spicy. IT'S THE TOMATOES. #tacos? too spicy even at baby heat levels. IT'S THE TOMATOES. #prefers alfredo to marinara despite alfredo having objectively more pepper in it than marinara #he thought his spice tolerance was just so wimpy that my 'normal' was too spicy for him #so he's just been dealing with 1-3 meals a week being spicy to him our entire marriage WITHOUT SAYING A WORD #because he didn't want to offend me with his wimpy palate #IT'S THE TOMATOES #it's always been the gosh darn tomatoes

[bixels]

A quick Discord sheet.

#mlp #discord #fluttershy #character design #my art #fanart #the grand galloping 20s #i'm still going very mild with him because i'm just figuring out how to draw him. i wanna do crazier exaggerated stuff later

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Tim is the first to find out the Red Hood’s identity and from then on sticks to Jason during patrol like glue (much to Jason’s chagrin, dammit, it would feel wrong to beat up Robin when he’s that starry eyed…)

Cue: PANIC from the rest of the Batfamily, who still think Hood is a forty-something year old crime lord and now assume they’re dating.

#misunderstandings #miscommunication #protective batfamily #dick is NOT having it #neither is Bruce #I connected the dots- YOU CONNECTED SHIT #I connected them #Tim is very confused about all the ‘you can tell us if anything is wrong’ talks #are they talking about the one time Jason shot at him? because honestly it was pretty obvious he wasn’t even trying to hit him it’s FINE #if I see anybody add something that comes even CLOSE to ship bashing I shall make this Jaytim out of spite #no bashin in this house nah-uh #maybe some mild joker bashing #but it’s still ok if you like him #let’s keep this ✨harmonious✨ #jason todd #dick grayson #batfam #bruce wayne #robin #tim drake #red hood #fic #Nightwing #Batman #prompts #this is part of my fic roster btw hehe

[moshaeu]

aventurine

#i need him sad NOW #honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanart #hsr #aventurine #hsr aventurine #dr. ratio #dr ratio #hsr dr ratio #very mild #cw body horror #ratiorine #aventio

[dash-n-step]

cute bit from @demilypyro's stream she's completely silent during this

#engaging in a mild amount tomfoolery #unfortunately you can either pay twitch points for the clown nose or pay to throw things but it's very hard to do both #vtubers #vtuber #demilypyro #dashingposts #dashingwatches #dashingwatches: twitch #I suppose #clowngirl #clowngirls

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

yes i have personal & intimate reasons for my own (lack of) religious/supernatural beliefs, but it's not dishonest to admit: i am also an atheist bc at no point in my life have i, after completing a slightly unpleasant task, been witness to an angel/imp/sprite/devil/entity-of-any-kind manifesting in all their glory to offer me a pat on the head and a little plastic baggy of crackers (by way of encouragement/reward).

call me childish but in my heart of hearts i cannot truly participate in a belief system that tolerates such negligence

#ok u are free to believe in angels who perform miracles very very rarely when no one is watching #and i am free to disbelieve (and be disappointed and judgemental) in angels who (fail to) perform boring acts of mild encouragement #look if a spiritual being & divine messenger isn't gonna be my imaginary friend when i'm 7 years old and having a hard day #then what is the goshdarn POINT of yall? #blah blah blah revelations & prophecies. if you can't show up sit down shut up and comfort a lonely 2nd grader having a 1-person tea party #then u aren't qualified for any divine duty nonsense. gtfo

[nopanamaman]

she sucks

#patreon drawing from august btw #anya #i wasnt very pleased with how it came out but it was a fun littl experiment:) #parties are for losers #myart #mild eyestrain

[welcometogrouchland]

I've been binging Batman Beyond recently (Terry ily so much) and thought about how- bc of the JLU twist which I think isn't even canon to the comics BB verse but shhh bare with me- he'd technically be Damian's half brother??? Which is just so ridiculously soap opera to me. I need them to interact in a silly time travel adventure so bad you don't even understand (ID in alt)

#dc comics #damian wayne #terry mcginnis #batman beyond #batman and robin #mine #also feat the mild damian uniform redesign i like playing around with. it's fun i like her. i love u classic robin colours #the backstory for this image in my mind is that Terry knows of Damian/has maybe met him #in the future (whether we're going w the rebirth ''damian rejoins the league'' angle that i. don't love conceptually but can't judge- #-bc i haven't read. or if we go w/ some other potential future route for damian) and Terry is like. experiencing whiplash at meeting him- #-as robin. like you are 5 feet tall why r u so bossy. where is your dad good god. this is why i don't have a robin (?this is pre matt-robin) #but Terry's in an unfamiliar time trying not to cause a paradox so he puts aside his indignitude(?) at being bossed around by a kid #just long enough to make sure nothing goes horrifically wrong. hence this image takes place #<- i could've been a lot more eloquent explaining this but it's very late and i should've been asleep ages ago #anyway. absolutely crazy to me that Damian has had multiple flavours of secret brother plots and terry is a potential addition. rip damian #(also in my ideal future damian took up the nightwing mantle (EVERYONE READ NIGHTWING MUST DIE!!!) before retiring( #idk what his future career is. lowkey hes a webcomic artist in my brain but that's so horrendously self indulgent i can't condone it #also i decided to try my hands at lineart again. evil. how are you so stiff looking and difficult to do. waughh #anyway if things look weird. no they don't

[copypastus]

So that hofas bonus Ember chapter huh.

I wish Tamlin and Nesta built a casual friendship.

It's such a missed opportunity! They were both assigned penance eternal by the IC over their relationships with Feyre with no road to redemption. In acosf they were both on a shame spiral. You'd think this would be a like calls to like moment! Opportunity to recognise that just coz Rhys's friends hate you doesn't make you a bad person!

#my art #acotar #acotar fanart #tamlin #nesta archeron #neslin #hofas spoilers #but like very mild #Instead Nesta gets a 'growth moment' of joining the Tamlin hate train and I can't have nice things. >_> #and while i'm on the tamlin and nesta meeting #what was that retcon of tamlin asking nesta if she'd take feyre's place when he first came to grab her?? #that wouldn't break the curse at all why would he trade?? #anyway cassian is the worst mate and nesta should move out #how is him being the most angry at her for doing the right thing a pattern now?? #how is them threatening to kill her a recurring thing?? #someone save her from the night court i am begging

[chocmarss]

One of my favourite hcs I like from the Tolkein fandom is when the dwarves would insist that Bilbo is, in fact, a prince. A lord, at the very least. That is taking into account that they’re comparing with Middle Earth’s standards of who rules what in a country, and Bilbo Baggins of Bag End of Underhill, grandson of ‘Old Took’ Thain —who is essentially a chief hobbits would seek counsel from— is (the dwarves can’t stress this enough) in some matter, a prince. Which also means Bilbo’s more or less a royalty of the hobbits.

Thorin, very interested in this but would rather have Smaug burn off what’s left of his beard than admit it: Oh?

Bilbo tries to wave it off by saying the hobbits don’t have the same kind of monarchy most species would have (i.e. men and dwarves), and that their ways are much simpler in that sense. Sure, they have a council, and the Thain would usually elect his heir to take over, but that’s just how leadership is, lads, honestly, there’s no fuss of royalty, or whatsover in the Shire.

Fíli: Bilbo, you own several lands. All of which had been passed down in your family name

Bilbo: Well, that’s because I’m a landlord, and those lands once belonged to my father, so I can’t possibly abandon them—

Kíli: You’re also a grandson to the Thain, who is, might I remind you, a leader of your people, and is someone respected the hobbits would look up to when making decisions for the best of internal or external matters

Bilbo: Well, yes, I know that—

Fíli: We heard you’re also richer and have the best and fanciest smial out of everyone else here. You’re also someone people have considered in high regard, from the look of things

Bilbo: Ye—

Both of them: So, you’re royalty!

Anytime one of the company dares to address him as ‘Your Highness’ or anything just as redundant, Bilbo threatens to U-turn back and abandon them to Smaug. Absolutely none of that nonsense, thank you very much, and good evening.

Dwalin, muttering to Balin: He has the royal audacity down to pat

Bilbo squawks and Thorin, who Dwalin had been looking at while he put out that insult, only glowers at him from under his broody slouch.

#very mild #bagginshield #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #dwalin #fili #kili #the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #marswrites #marsrb

[moonlightfantastic]

I decided to play as The Dark Urge for my single player playthrough and the dialogue options can be delightfully edgy

#Baldur's Gate 3 #bg3 #The Dark Urge #Shadowheart #spoilers #(very mild ones)

[adh-d2]

TBB team absolutely clowning us crediting a random technician in s03e01 as 'Imperial Tech'

#tbb spoilers #tbb season 3 spoilers #very mild spoilers #but still #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season 3 spoilers #tbb season 3 #tbb s3e1 #tbb meta #star wars tbb #the bad batch #tbb tech #the bad batch cast #the bad batch season 3 #ADH-D2's Patented Bullshit