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zal-cryptid · 2 days

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what would jens and maria parents(or in maria case parent) look like as toy folk

I know Maria's mother would be one of them rattle drums.

⚠️ (TW: TRANSPHOBIA) ⚠️

#ask #misfits in toyland #Eleanor #maria #my ocs #dolls #toyfolk #my art #comic #original characters #drum #toy #cw implied abuse #trans stuff #lgbtq characters

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matchstique · 8 months

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🟥🟥CW: implied abuse/electrocution, blood.🟥🟥

A “Like Father Like Son” fan comic. 🟥Spoilers ahoy!🟥

Lfls is property of @eternalglitch

Comic is done to the tune/lyrics of “Clean Up” by Jr Jr.

It is suggested to read the comic while also listening to the song.

I remember stumbling upon an animatic for this fic, then I went and read it and it got me deeper into the rise fandom. Not for the gentle of heart though, but a good read. Made this as an homage to it. To be honest, one of the first pieces of art I did relating to rise tmnt. It spiraled out of control from there. Still really proud of how I paneled some things out. A main starting point for this whole comic was the panel of Leo being in a coffin-shaped panel.

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #fan comic #lfls fanart #rise lfls #cw implied abuse #cw blood #matchart #my art

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celestialtitania · 3 months

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its the way gabe would've been fine if he hadn't tried to open percy's mail. sally was divorcing him, locked him out, he could've gone off and lived his life. but he still felt the need to mess with other people's things and that was his undoing.

different from sally turning him to stone herself? yes. but she took the legal route of washing her hands of him, and that hits harder. most people can't use mythological weapons to take care of their problems. they have to use real world resources and that's what makes it better, more relatable to people out there.

it also highlights gabe's own particular brand of entitled asshole, where he inserted himself with the Jacksons despite doing nothing to contribute to their life. and the waiting medusa head gave him comeuppance as the perfect show of karma

#tldr i loved it #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo tv series #pjo #percy jackson #sally jackson #gabe ugliano #cw implied abuse

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violentclown555 · 1 month

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Resident army brats, Blood, Sweat and Tears. (Grunt kids)

(Buzz voice) I dont care if you're neuron divergent i need you to go to fucking War

Also notes + Tank without facepaint or whatever

Damn, they werent lying, that family life can dysfunctional

Anyways yeah just my headcanon stuff + a color ref sheet for myself cuz I'm having fun teehee :3

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dxrkl1ght · 7 months

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CW: Implied abuse(?) + bruises below the cut (just in case)

there's a new case for them to solve

I love serial killers

#cw implied abuse #tw implied abuse #cw bruises #tw bruises #doodles #dca!serial killer au #sk sun #serial killer sun #daycare attendant #fnaf dca #dca fandom #sundrop #fnaf sun #fanart #wip #digital art #serial killer moon #sk moon #if I need to add more warnings please let me know

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jamiesfootball · 1 month

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”Did it ever occur to you that maybe we don’t want to see you get hurt?”

He should've never let him play. When Jamie stormed into the locker room, running late and snapping at his teammates for asking why, Roy should've seen the red flags for what they were.

Everton at home wasn't the same as Everton away; he could've spared them all the misery. They could've spared Jamie, except that it was Roy's debut season as manager of AFC Richmond, and if he had a pound for every time that season Jamie had shown up to training in an utterly foul mood, he'd have more pounds than Phoebe.

So instead he'd barked, "Oi! Check the prima donna act at the fucking door. You're ten minutes late, and you've got sixty seconds to kit up or else you're watching the game from the bench. Got it?"

Fire flared in Jamie's eyes. That too should've been a warning sign. But he put his head down to undo his laces with a muttered 'yes Coach' and Roy, stupid as he was and knee deep in therapy he didn't like, counted his breaths and decided that this was a fight that could wait for later.

The match was a disaster from first touch.

The fight didn't wait for later. Whether it was how he walked onto the pitch or how he immediately set about cutting Everton to pieces, the opposing team picked up on Jamie's mood and magnified it back with an intensity that could set the grass on fire.

Jamie matched it back tenfold - once per each player outside the goal area, and only then because Richmond's press couldn't make it that far down the pitch.

The first yellow card failed to appear at the six minute mark. That set the tone for the rest of the match.

By the time a third dirty tackle sent Jamie's legs flying out from under him, even Sam was shouting at the referee to do something. The team's interim captain gestured furiously at Jamie, who shrugged off his teammates help, slapping them away as he limped onto his feet.

Jamie tested his leg. The second he put weight on it, he flinched. He turned towards the coaches, demeanor stoically blank apart from the obvious question in his eyes.

Roy stared back. After a few moments, Jamie nodded. He fell back into position and the ref motioned for the game to resume.

Sam sent a decidedly dirty glance in Roy's direction. His disappointment cut sharp.

So many red flags.

Roy had plenty of chances.

A few minutes later, Jamie snapped something at the Everton player marking him. Something cruel by the sneer across his lips and the way it painted the opposing player's face an even deeper shade of red.

The man reared back like a bull. In one quick motion, he headbutted Jamie square in the face.

The ref finally blew his whistle.

Jamie didn't get back up.

After the match, Sam followed Roy to hospital.

"You should not have done what you did today." Those were the only words the younger man offered on the ride over.

Fair enough.

Concussion, the physios had reported, as if that weren't fucking obvious from the loss of consciousness.

All things considered, if they'd arrived at hospital to find Jamie confused, dizzy, and a little deflated, things probably would've gone smoother.

Instead they walked in to find bristles and a scowl. The nurses fluttered around him, making soft noises as they briskly addressed his bruises- and there were a lot of bruises. Hard not to be banged up after a match like that, but there were an awful, awful lot of them and not all of them looked new. Roy's chest twisted as he tried to recall if at some point in his bullheaded inattention, he'd missed the signs of Jamie pushing himself too hard again.

The nurses left, packing away their tapes and tubes and syringes and all the other bits they used to mend things whole. Then all that was left was Jamie, Jamie's attitude, Sam, Sam's disappointment, Roy, and Roy's fury fighting for space in the tiny hospital room.

Jamie shifted uncomfortably against the pillows. Bruised ribs, the nurses had mentioned, and Roy could strangle the twat for not saying something sooner- for not pulling himself off the pitch sooner. What the fuck was he thinking?

"What the fuck were you thinking?"

Jamie recoiled on the bed. He blinked stupidly at Roy.

"Do you think this is a fucking joke?"

Their injured player opened and closed his mouth, at a loss for words. "I don't?"

"Oh really." Roy stepped forward until all that separated them was the rail at the edge of the hospital bed. "Because you could've fooled me. Seems to me like you were goading Everton into taking the first hit."

Jamie's jaw clenched in response. It was as good as an admission of guilt, and it made the anger simmering in his chest threaten to boil over.

"Who cares, mate? It's just Everton, yeah?" Jamie said casually, like they were discussing the merits of Aston Villa's new away kits. Like he wasn't laid up in fucking hospital. "Not like they hit that hard anyways."

Roy saw red.

"Sorry, am I the one who hit my head? Am I the one who missed the back half of the match? We lost three-nil you little twat, all because your teammates were too busy worrying about you to focus on the game. You lost us the match, you prick."

"Roy," Sam objected.

His breathing came sharp and fast, and it was almost dizzying the way he couldn't seem to suck in enough air. Tightening his grip around the edge of the bed, he growled, "For fuck's sake, Jamie. If we wanted to watch you get knocked around on the pitch, we'd just do it ourselves-"

"Roy!"

Sam's bare-faced outrage doused him in ice.

He'd crossed a line.

Under Roy's looming presence, Jamie looked very small.

He took a shallow step back, feeling sick to his stomach. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he swore, "Shit. Jamie-"

"Shut up."

When Sam Obisanya told you to shut up, you shut up.

"That was uncalled for," Sam said levelly. He paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in deep, dealing damage to Roy the whole way down. Then Sam refocused his attention on the person more deserving of it.

"Jamie, Roy didn't mean that. He is upset - as we all are - but that is no excuse for him to speak to you in this manner."

Jamie's mouth twitched into an uncertain shape. It made him look softer, and younger, than he'd look in months, but it also made the damage stick out vividly, the bruise across his head dark and bleeding under his skin.

A strangled little noise bubbled out of him. He swayed towards Sam like a sunflower to the light, and he sounded oddly hoarse as he tried to quip. "Thanks, twenty-four. Nice to know that someone's got my back against that hairy arsehole."

"But you are also in the wrong."

Jamie faltered, something lost and sad filtering through his defenses. "But you just said-"

"You went into that match with no regard for yourself," Sam snapped. ”Did it ever occur to you that maybe we don’t want to see you get hurt?”

Jamie's mouth clicked shut. In the resulting quiet, only Sam's harsh breathing punctured through the beep of the medical equipment.

"It is not fair-," said Sam, his fists clenching at his side, "-for you to treat yourself with such disrespect. Not when there are so many who love you and want to see you well."

Jamie swallowed. A mistiness glimmered in his eyes. "Sam-"

"Jamie-"

Tripping over each other's words, they both stuttered to a stop.

Sam cupped his hand over his mouth. To Roy's horror, his chest shook as he stifled a violent sob.

"I can't do this right now," he said mournfully, their titan of a captain clearly close to crumbling. Blinking rapidly, he murmured, "Excuse me."

As he turned to leave, he stopped to level Roy with look so full of misery it made him want to sink through the floor.

"Fix this," he whispered, full of sorrow and love.

Sam left the room.

In the wake of Sam's departure, arguing about anything else felt... petty.

"That was uncalled for," Roy admitted in a harsh rasp. It was the bare minimum he could say- that he needed to say. "Sam's right, I shouldn't have..."

He gestured lamely to the room at large. At the shadows his anger had left, and Jamie sitting weakly in a hospital bed, and the overall fucked-ness of the situation in general.

"Sorry," he finished lamely.

Jamie blinked at him wearily. Now that some of the anger had fizzled out, the obvious signs of the concussion clamoured for attention. He wasn't quite tracking Roy's position, and the way he held himself stiffly made Roy suspect he was bracing himself against a tidal wave of dizziness.

Honestly, Sam should've kicked dirt over Roy on the way out, what with the hole he'd dug himself.

"Whatever. Was being a prick, so I probably had it coming, yeah?" Jamie shrugged. "Didn't even have the signal, did I?"

"You haven't had it in a while," Roy pointed out. "Not that that seems to be stopping you lately."

He half-meant it as a joke, but Jamie didn't respond.

"Come on," Roy tried, letting his voice drop into something quieter. "Talk to me- what's been going on with you, eh? Showing up late to training; skipping out of dinner at Sam's. Now you're snapping at Colin when he asks to borrow deodorant and ignoring play strategy to pick fights during matches? The fuck's going on here? This isn't like you."

"Maybe it is," Jamie grumbled. He picked mulishly the sheets, and Roy could strangle him for how fiercely the worry scratched at his chest. "Maybe I'm the same prick I've always been, and I'm just not fighting it anymore."

"Bullshit," growled Roy. "You're better than that, Jamie."

Jamie flinched back as if Roy had struck him.

He didn't argue.

He just sat there, picking at the sheets, twisting everything into knots, and pretending like Roy wasn't even in the fucking room.

Roy scoffed. Despair filled his chest, mixing with worry and anger and a deeply frightening sort of love that made him want to go up to the roof and scream until the clouds came crashing down. Maybe Sam had the right idea, removing himself from the situation. Roy needed to take a moment to collect himself, lest he dig the hole deeper saying words he'd only regret.

Roy turned to leave.

You couldn't help someone who didn't want-

"Coach?"

Roy paused at the doorway. Jamie, carefully looking down at his restless hands, still wouldn't look him in the eye. His shoulders curled up like he was bracing for a fight.

"I know you're busy and stuff. Being the gaffer and all. But-"

He paused. Anxiously, he rubbed his hands against his thighs. Roy frowned; he was missing something here, but he couldn't make the dark forest for the trees.

When Jamie continued, it was in a low mumble that was hard to hear over cacophony of the machines. "Do you think that maybe we could start doing morning trainings again? Doesn't have to be a full one - could just do half. That way we could start at six, and you'd still have the time at night to recharge your Terminator batteries."

A sharp snort escaped Roy. Down the hallway, some sort of alarm started going off, and he shut the door to block it out.

Crossing his arms, he looked Jamie up and down. "Why?"

Jamie shrugged. "Miss it, is all. Plus it's nice, innit? Having a reason to get out of the house."

In the forest Roy couldn't make out, something lurked in the dark. Some sort of low level radiation, maybe. It was like they'd taken a wrong turn and stumbled into Chernobyl without knowing.

Perhaps the way out was back the way they'd came.

(And honestly, he'd missed it too.)

"Fine. After you're cleared for play again. 6am."

An alarming amount of gratitude flooded Jamie's eyes. A sunflower reaching blindly for the heat of the sun.

"Thanks, Coach."

Roy grunted. This bit, at least, he didn't feel like he'd messed up too bad.

He thumbed at the door, where the hallway and the journos and the rest of the world waited. "I'm going to check on Sam. Then I'll update the team. Anyone else I should call? Your mum?"

"No!" Jamie blurted out. He tried to shake his head, only to remember too late that he was still concussed. He buried his head in his hands, hissing in pain. He tried again, "No, no need. Don't want to freak her out, or she'll drive down here and- I'll call her later. For now just tell the lads I'll make it up to them, yeah?"

Roy squeezed his eyes shut. "Fucking hell. Look, that was a shit thing for me to say, alright? No one actually blames you for losing the match. Not them and not me. It'd be a dick move to blame someone for getting carted off after a blow like that."

On the bed Jamie turned an ashen grey. He looked like he was about to throw up.

"Oi, you good?" Roy scanned the room. "What's going on- do you need a bucket? Or a nurse?'

"Huh?" Jamie jumped. He looked startled to find Roy still standing in his room. "Oh, uh. I'm good, Coach. Just thinking you're probably right.

"You'd have to be a real dick to blame someone for losing the match like that."

#whoops this got long #roy kent #jamie tartt #sam obisanya #writing prompt #ted lasso fic #this is less a comfort prompt and more a whump prompt #cw implied abuse #(need to edit this in the morning)

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nightmareentertainment · 2 years

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He's a ten but he has been lying to you about which college he wants to go to because he's terrified that being away from him will force you to give up your dreams, because that's what happened to his parents and they ended up in a horrible abusive situation. He cares so much about you that he's scared of being honest with you, and has dug a deeper hole because he's scared of you being mad at him too.

He's a ten but he's been forced to co-parent since his parents divorce and now has a terrible sense of self worth

He's a ten but he once clocked a guy for suggesting he was like his father / that his family was full of screwups

He's a ten but he smokes weed

He's a ten but he had to coffin shop for his little brother when he was sixteen

He's a ten but he's scared of leaving his family, since that's what his father did

He's a ten but he checked his father's trunk first for his missing brother

#hes a ten #this is about jonathan #i post maybe three posts a day and dissapear for a few days and its always me rambling about stranger things #its the mental illnesses dawg #stranger things #jonathan byers #stranger things 4 #will byers #joyce byers #lonnie byers #cw implied abuse #jancy #implied jancy

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screeblees · 3 months

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Heyaaa are you still taking req?

I really love your writings especially the angry yandere x reader

I was wondering if you could still continue that with them having children's or adopting kids if not make them have pets but have it in a plot twist

Hi!! Yes I am still taking requests!

Thanks so much, this is a cute request, maybe not so cute of an outcome though. :/

Hope my writing isn’t too degraded in quality!

Angry ! Yandere Headcanons here !

Find my Masterlist here !

Please enjoy!!<33

❥ To be completely honest, Angry ! Yandere is not the type to want kids. They’re messy, loud, irritating, and they steal away your attention. He is not a kid-person.

❥ But~ they do come with the benefit of creating them. If that can’t be done naturally or through one of the many scientific methods (using bone marrow, etc), then it’s not happening.

❥ Let’s be clear, he would hate them unless they were biologically yours and his, as he can reason that as they are a part of you, they won’t be as horrible as other people’s kids.

❥ Angry ! Yandere the strict, no-nonsense father, the rules he sets are the rules, no if, ands, or buts. There are definitely rooms they aren’t allowed in, even if it’s for the sole reason of Angry ! Yandere getting some time alone with you. They aren’t allowed in the master bedroom for one, and once they are older there’s definitely going to be sound-proofing on the walls.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who is definitely having the kids home-schooled not only due to the fact that his school experience was pretty horrible but so they won’t really be leaving home until they’re older. He doesn’t want some little chatterbox spilling everything that is going on at home, now does he?

❥ Angry ! Yandere who will engage in screaming match after screaming match with the kids if they develop his heated temperament, though they’ll likely be much softer than him due to your calmer influence. That and fear being used as a tool by their father to nip such behaviour in the bud.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who often wonders if the children will end up more like him and search for their person. The person who will calm their irate minds and smooth over their wounds as you have for him.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who definitely grows softer on you as the two of you get older, though he’s still just as ill-tempered and demanding of you as he was in the beginning. Having you read to him and talk to him about your day with the kids and your little projects.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who’s punishments on the kids are definitely as harsh if not harsher than the ones he gave you before you learned to behave. At least once they’re older, he can’t have them thinking they can get away with just anything, huh? Most of all, showing disrespect to you or him.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who knowingly or unknowingly drives the children more and more to your side, loyal to you and only you, always. You are their favourite parent, the one they seek to show their achievements and be comforted for their failures, to mend their childish scrapes and kiss their bruises better.

❥ Maybe you’ll also be the comforter of your children, your sweet voice singing them to sleep each night and softly waking them up in the morning.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who enforces the nuclear family dynamic: he, the breadwinner, his loving spouse at home, taking care of the housework, cooking and children, and the two or three obedient kids who love their parents dearly. The perfect family…

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goreinkz · 4 months

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kibble

#cnc cw #cw implied abuse

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here-there-be-drag0ns · 7 months

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“Because he loves me!” They’re both silent for a beat or two, angry expressions melting down into pity, and horrified concern. Jay reaches out a trembling hand, like she wants to grab onto him and hold him until they both feel alright again. Chip almost lets it happen — but he slaps her hand away at the last second. “Loved.” He amends shakily. “He loved me. Reuben… I was important to him. I fucking meant something, okay? He cared — he did. He did.” He chokes down another breath, “Even when nobody else in this — this fucking world wanted me, he did! In his own gr — gross way, he cared.”

I read @sodaquail 's To Your Joy, I Tether last night and it consumed me and i think this is officially the fastest I have ever finished a drawing holy shit yall have got to read this

#dragons hoard #jrwi riptide #jrwiblr #just roll with it #jrwi chip #reuben price #jrwi reuben price #chip jrwi #jrwi #just roll with it riptide #riptide #cw blood #cw implied abuse #cw abuse

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