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scytheral · 1 year

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ㅤ⸝⸝ㅤ⬧ㅤDOLLSERiㅤ⦂ㅤA Gender Connected to / That is a ( Handmade ) Doll of Any type , Fragility , Unstability && False Comfort. Could include a Handmade doll That is Fragile , Unstable and Seeks False comfort / Feels fragile && Unstable in False Comfort , A unstable Doll that Seeks fragile && False comfort , A unstable Doll that Serves false && Fragile comfort , Etcetera.

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[ PT / Dollseri: a gender connected to/that is a (handmade) doll of any type, fragility, unstability and false comfort. could include a handmade doll that is fragile, unstable and seeks false comfort/feels fragile and unstable in false comfort, a unstable doll that seeks fragile and false comfort, a unstable doll that serves false and fragile comfort, etcetera. / END PT. ]

Pronounciation: daal-seh-ree

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whumblr · 1 year

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A concept:

Whumpee forced to their knees in the back of a van, tied up and blindfolded. They're so scared and they whimper, needing to not be alone here, needing to know what happened to--

"C-caretaker?" they whisper.

All they get in reply is a growled "Quiet" followed by a kick in warning and they dare not try again, pretty sure Caretaker is scared into silence as well. That is, if they took him with them. Did they?!

But then they feel something lean against their shoulder and their fear dissipates. They breathe out a sigh of relief, leaning in against the touch, the silent comfort. The I'm here. With you.

Not seeing how Whumper is trying his utmost to keep from laughing as he is the one who is resting his knee against Whumpee's shoulder.

They're in for a surprise when they get there. Alone.

#whump #whump scenario #whump prompt #kidnapping #abduction #scared whumpee #blindfolded whumpee #sadistic whumper #false comfort #my writing #my prompts

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auroragehenna · 7 months

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AI-less Whumptober

Day 2 Overworked, insomnia, exhaustion

TW/CW: Stress positions, faux gentleness, forced to beg, intimate/creepy whumper, cracking defiance, isolation, sleep deprivation Words: 2'423

Adam rubs his hands over his face. He was getting frustrated with Lyra. Sure she got scared, but she didn’t budge. Not even an inch. “So much energy should be illegal.”, he groaned to himself. And then he had an idea.

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“Good morning, Thýma!”, Adam said cheerfully as he entered the pool area.

Lyra who was awoken by his goddamn loud glee, pushed herself up into a sitting position. Then she stopped short as her brain realised the nickname. That’s not good. That nickname means pain. “Haven’t seen you in a few days.” She says and yawns.

“I had some stuff I had to take care of.”, he grins.

“Plans to make because you were at your limit?”, Lyra asks innocently but with a shit eating grin.

Adam just chuckled darkly. He went to the edge of the pool, once there he brought his hands fourth, holding long heavy metal chains.

Lyra stared at the chains in his hands, she couldn’t do anything about whatever he was doing right now she decided. So she simply laid back down, head to the side to keep an eye on him. Couldn’t harm to get a few minutes more rest.

Adam chuckled when he saw her lay back down. His plan was looking good. He stood at the edge of the pool and aimed. It took him a few attempts but eventually he got the hook over one of the ceiling bars and down to the pool.

Lyra had watched him and as soon as the hooked chain came down into the basin her face hardened. That’s gonna suck. Adam now jumped into the pool and Lyra was sure he made a point to land extra loudly. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her flinch.

“Hey, Thyma, do you want to help me build this together?", Adam suddenly asked.

She rolled her eyes before she grumbled an answer: “I don’t know who you’re talking about but I’m the only other person here, so I’ll answer. Is that an order or a question?”

“A question.”, Adam sighed. “But if you don’t have enough strength don’t exhaust yourself.”

Lyra hissed. “I never said that.” With those word she got up and walked over to him. Mentally she detached herself from the situation and tried her best to switch to ‘special-interest-mode’. Once there she yanked the end of the chain more down to her.

Adam grinned. He loved how gullible she often was. He handed her a piece of rope and together with her help they knotted it around the hook. Lyra stepped back as Adam inspected the knots and pulled experimentally on them. When he was sure it wouldn’t give he turned around to Lyra. Lyra who was inspecting him closely. He smirked.

“A stress position. Really?”

“Mmh, that’s part of the process, yes.”, Adam hummed.

“Oh? Do enlighten me, what’s the rest of the process?”

“And ruin the surprise? No, no, no. That’s no fun.”, Adam replied. Then his demeaner changed, the glee left his face and his voice dropped as he spoke again: “Now come here.”

“Don’t feel like it.”, Lyra shot back in a pressed voice.

“Well to your luck it doesn’t matter what you want. Not in here. Here it only matters what I want. So come here before I force you and you go through even more pain.”

Lyra laughed out loud at that. “Do you still not get it?! I will never. never make it easy for you!” Adam let go of the leftover rope and charged towards her. She made a jump back and pulled her arms up. Simultaneously for protection and attack. Two primal instincts clashing. She managed to hold him off for a few minutes, landing one or two good punches and scratches but eventually Adam got a hold of her. Blood was slowly dripping from a scratch on her temple. He dragged her to the hooked chain and started tying her wrists above her head.

Lyra didn’t fight back anymore. She still had fire in her but right now that wouldn’t help. She’d rather save it.

When she was safely typed up Adam climbed out of the basin and went to the railing he fixed the chain on.

Lyra still a bit dazzled from a few punches to her head tried to think straight as she was suddenly yanked up. For one terrifying second her feet lost touch with the floor and her shoulders roared up in pain. Then she could blessedly feel the tiny tiles of the pool floor again. Standing on her tiptoes, with her arms stretched and pulled upwards by the chain she gritted her teeth, gaze finally locking onto Adam standing up on the edge of the pool. He was smirking down at her, of course he was, he always is, bastard!

“You will stay here for a while, and if you’ve had enough, you just let me know. I have this-pulls out a tiny walkie-taky-shaped thing out of a bag-baby phone so you can always contact me if you feel like it. I will also regularly check in with you, to make it easier for you. Don’t worry.”

“Do you even hear yourself!?”, Lyra asked enraged. Trying to ignore the blood still dripping down her face.

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

“Ugh…Well I hope you have time then. I won’t budge.”

“Yeah sure.”, Adam replied sarcastically. Then he turned around and left the swim hall.”

“Oh by the way Adam!”, Lyra called after him.

He stopped in his tracks, but only turned back his head. His captives’ face was dead serious. “Yeah?”

“Fuck you.”, she stated.

Adam just glared grimly and left.

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Lyra was starting to hear the air shift. At least that’s what she believed by now. She had long given up on counting the ticks of the clock. Especially since Adam had checked in one or twice only to completely disorient her on how much time had passed. Lyra exhaled forcefully and unclenched her jaw. With that gone the pain in her whole body seemed to intensify by a thousand. Just ignore it, come on, as always, you have a high pain tolerance. Can’t give him the satisfaction.

At that thought she heard a crackling from that damn baby-phone. She turned her head towards it, rolling her eyes. “Speak of the devil.”

“Aww, were you thinking about me?”, Adam’s gleeful voice sounded through the device.

“Only about how I’m gonna kill you.”

“You seem kinda tense, you wanna lay down and take a short break or something?”

Lyra just hissed at him and looked away.

“Alright, have it your way, Ballerina.” And with that the crackling died, leaving Lyra alone with the pain she so sought to ignore.

For the next few minutes-hours-who knows she tried to remember every little thing about every topic she ever enjoyed learning. But the cramps were making it harder and harder to focus. So often her train of thought got derailed and she had to bite her teeth together and hold out the new wave of pain until she got back control.

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After she couldn’t think of any more lore to that one cartoon she saw a long while ago her mind blanked. There was no more distraction material left. And to Lyra’s horror a chocked sound between a whimper and a groan escaped from deep in her throat. Her head, that had long fallen down, the blood long dried, snapped up, her eyes locking on to the baby-phone.

“Oh yes. I heard that”, Adam’s triumphant voice answered the panic flaring up in her.

“You didn’t hear shit!”, Lyra yelled back but it again sounded chocked. She only heard Adam chuckle as a response and the crackling died again.

After a few moments the curtain was moved to the side, gently, and Adam appeared. He sat down at the edge of the pool and then swung himself into the basin.

Lyra watched him approach, there wasn’t much more she could do. Once he was close to her she mustered up enough salvia to spit on the tiles right before her ex-friend.

Adam raised his eyebrows, looked like he wanted to comment something but then apparently decided against it. Instead he raised his arm and gently cupped the girl’s cheek. When she spasmed away he put his second hand on the other side of her face. Careful not to open the wound again, not now anyway. “Come on, you must be in horrid pain.”, he said gently, “If you come down now you won’t suffer from that bad of an afterpain. And we can relax a bit. What would you say to Ramen and Harry Potter? You can even choose which one.”

Lyra’s face was first filled with a burning fire of hatred and pride, later there was a scent of grief mixed into it.

“Unfortunately I have to decline. Asshole.”, she spit out. Even if less fire-y than before.

“Okay”, Adam moved his left hand to stroke her hair as he talked, “just know, if you change your mind you can always let me know.”

Lyra scoffed, held her head up high, even if the muscles were trembling and grinned at him. “Get it silly boy, this won’t work.”

“Oh Lyra…It already is.” And with that he gave her a little swing that drew an involuntary wince and left.

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Lyra had been repeating her own rules over and over. Back and forth and left to right. She couldn’t fail. Not again. But her brain got slower and slower until at some point she started falling asleep. And eventually her consciousness slipped away completely. Her dreams only brough slight relief though as they were filled with running, falling, lights and shadow figures. Right when she thought she escaped the shadow figures she got awoken by sharp pain exploding in her body. A scream ripped from her throat with eyes flying open. Looking directly at Adam’s sadistic joy.

He removed the taser from her torso and her body fell down again. She hadn’t even noticed that it convulsed but now her arms were in even more pain from the harsh movements. With effort she held back tears as she looked at Adam.

“That. Was beautiful Darling!”

Lyra just stared at him, for a moment taken off guard by the absolute twisted joy painted into her opposite’s mimic.

Adam’s drank in her heavy breathing for another second then he in a matter of seconds calmed down and shifted his expression to one more gentle and caring. “It’s not sleepy time yet, dear”

Lyra bit back her rage at him, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing it. And since she couldn’t muster up any other reaction that rage she simply ignored him.

Adams sighed, stepped back, and started walking back. When he turned around he mumbled, just about audible for Lyra: “You’re gonna harm yourself more than me.”

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This had gone on forever. She was hanging here, when she fell asleep he was quick to come and taser her awake again. Her stomach was empty and hurting, her throat had been forcefully given the bare minimum of hydration by Adam. The silence screaming in her ears and exhaustion settling deep in her. She was so exhausted. Every time she made a mistake, every time she even if only slightly gave into Adam’s charade she made a point to double her game the next time. But she was getting fucking tired. Even now she was nearly asleep again, even if she was scared of getting shocked again. But she just didn’t have the strength. Her head jerked up with the new shock but this one was over as soon as it started. Her body dropped and fire erupted in her numbed arms. By now they felt like they were internally bleeding.

Adam helped her lift her head and looked at her.

Since he wasn’t saying anything Lyra took the word: “How…How long…?”

“How long what, Lyra?”, Adam asked gently.

“How…long have I…b-been here?”

“Nine days.”

Nine days. Nine. That’s enough, right? I made my point, right? Nine days is pretty good. I can still do better next time. I just need a break. It’s not giving up, right? I’m not…breaking. “Let me down…Please…”

Adam’s muscles were working overtime to hide how overjoyed he was. “I would love to. But you need to ask me the right way.”

A tiny whimper escaped Lyra’s throat and her gaze drifted off. When she looked back at Adam it was with pleading eyes. As that did nothing, she took a shuddering breath and spoke again: “Please…Please Adam. Let me down, I can’t anymore. Please…”

Adam stroked her sweaty hair. “One more thing, then I will let you down and make you feel better. Just one more thing, come on.”, he nudged her.

A single tear rolled over Lyra’s cheek as she whispered: “Let me down, please, I’m begging you.”

Adam wiped away the tear on her cheek, pulled out a knife and cut her arms free of the rope. She surely would have crumbled together on the floor if he hadn’t put his arm around her waist. “Careful now, careful.” He warned her.

-Lyra knew she hated this, and him but she was so tired. So just for now…-

“Otherwise it’ll hurt too much. Carefully he lowered her to the ground until she was sitting. Then he very slowly helped her lower her arms and held her as she silently cried and shook in pain.

When her fingers finally touched the ground again and the pain was back to normal she was ready to just pass out.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, Lyra.”, Adam intervened, “Let’s first get you somewhere more comfortable. Then you can get some sleep, and afterwards let’s get some soup and a movie, hm.”

Lyra only managed a nod but still, against her will, her eyes fell closed and she didn’t have the strength to keep them open anymore.

Adam sighed, then wiggled his arms under Lyra’s arms and legs and picked her up. With her in his arms he climbed out of the basin and walked behind the curtain of the boy’s changing rooms and showers. There he makes some space on the mattresses he has spread out on the floor and lays Lyra on them. Then he threw the blanket over her and turned off the lights. He left the room to make soup and to in peace feel his triumph.

Taglist: @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @ailesswhumptober

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itstopplingdomino · 2 months

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confident | weasley twins x reader

A/N: i made a promise to write something after my test based on how i feel afterwards. so here we are...

pairing: fred weasley x reader (if you squint), george weasley x reader summary: Fred carries the essence of confidence like it weighs nothing; academic, friendship, quidditch and even love life - he is sure he's set for life. So when he finds out about your little crush on him and how it had been like that for years, he does absolutely nothing. And that teaches him a lesson that he'll remember for the rest of his life. tags: hurt/no comfort, idiots in love, no usage of y/n, gn!reader (usage of 'you' instead of specific pronouns), usage of pet/nicknames, mild cursing, false hope, leading on, jealousy, no war alternative universe ───────── "I don't understand," Lee states. He is sitting on the armrest of the sofa, the afternoon light shines briefly across his eyes as he tries to block it with a book. "If you like Daisy too then why.." Fred shrugs. "Well if Daisy maintains a secret crush on me for five years, then waiting for another two- you know until after graduation- won't hurt."

Lee looks at Angelina, hoping that she'll have a better explanation for this. Unfortunately she returned his confused look with her own.

"How are you sure Daisy won't give up? What if tomorrow your little admirer wakes up and decides to like someone else?" Angelina probes.

"Please, I have a plan." Fred says, with his usual air of mock-arrogance. "Trust me, it'll work."

Lee and Angeline exchanges a resign look. "Well, it's gonna be your lost anyway.." Lee says in which Angelina nods to.

Fred shrugs, again, then leaves to find you.

He knows where you are. Five years in Hogwarts together, causing ruckus in all forms with the promise of detention almost every time, he can understand you in ways you sometimes don't.

Which is why your crush on him is not a surprise to him at all. In fact it was almost hilarious that everyone else think of it as such a big deal. You two are attached to the hips most of the times; if he's not there to bring trouble, you'll find him - and it's been like this ever since you set foot in Hogwarts.

George, of course, joins in the fun. Though Fred notices that he's slowly been opting out over the years, preferring to prank with just the older twin. Fred considers this an act of jealousy yet he never brings it up as George's blatant avoidance never seems to bother you. He's seen his twin interacts with you alone just yesterday, the day before, and Merlin even before that. He thinks that George simply want a little separation as michievenous activities are always a two-person activity until you came.

That is exactly why, right now, Fred waits for you just outside Arithmancy classroom for a planned pranking session; target for the day is Filch.

Not too long after he arrived, students emerge from the classroom, all looking like the boredom has threatened their life. You, in all your glory, comes out looking like you defeated boredom. Laughing beside your classmate who Fred sure he was introduced to before yet he can't remember her name. It didn't matter though, he's only here for you.

"My Daisy," Fred greets you with a playful smile on his face, bowing like a gentleman from the victorian era, lowering a pretend-tophat.

You rolled your eyes. "Please stop calling me by something I'm deathly allergic to. Even Lee and Angie started using it too."

"If you say so, Peanuts."

You playfully smack him across his back. He knows you're not deathly allergic to Peanuts, only mildly.

"Ready?" He asks, offering you his hand.

The brief shy look that passes your face did not escape him as you joins hands. "Ready!"

Fred smirks knowingly. With usual flirtatious remarks in his repertoire, physical touch is a newly added part in his friendship with you. He loves it when you look away nervously whenever your faces are a little too close, or when you jolts and become a stuttering mess every time he whispers right next to your ears, or moments like this - hand holding, plus short hugs and arm across your shoulder that's he's planning to include in the future.

With what he knows about your feelings, he revels in this reactions without ever needing to confess. - - -

You doubled over the grass just outside Hogwarts grounds, laughing at the wrath Fred and you invoke in Filch from the prank. This time you calculated for sure that the caretaker of Hogwarts will not find out who the pranksters are. A red herring steering towards obnoxious Slytherins is placed perfectly for him to think it's not the two of you.

"That was brilliant!" Fred shouted, he dips to lift you up and spins you around. "Bloody smart, you are!"

You cackles loudly, just enjoying his grip on your body. You're not thinking of anything inappropriate but Good Godric if you could just kiss that lips, you'll be content eternally.

He must've realise that you're staring at his lips as an unreadable expression crosses his face, he sets you down as his eyes flicks between your eyes and your lips.

It can't be.. can't it?

You think again.

I mean.. he's been sweet these days.. more so than usual.

If that's not a sign, then you don't know what is. So you fight your doubts and tiptoe to reach his lips. Your eyes closes as it nears his face yet what stops you is not the innocent peck you've been dreaming of, it is his hands on your shoulder.

Confusion evident on your face as you open your eyes and lower yourself. You search for answer in his face but all you could find is a torn look. The kind of look you've seen him give to other students who had asked him out. The kind of look that you desperately wish against yourself every single night.

And now you're at the receiving end of it.

A thick lump forms in your throat and all you say is, "Why..?"

Fred clears his throat as he looks away, clearly uncomfortable in this situation, his hand still on your shoulder now caressing in consolation.

You don't need consolation. You need explanation.

"Freddie, why?" Tone firmer than before as you shake off his hands.

"Well, its just.. I mean.." He took a deep breath before he continue. "Let's just have fun, you know. We only have two years left. Surely you don't want to spend the majority of it with- with this." He gestured between you and him.

If nature is a little quieter, you're sure the sound of your heartbreak can be heard.

"Is that what this- all this has been about..? You having fun?" You hissed, taking a few steps back which he closes just easily in a single move.

"I mean, you like me for five years, certainly you can wait a few more.."

The icing on the cake. He knew.

He knew and he still did that.

Play with your heart, push and pull it like a tug of war.

"You are the absolute worst."

Without sparing a single glance, you turn on your heels and apparated away. - - - The rest of the year passes in a blink of an eye.

To everyone else, it seems. Lee had been whining non-stop at Fred and George's decision to leave Hogwarts early. NEWTs is irrelevant to the path the Weasley twins has set for themselves, after all.

To Fred, the year drags on painfully slow as if he's aware of every single second that ticks by. He's just glad the day for them to leave is finally nearing.

After what happens between Fred and you, he notices that he almost never see you anymore. The one time he did was when you came looking for Angelina to pass her notes you had borrowed. You greeted him with your usual cheeriness but the smile didn't quite reach your eyes. He thought you'll warm back to him, forgive him, but how can you forgive when he can't even find you to apologise.

He realises that you know him better than he does himself. Otherwise how else can you avoid for so long.

At one point, he even asks Angelina if you had ever mention anything about your little crush on him anymore.

"Hm, no actually. I mean, it's pretty clear that Daisy's focusing on NEWTs, we all are anyway, so boys talk never really come up. It just adds to the stress."

Her answer disappointed him but he has an image to uphold so he act nonchalant about it.

"What? Are you finally going to pursue Daisy?" Angelina teased.

"Why are you asking? Afraid of the competition?" Fred in his usual manner put on a smirk, albeit a fake one. And the way Angelina rolled her eyes and smacked him meant that he successfully fooled her.

How he wished it was you who's rolling her eyes and smacking then, instead of her.

He made a fool out of you.

- - - Fred enters the apartment after a long negotiation with the accountant at the bank. He just couldn't figure out why the numbers are not adding up and the son of a bitch he hired is as unhelpful as a broken wand. Three years they've been doing business and this accountant is the first one to be so incompetent. Fred regretted making a rushed hiring decision as the last one had to resigned immediately from chronic health issues. A breach in one year contract would cost them quite a lot so he just puts up him. Two more months and he'll fire that bastard.

He searches for the bottle of wine in the cupboard, typically reserved for celebratory occasions and not punching the accountant in a very public space counts as a win, but the wine is not there. He looks at other cupboards too, but the bottle is still nowhere to be found.

George must've taken it.

No one else lives here, and unless the bottle of wine grew a pair of legs, it simply do not move from it's designated place.

The older twin drags his feet to his brother's room when George's door opens.

And there you are.

You, in all your glory, comes out looking like you defeated boredom. Laughing hysterically at what George says as your hands wrapped delicately around his twin's arm.

He had seen this sight before. Often when you went out from your favourite classes like Arithmancy or Ancient Runes.

But never with George. Never to George.

He whispers your name in a hopeless attempt to make you direct that smile to him, but your light dims as soon as you heard him.

George and you stop, taken aback by Fred's early arrival. The younger twin isn't expecting his brother to return until an hour from now.

"I know you two know each other." George chuckles, which you smiled at. The sweet smile that once had been directed to Fred. "But I'd like to introduce Daisy again.."

His eyes practically sparkling at this point. "as my Fiance."

George didn't falter and your smitten look unwavering. There isn't a single mischief or malice in his demeanour, nor yours. This isn't some sick, twist prank the two of you are pulling. Fred had never told anyone about what happens between the two of you, but he had assume you had ignored George all the same. What, being identical twins and all. Just looking at George should've brought pain to you.

Apparently looking at George seems to make you smile even brighter.

"Uh.. S-since when..?" Fred force out a cough. "I mean, I didn't know you two kept in contact, let alone are seeing each other.."

"We didn't." You answer, though your eyes chose to look at his general direction and not his eyes. "We met around two years ago by coincidence."

"Merlin, a lucky guy I am." George chimes in. "It started with a simple catch up over tea. Then it became a monthly thing. Before we know it, we were meeting almost every other day for half a year."

How did he missed it. "Daisy here is still a tough one. Took me a year and half to convince her to date me. Another half year to convince marrying me!"

Seriously, how did he missed it? Fred remembers when George comes home late, snickering to himself, sometime last year. Then the next day he was so high spirited that he gave out discount to everyone the first opening hour. He was so high on cloud nine that whenever Fred tried to pry out details of joyous mood, George simply kept evading the question. Saying he doesn't want to jinx it. "Oh, while we're on the subject.. Will you be my bestman?"

Fred looks between you and his brother. Your eyes refusing to meet his. Hesitantly he replies, "Y-yeah! Of course Georgie! I'll be honoured!"

He hope his emotions didn't betray his tone. His younger twin is engaged, no foul play is coming from you as far as he could tell. Well, of course he could tell. However you're behaving with George right now was how you acted when you had a crush on Fred. He knew that love-adorn smile, that twinkle in your eyes, the pitched giggles in between. He knew that all too well, though you're definitely less shy and hesitant about it with George.

You lean against his brother wearing a specific form of confidence Fred had only seen once in you.

The same air of confidence that he had shattered when he pushed you away as you tried to kiss him. Fucking Fantastic. It is his lost.

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butchysterics · 2 months

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kind of annoying that ppl are still so heavily promoting the ~daily clicks~ for palestine, which means ostensibly tens or hundreds of thousands of ppl have been participating in that campaign daily…….. and the only documentation i’ve seen is ppl proudly announcing it raised a grand total of like $300 dollars of ad revenue over 3 months? numbers like that coming out should be discrediting not encouraging tbh. i don’t want to diminish the ‘little things’ and i guess everyone needs hope to keep going with other activism but that is such an insultingly infinitesimally small number when escaping gaza costs $10k+ a person and millions of dollars are being crowdfunded elsewhere. i just…. genuinely don’t think US americans should feel good patting themselves on the back for doing nothing

#i’m sorry if this is harsh but it’s very disappointing to see ppl continue to promote it as if it’s effective in any way shape or form #i’m not saying this from a preachy place i am poor and not able to do nearly enough to support gaza for my complicit role as an american #but honestly folks don’t need or deserve the false comfort of feeling like a savior for doing virtually Nothing #like donate $8 esims if you have limited resources but really want to help where you can #but there is zero tangible difference between clicking the ads and doing nothing at all. it’s a fantasy to believe otherwise ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#i’m sorry

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rainbow-neko-artblog · 1 month

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Are we gonna see you on Tumblr more often, since the ban for TikTok might be going out?

mmmmmmmm

I really hate thinking about it but i suppose yes.

I think ill have to focus on posting to youtube i guess....since i can still make monetizable money over there....and ill probably have to push my patreon more-

Hey maybe ill be able to make designs for my redbubble and- work on Tiny Tails more hah....ah....

yeah.....work.......that'll distract me from such a volatile ban of freedom of speech......

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#it feels so fucking stupid to talk about #the fact that the goverment is taking away the only platform ive been given to talk freely and openly #the platform that has provided me with money to ease my homelife #the platform i was most comfortable on #i am scared of the future of our goverment #the goverment that takes away the ways we express ourselves #stripping us of jobs with robot replacements and laws that ban both body and speech #i do not want to live in a country that is run by fossils hellbent on controlling my every move after it preeched about freedom #how fucking dare they give us such bullshit false hope

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demonicfreakish · 3 months

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"I'll keep you warm...I'll keep you safe..."

Older art but I need to get back to it sometime~ Gotta love it when your giant love interest is a gentleman and gives you a break while he walks you back home~ Extra feels points if he lets you sleep on his tongue if he's gentle~ Some art from an old AU running on 5 years now. Clyide does have a feral AU version of himself. I just rarely show it LOL. But his mask from the previous versions was outdated, so I did update how he looks now. But yee no matter what- He will always care about his little Rosebud~

#sizetumblr #sizetwitter #macro/micro #giant/tiny #sfwgt #malegiant #sfw gt #sfw g/t #g/t community #size difference #gt community #gt comfort #gt fluff #g/t comfort #g/t fluff #g/t #False Lies AU

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mswyrr · 9 months

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I've got to say the "he's a lost cause, he's too damaged, he's yicky, he's disgusting, I'm considering him dead in that fridge, he shouldn't date" stuff is so wild and sad to me. All of his issues are very treatable and manageable with treatment. I have family with issues that make his issues look like a walk in the park. His main problem is lack of self-awareness (and self-acceptance) of the fact that he has a chronic illness and taking active steps to manage it effectively IMO.

Once that switch flips for him he can manage this stuff really well - being in denial about it or thinking it should be "fixable" are both dangerous errors that can compromise or prevent that. But working through those? He could cope very well overall.

40 million people in the US have anxiety disorders! That's 12% of the population. Over 18% of people will be diagnosed with depression at some point in their lives. CPTSD is more rare, but still manageable. People are not living the life of a monk or "symbolically dead" because of these conditions. And they watch TV. Sometimes when people talk like this, it feels like they think people with similar issues are all locked away somewhere, not in fandom, not drawn to stories with good representation of these struggles.

It's specifically desperately sad when, instead of simply saying, "I don't like the ship," people choose to use real life problems and speak on them about how people with these problems shouldn't get to love or live their lives because of their illnesses. That's so not cool. It's entirely possible to just not vibe with the ship and move on.

#carmen berzatto #the bear meta #the bear #my meta #the extreme ableism people feel comfortable airing for all to see #thinking and speaking like that #has real consequences #it's entirely false and harmful to spread around

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of-wounds-and-woes · 1 year

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“You have to eat something Petros.”

From the Greek series Μαύρο Ρόδο episode 50

Summary: Elizabeth tries to keep Petros talking during their imprisonment. She asks him to talk about his travels but his memories become confused due to his fever.

You’ll notice him shedding a tear of joy as his fevered brain conjures a false memory of him walking down Florence with Elizabeth.

Elizabeth is worried and begs him to eat something, he refuses because he’s worried that there won’t be any food left for her, he only agrees when she says she’ll eat if he eats.

The small activity exhausts him and she places his feverish head on her shoulder and sings him a song from her childhood...

Index of this 10-part GIF series (stay tuned for more):

“I’m not leaving without her.” - Petros gets shot - Original post

“Don’t touch her!” - Petros gets beaten unconscious

“I’m so cold…” - Petros’s condition gets worse and starts to feel the effect of his fever.

“You have to eat something Petros” - Elizabeth tries to get a very feverish Petros to eat something.

“I hear knocking...” - Petros’s fever gets worse and he starts to hallucinate.

“Keep talking to me Elizabeth, please keep talking to me...” Petros feels himself fading so he begs Elizabeth to keep talking to him.

“Mom? Mom wake up.” Petros’s health is at its worst and he starts to call out to his dead mother.

“Elizabeth...” Petros is finally rescued and the first thing he asks for is Elizabeth.

“I have to be with her!” Petros goes against doctors’ orders and discharges himself so he can be with Elizabeth.

“I don't feel too good…” Petros doesn’t feel well after leaving the hospital.

#Μαύρο Ρόδο #Michail Tabakakis #greek #whump #fever #there’s so much comfort I’m gonna burst!#Another tear in GIF 4 #He’s crying over a joyful (but false) memory his feverish brain conjured of him walking down Florence with her

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compositecreature · 6 months

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I will need a whole ass set up and a better camera to get proper photos of her, but i finally touched up the sandworm I made to tag along with me to the show.

#beetlejuice #sandworm #beetlejuice sandworm #soft sculpture #i feel so weird tagging it like this but it's def not something i'd be comfortable snuggling on my bed because her head is made of polymer #clay #i am so proud of the glowy eyes on the false head #these pics don't do the g l o w justice #crafts

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soyoudneverguess · 5 months

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SPOILERS THE SILT VERSES 36

This is a little bit of a live blog

HEART BROKEN HOLY FUCK

RELATIONSHIP ENDED WITH THE JOY OF HAYWARD AND CARPENTER FUCKING AROUND, RELATIONSHIP STARTED WITH THE TRAGEDY OF SEB AND DEV MY LOVES MY DARLINGS MY AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MEAN MEAN MEAN YOU MOTHERFUCKERS ARE SO MEAN CANT THEY JUST BE HAPPY CANT THEY AKNDKDNFKEBDUEHFBKDLXNDHDJDBEJDBDJDNEBEBDNNDKDNDJDBDNDNDKKDKDKFKRKRBRJSJBDHDIEBJ DE IEKRJJDHJEE DE

Anyways, happiness is fleeting but “hold on Dev, I’m coming” for a man you’ve known for days who’ve you loved almost upon first sight.

HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY SHIT HES ALIVE SEB IS SO POWERFUL SEB SEB SEB SEB SEB YOU FUCKING DID IT OH MY GOD MY LOVE DEV DEV DEV DEV DEV YOU MET A MAN AND HE FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU AND HE WENT INTO HELL FOR YOU AND SAVED YOUR SISTER AND AND AND EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OKAY NOW YOU KNOW EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE BETTER FOR BOTH OF US

Oh bitch. Oh you fucking bitch. I’m. I. Yeah. It truly was too good to be real.

#tsv 36 #tsv spoilers #the silt verses #i’m going to kill someone #they were so good #two people taking shelter in the other #and in the end they both die.#perhaps this is simply a foreshadowing moment #you go off looking for a sibling. you find someone who you can take comfort in. who understands you.#but neither of you are safe. and the comfort you take in one another turns false. and you both are cursed after.#I would like to also see this episode as a way to view how the general public is feeling #they’re tired of gods. they’re tired of being prey. but if they don’t comply they are drafted and die. if they do die they’re dead anyway #it’s just the truth of this world.#you are prey. you will always be prey.#your death is only significant to you #and the ship that passed by in the night. that sunk trying to help.#carpenter admitted she was wrong this episode and it felt significant #ALSO ALSO ALSO #Dev was way more impactful on Seb then the other way around #Seb yearned for him. for company. to not be lonely.#Dev yearned for family. his most perfect world has him and his sister and his parents #there was no room for Seb #god #they died together. seb died to save dev. and yet

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riacte · 2 months

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that 2018 sea of thieves stream still drives me hysterical especially when false and stress locked ren and iskall in the brig and those two were flirting heavily and then the ship sank and they fucking drowned

#ria.txt #comfort stream!!#also false facepalmed lol

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