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#fuck the cw ig
applestruda · 1 year
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Knight impulse bc he's actually one of my favorite designs
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rottika · 6 days
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GIRL DINNER 🔥🔥🔥
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citrusinicake · 1 month
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Vitalasubzam Week 2024 1st day: Flowers / Symbolism
since this day is about flowers and symbolism ofc i went with hanahaki
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dandelions indicating zam is p obvious -- after all thats what the guy uses himself -- but the fact that they, or more specifically their seeds, are tied to wish-granting adds a neat layer to it i think considering zam's symbol of being a star (in my interpretation) also ties in to wish-granting
this whole thing is based on zam going "subz can fix me," and while i didnt know how to portray it without making an entire comic which i didnt really wanna do, he actually doesnt want the flowers gone he just wants subz to stitch not just his chest close but also his mouth
i was originally gonna make the thread purple but decided to go with green
the x's, while supposed to be tied to the whole stitching theme going on, are red instead of green because of zam
i had trouble picking the bg color cause on one hand i wanted to make it dark but on the other hand i wanted the focus on subz despite the composition which would need a lighter color, in the end i chose the same white as zam's shirt cause i like that it made him look cut off
zam has no nipples cause his species (skyformes) are homunculi in my Minecraft LoreTM (he should also have way more scars than just his neck but i havent decided where to put them yet)
this was actually drawn right when i changed zam's design to have red teeth but it made making the dandelion seeds visible a nightmare so i decided to just keep them white in this drawing
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iciclesses · 5 months
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We all know and love ex boyfriend Simon who just can't accept that you're broken up, now hear me out- that trope but the reader is just as toxic.
cw sadistic/mean reader, cheating, reader/nameless character smut but no reader/Ghost smut, brief mention of violence against Ghost but its like two lines
Maybe you're a military member yourself in a different squad, traveling about the world and kicking ass on your own. Love yourself a good fling here and there, you hate being tied down. Nothing worse than someone clingy, attached, at home expecting something from you after a long day when all you want to do during leave is drink and sleep and take long hot showers.
But something about Simon wriggled itself in the back of your mind long ago, growing worse ever since he had the nerve to deny your break up speech. You can't get him out of there, as much as you try. Makes you fucking hate him, makes anger roll in your stomach at the mere thought of him. Smelling someone smoking the same brand of cigarettes as him alone has you on edge.
You want to beat the audacity out of him, get him on the ground and make him fucking apologize for living inside your head like he belonged there. You touch yourself thinking about him sobbing, speech slurred by how swollen his bleeding lips are as he begs for you. You cum thinking about using him as a toy- he is a toy, nothing more, he couldn't be anything more, you dumped him after all--
You decide to punish him. Every hookup you have, you start showing Simon proof- the only texts you ever send to him, his normal polite messages ignored. He decides you're still dating? Bet seeing you cheat would rile him up then, maybe make him finally get sick of you and fuck off- both in your head and in real life. It started off simple, bite marks and hickeys right where Simon knows you like it, courtesy of a gentleman in Tokyo. Next, just a sliver of skin around your hips, nothing explicit he could get off to but enough for Simon to see the finger shaped bruises in your soft skin, left by a gorgeous woman who's perfume permeated your hotel for days after. Next time you're less kind, a photo taken in the mirror of your legs spread open, pussy glistening and dripping with some stranger's cum. That one had Simon trying to call you seconds after the little 'read' notification popped up and you couldn't help but laugh as you let it ring. Even when you were together you had never let Simon do that to you.
When even the photos got boring to you, and they still didn't stop Simon from sending you sappy photos and texts (who still sends good morning texts? Are we in high school? Grow up,) you decided to escalate again. Your newest hookup was enthusiastic about the idea when you presented it to him, and he proudly took a video from his point of view while fucking you from the back. You didn't force any noises, this guy was good enough to have you sounding like a whore on his own. You wouldn't remember his name to save your life, but you'd never forget his dick.
"F-f-fuck, that's it baby, so much better than-" Your own moan cut off your line, you'd planned to say it specifically because you wanted it to hurt but just the thought of how it would really tear Simon open had you clenching down harder on your partner's cock. Fucking thing was splitting you open, wet slapping noises echoing in the hotel room you'd booked for the night.
Surprise overtook you as your partner grabbed you by the throat with his spare hand, his thumb forcing you to crane your neck awkwardly to the side. Better view for the camera, sick bastard.
"Better than who, doll? C'mon, say it nice and loud for the camera now."
"Christ, fuck, so much better than Simon! Fucking l-loser can't even get it through his head I dumped him six months ago- ohh don't stop I'm so fuckin close--"
-and your partner cuts the video off there, dropping your phone to the mattress in favor of gripping both hands on your hips, fingertips digging in for purchase as he picks up his pace. You gleefully snatch the phone, your text to Simon undoubtedly filled with typos from how hard you were being pounded.
"Can't even wait to send it? Fucking slut."
A keening sound came from your throat as you watched the video's upload progression bar. "Just shut up and keep going, ahh- still so close--"
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laidback-thrills · 6 months
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Uh, hello! Quick joke question for the AU; how does Jack feel about being orange and having his soul inside Dave?
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"If I took it back, maybe he'd leave me the hell alone."
The soul thing...is a very delicate issue. He has a very mixed opinion, to say the very least.
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cookinguptales · 8 months
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frank discussion of gynecological issues and frustrations with OBGYNs (especially re: chronic illness) under the cut, but I guess also potentially useful information for people who want to hear about it
so... some of you might remember when I was going to OGBYNs a little while ago. I have endometriosis and PMDD diagnoses, so going to OBGYNs isn't exactly unusual for me, but I ended up going to see more than I usually do.
this was largely because the hormonal therapy that I was taking for those disorders was starting to fail and I was bleeding a lot. like... for weeks at a time over a period of months. I had to deal with some... frustrating OBGYN advice in this time (such as the rage-inducing "well, women have to bleed") but I also discovered that like... I mean, I think I always knew that I had more vaginal pain than other people I know, but a lot of things hurt me so I just kind of... ignored it?
but they tried to put me on the nuva ring for a little while during this period and my body just... straight-up rejected it. it hurt like a bitch to put in, it kept coming out, I could feel it in there and it hurt, etc.
I ended up comparing notes with some other people I know and realized that my problems with insertion were probably more severe than I'd thought. like, it is not unusual for me to cry during pap smears and have cramping for days afterward. I cannot use tampons without massive pain. your body is not really supposed to physically expel something like a nuva ring several times a day. tmi I guess but I have not found penetration of any kind pleasant.
so I talked to... I want to say four or five different OBGYNs in this period, and none of them gave me a real reason for this. the prevailing attitude was mostly "oh yeah, that happens sometimes. lmao."
the best I could get was a diagnosis of "vaginismus" on my chart, and when I pressed for more information, they basically told me it was a psychological thing where your body is afraid of penetration so it clenches up and won't unclench. they literally grilled me on my history of sexual abuse to see if they could find the source of my dick phobia.
now... not to get too into it, but I do have a history of CSA -- but my pain problems predate it. I got my period relatively early and I've never been able to use tampons or anything like them. every time I've tried has ended in literal tears. again, cramping pain for days, even after the period itself has stopped.
so I get the dick phobia diagnosis from two different doctors, but one of them says she can do a transvaginal ultrasound if I'm really worried. we do this and it is uh. excruciating, honestly. thank god it was in California and they let me get high as a kite.
in the end, they can't find anything "physically" wrong with why I'm in pain and they send me on my way, dick phobia dx in hand.
today. today. YEARS later. I am googling tips on how to try a menstrual cup if you have vaginismus (prep for the trip abroad; I don't like Japanese pads) and I see someone saying "oh, I'm glad that treatment worked for you, my problems are because of ehlers-danlos syndrome."
you know, one of the chronic illnesses I have and one that I divulged to every OBGYN I saw.
what.
paging Dr. Google!!!
I come to find out that folks that have EDS, because of their connective tissue issues and extremely brittle skin, sometimes deal with extreme gynecological pain. it's partially pelvic floor issues, partially the fact that the skin in your vagina is breaking.
so all those times that I said "it feels like it's cutting me" or "it feels like knives" were probably because it was fucking cutting me. all those times I said I felt scraped raw for days was probably because abrasions take a long time to heal when you have EDS.
I cannot believe. I cannot believe. that I went into so many different OBGYNs who told me that my pain issues were because I had a psychological fear of dicks and when I told them I was a lesbian were like "oh well then problem solved" when actually my body was physically tearing. I had even seen blood sometimes and it had always been dismissed as spotting.
the anger I feel rn is indescribable, tbh. I never bought that my problems were all in my head (probably because doctors used that line on me so often when I was a kid and getting other chronic illnesses diagnosed) but the fact that gynecological health science is still so fucking awful that we shrug off pain that is the symptom of dangerous chronic illnesses as "well that happens sometimes" or "have you considered that maybe you're afraid of sex?"
I JUST
this reminds me of when I had to find out from a fucking tumblr post that vaginal secretions are made from blood rather than glands, so if you have bad blood pressure/flow it'll often cause itchiness/dryness/pain. bad blood flow like... idk... maybe POTS.
so again, it was actually one of my known chronic illnesses causing gynecological issues, not any of the other bullshit reasons doctors were giving me, like age or stress.
I hate that I'm fucking 33 years old and I still have to learn stuff like this from google searches. I still don't know how my shitty body works, and it's largely because of stuff like this. what the fuck. I'm so mad. why do doctors still treat vaginas like a fucking scary mystery?
I'm well aware that Dr. Google doesn't always know what the fuck it's talking about, but apparently neither do my doctors! which is why, yet again, I'm up all night reading medical journals in the vain attempt to figure out how to actually live my life!
ugh!!!
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suncaptor · 10 days
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supernatural is so funny because you for real can just use the main characters devolvement arcs as horror stories of how not to turn into worse versions of yourself.
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w3t-c4t · 2 months
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I’ve been having a rough year so far and I found some motivation to draw something for myself so heres some Doll and Yeva angst bc I’m overly emotional and I miss my bio mom a lot more than usual tonight
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Translation: Oh mama, please make me six again. I want to crawl into your arms and cry so that you make me feel better. Mama, I’m sick. I don’t want to starve anymore. I drink so much and I’m broke because all I do is buy weed and vodka. Mom, please make me your baby again. I’m sorry I’ve went astraw, please bring me back, please, please.
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awnaron · 6 months
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Something about juanaflippa being a fucked up experiment, a monster of the federations creation, walking around in her reaninated corpse, stitched together with code and scraps of memories of her former life. Being rebuilt for the purpose of control and emotionally manipulating, but she only wants to love and spend time with her papa.
But what if thats only because thats what she was coded to do? Is it even real? Where does the code end and flippa begin? Maybe it is somewhat real still, in a sense, or maybe its simply very real, but she is a virus, and try as she might to get closer to her papa she twists her corruption in further. She only wants his love but her love is poisoning him.
Maybe he even knows it, deep down. But he doesnt care. It doesnt matter. Like he said, he would do anything for her.
Whats a piece of faulty code? Whats the sensation of computer bugs tingling, burying under your skin, a virus leeching into your very being, the feeling of tugging strings, chords, wires, being pulled? How could any of that possibly compare, to the deep ever expanding hole that the grief of her absence left? The nightmares replaying of her death over and over, or even worse, the dreams of the good times, only to wake up and a feel the cold of an empty home, being forced to remember and relive the death of your only daughter as the world just keeps… spinning…
Its no comparison, so there isnt even a choice really. It pushes pass the point of self preservation. Absolute desperation. And so he clings close. Never lets her out of his sight. Afraid even to blink and open his eyes and her to be gone. Twisting and winding strings. Wrapping the wires over himself just to be closer.
Deep down he knows. Yes. He knows something isnt right, but he can not find it with in his being to even entertain the possiblity
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emobatsy · 2 months
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my ear pain moved... down?? into my jaw and teeth??? and now i cant fucking sleep. its like someone slowly pulling my molars while spreading my jaw?! and applying pressure to my nose from the inside of my mouth??? wtf the fuck. guess i get up early to call doctors for emergency appointments bc uhm. wtf.
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trashmammal-7 · 1 year
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Throwback to november when I had to drag this big fucking painting of Jon throughout an entire day of school because he was too big to fit in my locker.
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jamiesfootball · 4 months
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long time listener first time caller: if you're still in need/want/severe drought of prompts to CopeTM, may I request some holiday traumaversary hurt/comfort w rjk? love your work <3
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hello and thank you @italicized-oh (now with corrected username. i hope. i rechecked your other message like five times so hopefully this goes to the right person).
I think I understood your prompt? I'm no longer sure I understand hurt/comfort when I'm writing it, because this turned out much sadder than I meant for it to be, but here we go! Have some platonic rjk, with holiday stuff, and also some trauma, and people caring about each other.
Warnings for emotional/verbal/physical abuse
"My mum once told me I ruined Christmas."
Roy quirked an eyebrow at her, but he didn't say anything in response.
Keeley wrung her hands around the bottle. The cold condensate from the glass clung unpleasantly against her pajama sleeves, dampening the fine silk.
"I was fifteen. I told her I wanted to go ice skating with my friends on Christmas morning and that we could do presents in the afternoon. She told me I was being selfish."
Keeley passed over the champagne. He knocked it back like the fat bottle weighed nothing more than a beer bottle. She couldn't do that. With the bottle half-full, she had to use both hands to tilt it back -- more than once she'd nearly sloshed it, her nose tickling with bubbles that threatened to churn out too fast.
"She was always on me about stuff like that. Wanting to go out all the time. She said I preferred my friends over her, and she was right. It was suffocating, living in that house."
Roy passed her the bottle back. She grabbed it with both hands, his grip steadying hers until the bottle was safely in her lap.
Between them, Jamie dozed the sleep of the exhausted.
Settled on the floor behind his couch with only a thin throw blanket between him and the wooden floor, his face was as peaceful as she could remember seeing him these past few months. With Roy's leather jacket tucked over him, gently lifting and falling with his breaths, she could almost mistake him for happy.
The snow outside reflected too much light for her to make that mistake.
The champagne settled uncomfortably in her stomach.
"I'm not saying I was perfect either. I know I started by telling her she was being unreasonable, but I know I ended up shouting at her that she was being a bitch -- that's what really set her off. Took the turkey out of the oven and dumped it straight in the trash. Banging plates around and making a big show out of getting rid of all the food she'd made. Told me that I was being ungrateful and that I had ruined Christmas, so there wasn't any point in celebrating was there? Then she called me a trollop and said that it was just her luck that she had a daughter who'd rather be getting fingered in the park rather than spending time with her mum."
"Jesus fuck." Roy turned towards her with his eyebrows raised to his hairline.
"Then I screamed that I hated her and I spent all of Christmas Eve crying in my room," Keeley finished. The snow continued to flutter to the ground in tiny snowflakes, that would then cluster to make molehills. The wet hem around her ankles could attest to that. Keeley chewed on her lip. Quietly, she set the bottle down. "Do you know what happened the next morning?"
"You called her something worse and set her bed on fire?" Roy suggested.
A giggle bubbled out of her throat. "No. No, the next morning I came downstairs, and she had made me pancakes. Fresh fruit, whip cream, chocolate chips, honey. She told me that she didn't want to talk about what happened -- that we should just forget it and start over. She spent the whole morning treating me like a princess. I didn't even think to ask about going out with my friends. Just told them the next time I saw them that she'd said no, and that was that."
Jamie's cheek was warm against her thigh. She brushed his hair away from his face. His hair was usually so soft, but between her fingers it felt brittle and dry.
She swallowed. "I get that it's messed up now. I mean, you've met her."
Roy made a noise that was both an agreement and an implied insult.
"But I didn't know how to say any of that then. It was like, I knew what she was doing was shit, and that my friends' mums weren't usually like that with them, but then she'd turn around and she'd be so nice, you know? I even had friends of mine who'd tell me they were jealous of how much my mum worried after me -- said that their parents wouldn't even notice if they were on fire. Said I should be grateful that she cared. After all, she could be way worse."
She couldn't take her eyes off of Jamie. She knew it was just her imagination filling in what her mind knew was there -- it was too dark to actually see the red handprint on Jamie's cheek. It was burned into her mind all the same.
"It's not that bad," he'd told her when she'd rushed over in her pajamas, called in for back-up by a Roy who was seething in the background. "Really. He's not even drunk anymore -- it could've been a whole lot worse."
Her breath felt weak in her chest. "But I didn't want something that was only okay some of the time. And I know now that I don't deserve that either."
Roy's hand gently covered hers where it rested on Jamie's head. Against her freezing fingers, he felt as warm as a brand.
"How do we get him to see that too, Roy?"
He squeezed her hand and offered, "We can go to his dad's house and set his bed on fire."
Keeley giggled, the laugh choking out of her louder than she meant.
Jamie shifted at the noise, turning trustingly under her palm.
"Yeah. Yeah, that sounds perfect," she whispered, trying not to ruin what little rest Jamie could get.
Roy ran his thumb against the back of her hand, and she imagined kindling trying to light a spark. Outside, the world was cold and quiet and dusted unpleasantly with snow. The two of them, with their hands locked over the sleeping gift between them, would have to keep warmth enough.
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eggs-can-draw · 11 months
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Sp……spider-kuma my beloved
Theme song under the cut by @firedemongaming
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rotomblr-polls · 3 months
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Submission:
Who's the best gen 5 legend?
Reshiram
Zekrom
Kyurem
Keldeo
Verizion
Cobalion
Terrakion
Genesect.
(Ooc: Idk if i spelled Genesect correctly.)
Reblogs are appreciated.
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daz4i · 1 month
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looking over test results. looking up what one of them says. "if your results are higher than the norm your bone marrow is fucked. you have bone marrow disease. or this type of blood cancer. or this extremely rare deadly disease. no other option sorry". norm is between 0-19 my result is 31
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