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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham & Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun Characters: Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, OMC Additional Tags: Violence, Betrayal, mafia business, deal gone wrong, Protective Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, Badass Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, Soft Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun Needs a Hug, Attempted Rape, Murder, Korn is evil, But that's not news, dislocated shoulder, Pre-Canon Series: Part 13 of Whumptober Prompts Summary:
Vegas is again thrown to the wolves by the main family. Pete won't allow it to go south.
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garadinervi · 4 months
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Wounded Knee Massacre, Wounded Knee Creek, SD, December 29, 1890 / 2023
Image: Bruce Carter, We Remember Wounded Knee 1890-1973, 1974 [Oakland Museum of California, Oakland, CA. Library of Congress, Washington, D.C.]
Plus: Dec. 29, 1890: Wounded Knee Massacre, Zinn Education Project
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midwestdyke · 5 months
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Gnashing My Teeth - prints available here
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callisteios · 1 year
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would you like to be a god? take this uquiz to find out what sort of god you'd be
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dual-cetacean · 22 days
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"The Shatterverse is saved, the prism shards are back where they belong, and Green Hill Zone is restored. However, Nine cannot let go. Afraid the Roses and Shadow won’t be fast enough to save Sonic, they chase after them — accidentally flying into the gateway, too. Now locked out of their universe, and more importantly, the Grim, what is a lonely number 9 supposed to do?"
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Chapter log
Season 1
Situation 1: So much (for) Prism dust (↑) Situation 2: I’m your best friend, I’m your family. Situation 3: Tea and Toast. (unavailable) Situation 4: Lonely Heart's Club (unavailable) Situation 5: Stranger in a Strange Land (unavailable) Situation 6: I hope, pray you bite your tongue (unavailable). Situation 7: Capital T, but Trouble looks for me (unavailable). Situation 8: Star-Crossed Brothers. (unavailable)
Heyo! I know that this series ended months ago, but this cartoon has me in a head grip. This has been cooking since February, and I'm finally ready to post it after two full months of working on it. I enjoyed season 3 and the rest of the series but was unsatisfied with the ending. So, for everyone like me who wants more out of the story, I hope you enjoy this, especially for the ones whose favourite character is Nine, like me. Plenty of other characters will also appear in it, but for now, it Nine centric.
I am incredibly proud of the cover art I made and put a lot of effort into it. Making all those renders for the characters was a serious undertaking, but it looks great, and I had a lot of fun figuring out how to paint foam and water.
I also made a playlist for this fic so if you're looking for fitting music, here it is! (Current and future chapter titles are also inspired by these songs)
The cover ver without the other characters in the water is under keep reading
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raayllum · 9 months
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—cut lines from 5x08, Finnegrin's Wake
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pdalicedraws · 7 months
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She doesn't know why she was the trigger, but she could tell she was the trigger.
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faerynova · 9 months
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I’m your Connective Tissue AU, what wound caused the scarring on Leo’s left Plastron? It looks like it was a very serious and painful injury. Was it life threatening? Does it still cause problems?
Love your work, and can’t wait to see more!
no real spoilers but YES IT WAS LIFE THREATENING he got a puncture wound there!
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magic definitely helped in closing that over as neatly as it did. and the square is actually a surgery scar!
on humans, you can cut out bone and then put it back and itll reattach itself and regrow. but for turtle plastrons, if you remove it then it immediately dies and cannot be reattached! so you cut 3 sides of a square, drill holes in the 4th side, and open it like a little door to get inside
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the 2 holes on the other sides are for stitches to hold it all together while healing.
all his organs are fine after surgery but the wounds in his actual plastron, like the cracks in his shell, are definitely painful for a long time since its a more flexible material than a real life turtle carapace so theres good opportunity to strain it.
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fuckalicent · 9 months
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he had a pretty face, he thought, but her eyes were sad and weary.
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creepy-can · 9 months
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re-drew a panel from this small comic.
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tiredsurvivoronmain · 3 months
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*remembers Wesker didn't have his finger on the trigger*
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garadinervi · 4 months
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«They Made Us Many Promises...», by Standing Bear (artist of the Oglala Sioux), ca. 1973 [Oakland Museum of California, Oakland, CA]
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«They Made Us Many Promises, More Than I Can Remember But. They Never Kept But One. They Promised To Take Our Land. And They Took It» massacre at Wounded Knee – December 29, 1890
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itty-bitty-sunshine · 7 months
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im curious, how did perkeo become immortal? you say theyre the dont age dont die type but theyve still aged to the point of an average adult. so was there a point where they became immortal? were they born immortal but still aged to the point where they seemed like the average human then stopped?
this is a bit more morbid but im curious about this too
how severe can injuries get if they cant die? how does their body handle situations where the average person would bleed out? would they heal faster? would they just have infinite blood? what if they got into a coma? would they ever wake up? or is it just not possible? how would they heal from injuries that would make it impossible for the average person to come back?
if youre not willing to answer the second stuff thats fine, im just really curious
They do not remember
The earliest memory they have is on the kingdom, and they were already a grown person by then
They remember kneeling, the agreement made with the king
They remember tests, and them stopping with lack of results
They remember doing their job afterwards, and the years that went on as they remained the same
They remember making people smile and laugh and how they cherished that feeling more than anything
That does not mean they never had a family, though
Morbid details under cut
Very. They had to crawl their way out of things no human could even dream of surviving, things no one should have survived — or even lived enough through it as it happened
They can still get dizzy, they can still faint, things can go to black, but eventually their brain will pull them back awake again. Die, but come back
The wound would close, but they can bleed out. They can feel the dizziness, the cold, the pain. If severe enough, they could pass out — either until the wound closes or until their brain decides it gotta keep fighting still. That said, they very likely could deal with a stab wound without passing out if outside factors are not included (if anything, they would just be annoyed)
Sewing a wound would likely make it close faster than leaving it alone
Their heart would always start beating again even after stopping, so I guess you could say they have infinite blood?
They would wake up from a coma I'm pretty sure (how long it would take would depend on the cause), unless it was like, medically induced (which would mean constant upkeep to keep em like that) because yk. Strong drugs
They do heal from injuries that would be impossible for a normal person to survive. Their body puts itself back together – and when it can't, it just makes a new part to compensate
So, for example: let's say they get decapitated. They could put the head back on the neck, and the body would work to glue the two together again
Now, let's say they lost a leg and for some reason could not try to put the leg back in place: then the body would make a new leg. It would take a lot longer, and be infinitely more painful, but it would be back in place one way or another
(Now for what happens to the lost limb — idk it probably rots as the body regens. They are already immortal, might as well throw some nonsense in the mix)
How can they grab their own head and put it back? Idk that's too much to keep track of. Maybe magic who knows
Also! Burned skin will heal and fade, take that was you will
Essentially I would say it's just kind of nightmarish but they do heal pretty fast (how fast? Idk, but pretty fast), and that they would also be pretty used to some level of pain rn
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spinaroos-47 · 5 months
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HOW MANY ROUTES ARE IN THIS GAME??
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whumpdrivethru · 9 months
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Can I get a uhhh… Defiant Whumpee with high-pain tolerance and a Caretaker who worries sick about them while Whumpee laughs at their own injuries??? Thank you!
Heyyy! Thank you for choosing the whump drive-thru! Enjoyyyyyyy < 3
Where Even Diamonds Shatter
TW: Blood, slightly graphic description of injuries, implied past captivity, implied past torture, bruises, angsty
It wasn't the rumbling thunder or the honking of cars speeding down the highway that roused Caretaker from their already fitful sleep. It was the frantic rapping at the door, that awfully distinct knock that tore them away from their sheets and cracked their eyes wide open.
"Ah, took you long enough," Whumpee quipped, smiling brightly at Caretaker, but there was nothing behind the eyes. Their whole body trembled, soaked to the bone in rainwater.
"Y-you look like hell," Caretaker rasped out, the concern still clear in their tone, even through their sleep-hoarse voice.
"I didn't imagine hell to be so wet." Whumpee let their lip curl upwards into a lopsided smirk as Caretaker frantically pulled them inside, unable to find Whumpee's jokes amusing the way they usually did.
Out of a force of habit more than anything else, Whumpee threw themselves on the couch, shrugging their boots off and tossing one leg over the other, the almost sarcastic groan too stoic of a reaction for the horrible state they were in right now. Their cheeks were hollow, and the bags under their eyes were dark and heavy, and they looked significantly older, even though Whumpee was barely an adult, much like Caretaker was. A patchwork of bruises in sickly shades of purple and brown marred their face, and scratches of various sizes littered their visage.
All of it made Caretaker terrified of what was concealed underneath the flimsy fabric of Whumpee's shirt as they mentally steeled themselves for the result.
"Spoiler alert, it isn't pretty," Whumpee quipped, their eyes full of mirth and amusement, and yet so unbearably empty as Caretaker lifted it up.
Ghastly. Horrifying. Gruesome. It didn't matter how many terrible words Caretaker used to describe the state Whumpee's abdomen was in, it would still be a sight burned into their eyes, engraved into their memory. Lacerations snaked across their body in various degrees of healing, the blood still fresh on some of them. The wounds were dull and ugly, clearly produced by a blunt tool, definitely not deadly, but fashioned to produce as much pain as possible. They looked more like the result of a vicious beast dragging its fangs through Whumpee's vulnerable flesh, slow and tormenting.
It wasn't that the wounds were simply unsightly; they were a reminder of all the torture Whumpee had been subjected to, of the extent of its brutality, and yet here they were, scoffing and laughing and making a show of rolling their eyes at every grimace and soft gasp that Caretaker gave. It amazed them, how they still managed to remain composed with injuries as deep as these.
"W-what did they do to you?" Caretaker breathed out softly, worrying their bottom lip in between their teeth, still unable to register what they were looking at, their eyes unfocused and glazed over.
"Ah this? Just a minor disagreement between civilised people, ya know. They say they want me to beg, and I say screw you. I'm not sure, but I don't really think they liked that," Whumpee replied offhandedly, laughing softly.
If it was anyone but Caretaker, they would've believed that laughter was genuine. They could see the hollow, lifeless look in their eyes, the way their muscles tensed, the subtle manner in which they clenched their jaw, all indicators of the severe pain they were in. They wished more than anything to scream at them to stop making a mockery of their injuries.
Instead, they went over to the bathroom, gathering medical supplies into their arms, only for Whumpee to raise an eyebrow at them sceptically. And just before they could let another snarky, ill-fitting joke fall from their lips, Caretaker tossed the supplies onto the coffee table, and their gaze turned steely.
"For the love of God, stop it! None of this crap is funny!" Caretaker thundered, their nostrils flaring as they picked up a few alcohol wipes and pressed them to Whumpee's many wounds.
"Oh come on, Caretaker," Whumpee drawled between hisses of pain as the antiseptic burned across their skin, the alcohol wipes turning crimson ridiculously fast, "would you rather I cry?"
"No," Caretaker bit out tersely, "but you shouldn't be making fun of it either."
"I shouldn't?" Whumpee hissed, voice dropping dangerously low, "Do you know how hard I bit down on my lips to stop myself from screaming, but I still did anyway? Do you know what it was like living a life where every goddamn moment is agony?!"
All their composure had disappeared into nothing, their walls broken down, the cold indifference replaced by a quivering lip and furious, shameful tears streaming down their face. Whumpee hurriedly wiped at them, as though acid was flowing down their face.
Caretaker's gaze softened as they crouched down a little lower, using the alcohol wipe in their hand to wipe the blood off their hands. They wiped the new tears off Whumpee's face with their fingers, blissfully cool against their burning skin. "I'm sorry, love," they whispered, carding their fingers through Whumpee's hair.
"You've been through a lot, I know. But it's okay to be vulnerable. It's okay, I swear. It doesn't make you weak or whatever crap they told you. You don't have to laugh when you don't really want to," they continued with the same gentle tone, cupping their jaw and giving them a fond smile that still carried a forlorn air to it.
"I just don't want any pity," Whumpee attested, gaze downcast and full of uncertainty.
"And I understand that. You are strong for managing to make it through all this. I want to offer you care and not pity, love," they added, ruffling their hair affectionately.
Whumpee tried for a few false starts, but they ultimately decided on a nod and sucking in a shaky breath.
Their breathing began to slow a little as Caretaker resumed patching up their wounds, and while they still tried to keep their pain well-concealed beneath a clenched jaw as a force of habit, something a bit of time could heal, they weren't completely averse to displaying vulnerability, feeling a lot safer than they ever had in their life under Caretaker's gentle vigilance.
Vulnerability is not an indication of a lack of courage. And, while it may be difficult to process, all one needs is a steadfast companion; someone to lean on when they have been holding their own weight up for so long the way a mountain does. People are not broken objects in need of rigid fixing to return to what they once were, rather, the steps they take to heal, no matter how undesirable, are all that they need, vital to even the most resilient of minds.
Today's server is Natalia! If you enjoyed this meal, we'd all be honoured if you come again <3 <3 <3
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raayllum · 2 months
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—Micah Nemerever, "These Violent Delights"
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