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smokeygrayrabbits · 10 months

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plants are genetically engineered to be generators right? and they need humans to regulate their production and environment to an extent? so I'm thinking, plants are designed to be cared for. they need to be loved and cared for and looked after, as a product of humans genetic meddling. they need to care as well. designed to want to help and nurture and support and protect. independents are no exception.

nai fills his need to care and provide by looking after his sisters. protecting and nurturing them in the way that humans always fail to. nai sates his need to be cared for through worship. the unending, manic devotion of his followers, who throw themselves at his feet and bend to his every whim its not quite right, not enough. there's no genuine love to it, none of the give and take that his body craves, but it's close enough. it lets him do what needs to be done. it's not it's not it's not it's all wrong all he wants to do is look after vash, he loves vash, his brother, his other half. they were meant to be together, alwaysalwaysalways but they took him

Vash fills his need to care by looking after humans. he protects them, loves them, fights tooth and nail for them. he gives them his time and heart and love and they give nothing. nothingnothingnothing please it's enough its not it's not he's starving somebody please-. he gives and gives and gives and when there's nothing left, when he's dried out and empty and aching he gives a little more. they give nothing back. there's nothing returned. nothing to complete the circuit and that's all he is to them. an energy circuit. a generator. a piece of equipment, a resource they can drain until hes dry. they're nothing returned, it's wrongwrongwrongemptyoleasepleaseplease not enough. but giving helps! so he gives and gives to try and sate his need to take, to be given to. and it's enough its not. it's killing him. and nai knows it.

so nai does what he can. gives one single gift to his brother, his angel, who would never accept the oblations he's due. he gives an angel a priest.

nai taught him well. raised the priest in the church he built to his brother and their sisters. taught him all he needs to know. the worship of giving and worship pressed into the pages of the Bibles they placed into the priests hands when he was a child. hymns of feathers and glowing stars in the in the flesh of angels sung to the boy until he was humming them while he carried out his holy duty.

instructions for how to love, to care for an angel hidden is gospel under the guise of worship. but what does his brother deserve ~~*need* in the same way nai does. in the way neither of them will admit~~ if not worship?

instructions for preening and plant care tucked safely into metaphors for life and love and holy dues. directions on caring for lost technology for how to take the broken pieces of an angel and mend them back together taught under the guise of maintaining a cross of destruction

#vash the stampede #trigun headcanons #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood #millions knives #plant vash #idk what this post is #98 trigun #i read too much fanfiction #i really need help #religious symbolism #bootlegged though #im sorry

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roseinrapture · 1 year

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Hi this is a time sensitive donation post

I need 85$ to get through his weekend. Due to a subscription error on an investing app I thought I deleted, they took all the money in my account, set aside for bills and living and commuting expenses.

As I wait for them to process and refund the wrongful charge I need to get to work this weekend, get my account out the negatives.

I have a new job i've been angling to get, and working on getting the refund. I just need money to commute to work this weekend.

please help a black chronically ills nonbinary biddy out

Cashapp is $DamaskRose

Paypal is [email protected]

(edit i had used my work email by accident for paypal my apologies)

#any help is appreciated #donate #mutual aid #signal boost #I been trying to get commission but no one is biting #I really need help

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hazelchooseme · 6 months

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how to stop imagining stories and start writing them challenge

#hazel callahan #ruby cruz #bottoms movie #bottoms 2023 #I really need help

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honeyxmonkey · 2 months

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LoK au Douxie! His mom is from the water tribe and his dad is fire nation. He grew up in the South Pole, and after his mother was killed in an unfortunate attack, he was adopted by his younger half brother’s mom

he's also obviously painfully a homosexual

Avatar au in my brain, but slightly to the left. Thoughts is that Douxie’s father wanted to make an artificial avatar, a powerful being he could control for his own purposes. But the spirit he captured and infused in his infant son refused to cooperate resulting in the baby nearly dying until his father had to abandon the project altogether. It left Douxie sick and weakly growing up and not without scars. But it also left him tainted with spirit energy resulting in him unlocking a type of bending previously known only to spirits and the avatar themselves. Energy bending.

So, essentially, this is just me creating an excuse for Douxie to have what is basically "magic" in the atla universe

After Douxie’s mother died, Barbara adopted him, knowing that no matter how angry she was at her ex-husband, she couldn't blame a suffering child for it

Jim, his younger half brother, is something of a waterbending prodigy. Douxie, believed for a majority of his life to be a nonbender, loved to watch his baby brother be so good at something. To love it clearly and want to be good at it

Since Douxie had been sickly for basically his whole life for unknown reasons living with a healer proved to be beneficial to him, especially during the times when his overall health would decline rapidly at the drop of a hat

At one point it got so bad that he had to be seen by specialists in Republic City. Jim went with him for moral support, which is where they get tangled up in Avatar shenanigans and Korra accidentally activates Douxie’s long dormant spirit abilities and energy bending

Fun notes: he and Korra probably would have met sooner if she hadn't grown up in what was essentially a military compound. Their parents were pretty close friends, and it's a shame they never got to meet before Republic City.

I have a lot of lore for this au and plenty of angst, including Douxie being so goddamn scared of himself that he begs Amon to take his bending away. But since his isn't exactly "bending" and more basically just "spirit magic" it doesn't work.

Don't know when I'll start really writing this but it's gonna happen eventually.

#i watched half an episode of tlok and decided to make a whole ass au #i really need help #tales of arcadia #wizards tales of arcadia #hisirdoux casperan #toa wizards #honey's art #tlok #tlok au #avatar au

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klerhisboring · 1 month

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HELP HELP HELP ,

i really need to be a model because i want to help my mother financially so if anyone as tips for me i would be glad pls ?

it's not like i absolutely want to do this but i've really think about my mother and her money problems and i want to help her because i feel like i'm a weight on her shoulders and i 've really think about it because i don't see any other work i could do at my age. I already been told few times that i should do modeling but it scares me so much ofc i will loose more weight (even if i'm slim) because i really want to look perfect ... it makes me so sad idk why i just want to help her 😔

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warringwarrioridiot · 8 months

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Another lovely vent.

TW: mentions of suicidal thoughts, mother issues, potential manipulation, feminine problems, purposefully triggering people, just my problems.

My mother has called me a whore since I was 14. why? Because of the dark shade of lipstick I wear and the skin-tight shirts I own.

Tags because I want people to be more aware of these types of problems bc I know I'm not alone on this: @cheezestick @p1n34ppl3-c4t24 @mrskokushibo @kazutoras-bitch @demiboyenmu @zohakuten7 @dark-heartgirl @a-preferable-alternative @a-gay-h0e @kokusfluffyhair

#personal vent #vent post #tw vent #vent #i need therapy #warringwarrioridiot #thank you #i really need help

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asteriasfallingstarsandtears · 3 months

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I finished my work project, so now I can let this stupid idea run free. Never written in second before but want to try it more, also, trying to keep gender neutral in general.

The words Sceleritas can say about your LI turned against Durgetash.

#durgetash #enver gortash #Sceleritas #bg3 #bg3 dark urge #dark urge #I really need help #more wips

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theonethatdidntgetaway · 5 months

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“I know what kind of king I need to be…for you.”

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dried-mushroom · 2 years

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Why?

The Grabber x Reader

tw: belts, angst, kidnapping

You had finally gotten away. You had finally made it out of the torture which you've endured now for months, stuck in that basement, or so you had thought.

You knew the game he was playing, leaving the door unlocked, the handle practically beckoning you to turn it. You knew if you went up those stairs right away, he'd be sitting there with that fucking belt, waiting to use it on you. He'd beat you bloody, till you were unconscious or even worse; dead. Did he honestly think you were that stupid? you waited at least an hour before venturing up those stairs and into what that monster calls 'home'.

Your eyes searched the darkness of the living room, looking for anything of use, the only source of light was emitting from the kitchen. Where he was just sitting, seemingly deep asleep, his gangly legs spread wide, with his belt resting slack in his hand. The sight made you shudder, knowing what could have happened to you if you happened to be any earlier.

Your eyes found the front door and to your luck, it only had a basic lock, it didn't have a combination lock which would most likely have taken you eons to crack. Quickly you spared a glace at your captor, who hadn't stired, thankfully. You brought up your trembling fingers towards the lock, and a nervous jitter started in your abdomen. Any loud noise could alert the man or 'The Grabber' as others called him, and if he caught you trying to escape, he'd most likely butcher you.

A wave of relief washed over you as the door unlocked almost silently. You had finally gotten away. You had finally made it out of the torture which you've endured now for months, stuck in that basement, all you had to do was open the door and run. As soon as you turned the handle, a loud voice laced with pure anger pierced the chill air,

"GET FUCKING BACK HERE."

You knew exactly who that voice belonged to and it made your blood curdle. 'It's now or never' you thought to yourself before you pushed the door open wide and took off. The thudding of his boots on the floor, chasing after you made you run even harder.

"You bitch, no matter how fast you run, I'll catch you."

His threat meant nothing to you as you had made it down the street. Even without running for months, you were truthfully surprised at how fast you were, high on adrenaline. You couldn't hear him chasing after you. So you had a chance to slow down and catch your breath. You let out a laugh as you now were free, free from your concrete prison, your fucked up captor, it was all gone. Now all you had to do was go to the authorities and tell them everything.

Oh how you were so wrong.

As you were now briskly walking up the narrow street, the familiar rumble of a particular car sent you running faster than before. You knew it was him, he had found you, and he was going to take you back to that fucking basement and do God knows what to you. Yet, you kept persisting, running further on the pavement, just trying to escape your doom.

Suddenly you roughly hit the ground, a pair of hands grabbed your hips harshly pulling you closer to the warm bare chest of someone. Him. You both were obscured from sight in some shrubs. You could feel the bottom of his mask press into your shoulder, and you saw a porch light turn on at the house only a few feet away. Tears started to form in your eyes, as you realised that you were going to put through hell when he took you back. You felt the cool touch of a blade pressed against your through, he whispered,

"If you say one fucking word, and I will gut you like a pig right here in the street and strangle you with your own intestine."

His threat made your building tears fall down your cheeks, but you stayed silent. When the porch light flickered off, he moved the blade and straddled you, the last thing you remember is the last words he spoke before knocking you out with his fist, adorning rings.

"Nighty night naughty girl."

smol time skip

You think it's morning when you stir, a throbbing pain sets behind your right eye and you feel the familiar uncomfortable mattress beneath and you suddenly remember the events of last night making you gulp. Fearing the worst, you didn't move a muscle. An amused chuckle broke the air,

"You naughty fucking girl. LOOK AT ME"

You slowly sat up, inching closer towards the wall, inching further away from him. You took notice of how he didn't change from last night's attire. Did he watch you all night? the thought sent a shiver down your spine as you met his eyes, through the mask of course.

"You really tried to leave me? why? Was I not good enough for you?"

His words oozed hurt and condescension as he looked down at you, from the opposite wall, you froze when you saw the belt taut around his hand, he noticed your eyes lingering down at his hand.

"Oh this little thing? well, you need a punishment for what you did and my belt seems pretty fitting, no?"

Your face drained as he walked closer to you, almost imitating a predator stalking its prey. He got close to the edge of the mattress, the tension thickening with every second. Before you had a chance to defend yourself, he lashed out and hit you, right on the jaw with his free hand, making you double over in pain. He bent down to your height and pushed your hand away from where he hit, practically admiring his handiwork. He quickly dropped his hand before ordering you,

"On your stomach. now. also, top off"

You did as he said, slowly undressing your top half, him staring awfully long at your bare breasts, before lying uncomfortably face down on the mattress. He placed a boot roughly on your lower back, making you bite your lip in pain, you assume he did this for dominance and to make sure you don't squirm. He didn't waste a precious second before whacking your back with the rough leather of the belt. The impact of the belt broke your skin and made tears bubble up, a scream getting caught in your throat. He hit you, again, and again, and again, and you almost lost count of how many times that leather made contact with your bare skin, now sticky and cold with blood.

Your face is stained wet with tears, your throat scratched red raw from relentless screaming from the pain he inflicted on you. While hitting you, he'd barely say anything, seemingly too enraged to even degrade you. You couldn't bear the torture any longer, you hoarsely begged him.

"please. enough. I'm sorry. I won't try to leave. ever again. just please stop hitting me. please."

Most of your words came out in choked sobs, you were barely coherent. He laughed before hitting you once more as if you needed a reminder. Yet he decided to be 'merciful', he slid his boot from your lower back and bent down to your level. Not without fisting a hand in your hair, craning your neck to look into his eyes, which you noticed were unnervingly glossy.

"You better hope those pretty wounds don't get infected."

Without another word he left you alone in the room, slamming the door shut and locking it. Even with him gone, you still were crying, crying wasn't the right word. It was borderline hysterical sobbing, here you were after you tried to finally be free, stuck in the same basement knowing you'd never be free until the day you die or alternatively, killed him. You pulled your knees to your chest and faced the wall, begging yourself to just stop breathing, then it'd be all over.

The next morning

He almost felt bad for what he did to you. Seeing you so vulnerable, under him made him feel euphoric but as soon as he saw your face, he felt a trickle of guilt seep into him, he saw the look of pure fear and pain in your eyes. (which would irl prob make him hard but oh well).

You didn't sleep at all that night, too paranoid of him coming back to shut an eye. It was morning, as you could see the light come through the vent close to the roof from the corner of your eye. You didn't bother to move, your back felt worse than it did yesterday, the welts had an everlasting burning to them. When you heard the door click open you just wished the ground beneath you would just open up and swallow you whole. You didn't budge when he walked closer to you and placed the tray of 'food' down on the floor near you. You felt the mattress dip and he sat next to your smaller frame. He placed a hand on your thigh and felt how you tensed up.

"I'm really sorry for what I did to you yesterday...I shouldn't have hurt you so bad."

Hearing his apology made you sit up, and you noticed he wasn't wearing his mask, it was odd to see since he was always wearing that creepy fucking mask. He was staring at his lap, his auburn hair covering part of his face. You moved closer to him and whispered,

"Thanks...for apologizing"

The tension in the room was honestly awkward until he offered to fetch some disinfectant and another clean shirt, you nodded at his offer. When he came back with his supplies he looked down at you softly. He sat behind you as you flipped your hair to the side, as he started to dab a cloth soaked in disinfectant on your wounds, making you let out a hiss of pain. He put a reassuring hand on your bare shoulder while cleaning you.

After he was finished, he gave you one of his black silk shirts, it honestly felt so soothing to your skin. Once you were fully dressed, he beckoned you to sit in between his legs, you don't know what compelled you to do it. Your back was pressed against the soft material of his open cardigan and some of his bare chest. While his chin rested gently on your shoulder. He mumbled in your ear,

"This is...nice...We shoulc be like this more often."

You mumbled an agreement, as you started to feel drowsy in the man's arms, slowly you drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

Little did you realise that this was exactly what he had planned from the start.

#ethan hawke #the black phone #the grabber #the grabber x reader #i want this man so bad #i need to touch grass #i really need help

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