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venture4treasure · 17 days
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“It’s like Drowning”
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Premise: Suicidal!Reader makes an attempt at taking their own life. Venture is there and does their best to make things better. 
Warnings: Suicide Attempt, Mental breakdown, Drowning, Self-deprecation, Hospital
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Venture sat in a chair pulled up beside your hospital bed. They rested their head on the bed rails and tucked their hand underneath their head. They stared at your sleeping form. According to the doctors, you were stable and you just needed to wake up. And you had woken up a couple of times, the nurses said – you’d woken up and gone right back to sleep is what your vitals had indicated. 
Each time you stirred, Venture would sit up, hopeful that you’d finally want to wake up. It took an incredible amount of self-control for them to not shake you or crack a joke to get you to open your eyes. But they figured you’d been through so much already, that you should just wake up on your own time. So, they waited. 
They took brief breaks from all but guarding your bed to take care of themselves – because you hated when they were ever sacrificing their health for you. They also routinely brought more and more of your plushies, pillows, and blankets to you. They placed them around you on your bed so when you woke up, it’d be a little less like a hospital and maybe a little more like home. Especially, if you woke up when they weren’t around, they needed you to know you were on their mind and they were thinking about you. And that you aren’t alone. 
Right now, there was nothing left to do. The moon hung high in the sky and lit up the room. The lights of your room had long been turned off for the night. They reached to rest their hand atop yours, and thank god your hands are warm. Because despite what machines can tell them, the warmth of your body and breath will always be more reassuring. They cringe as memories of that night resurface in their mind. 
They had felt something was off – something was really off. In their heart, they knew they had to check on you, they had to see you. When they’d rushed home, they found your scrawled notes and apologies in a handwriting messier than usual and they knew. They called 911 in a heartbeat, shared everything they could about your possible whereabouts and then immediately threw on a jacket to find you. 
You had taken a jump off a nearby railroad bridge, you’d left your phone and coat there. Venture had found your items and took to immediately scaling down the side of the valley to get to the river shore. It wasn’t the safest maneuver, but traversing rocky terrain is part of their job and they were willing to risk it for you. They also updated the authorities on the situation. 
They found you first, and you were so cold. The frigid wind and water didn’t help at all. Without missing a beat, they wrapped you in their coat and began chest compressions. When you finally coughed up water, albeit reactively instead of consciously, and took some shallow breaths. They almost cried. 
You were rushed away in an ambulance, nurses and doctors told them they had done everything right, and if they hadn’t acted, you probably wouldn’t have survived. It made them shudder, the idea that if they had just swept aside their gut instinct the whole situation would have been very different.
Venture was startled back to the present when they felt your hand close around theirs. 
You made a series of wordless noises, your face scrunching up in discomfort. Venture gently squeezes your hand back, silently encouraging you to try and wake up. 
You eventually blink awake after struggling with the gross feeling of consciousness. You’re met with the blank ceiling of the hospital room, you recognize those lights and groan. You notice the familiar plushies at the edge of your vision and turn to take a better look at them. Venture catches your gaze and they smile brightly. 
“Hi,” they excitedly greet, trying to keep the volume of their voice down. 
You try to respond, but it comes out as unintelligible mumbling and eventually coughing. Venture immediately helps you sit up and holds a bottle of water for you to drink. 
“I’m sorry…” you eventually decide to say, hands nervously holding the water bottle in your lap. You can’t bring yourself to meet their eyes.
“No apologies, I’m just glad you’re here,” they smile softly. 
“I just-”
Venture hushes you, stepping across the room to retrieve and microwave a takeout container for you. When they return to your side with the warm food and utensils, you stare at them in disbelief and guilt. 
“It’s your favourite,” they add. 
You held the warm container, letting the heat seep into your hands. 
“I don’t deserve this”.
“Yes you do,” Venture corrects, “eat something, it’ll make you feel better. And then we can talk about whatever you want, okay?” Despite it being phrased as a question, you can tell there’s no changing their mind.
The food tastes amazing, you didn’t realize how starved you were until you started eating. While you ate, Venture pulled out their phone to show you pictures and share some stories. 
“My old coworker got a cat and sent me this picture of her, she’s so silly,” Venture laughs, showing you the picture of an orange cat, sprawled out on her back with her paws in the air.
You giggle a bit at the cat and Venture visibly brightens hearing your laugh. It encouraged them to look for even more cat-related pictures on their phone. 
They show you a video of a beautiful cat walking down a sidewalk while being cast in the golden light of a sunset. 
“I saved this one cause it reminded me of you!” 
“Flatterer,” you huff lightheartedly. 
“It’s true!” Venture insists. They began to point out all the similarities between you and this cat for the rest of the time you ate. 
By the time you were done eating, your face burned with embarrassment and hurt from smiling. Venture has never failed to surprise you with all the things they adore about you – you don’t even think about half the things they mentioned. 
You finished about half the meal, before calling it. You set the takeout on your bedside table and picked up a plushie, placing it in your lap and playing with it absentmindedly as your smile faded. Venture could tell the change in the air and set aside their phone to give you their attention. 
“I just felt so empty. Like there was no direction in my life at all. All my friends are chasing their dreams, and I don’t even have one. And you,” you glance up at Venture, “you are living your dream, your passion for archeology is so infectious”.  
You take a shaky breath, “and what do I have? I work a meaningless nine-to-five, it doesn’t even pay that well. All I do is force myself to get through the empty days to get to the moments where I can spend them with friends or you”. 
“I’m so tired,” you cry, tears dripping onto your hospital gown, “it doesn’t feel worth it some days- like, when I get to be happy, I’m so happy and it feels worth it. But every day in between is so miserable and…” your words dissolve into sobs. 
Venture leans over to hold you the best they can over the bed railing, they trace shapes on your back to comfort you as you cry into them. Their heart breaks hearing you cry, and their mind races with possible solutions to your problem. Realistically, they know they can’t help you to the extent you need – they’re not a medical professional. But they think they can make you feel better at least. 
When your crying slows down, you pull away, wiping your eyes with your arm. You apologize again. 
Venture reaches for your hand, holding it with care. 
“What if you came to my expeditions with me?” They silenced the alarm in their brain telling them their job is not safe – clearly, you weren’t safe here either. 
“It’s not the most comfortable place to be living, and we hardly have any luxury compared to city life, but you’d be able to see me every day!” they start to ramble, “and I don’t mean that as in I need to see you because I don’t trust you… I just think maybe you’d find it more bearable”.
You stare at them in awe, that did sound nice. 
“I would like to, but,” you think out loud, airing out your anxieties. 
“I wouldn’t have a job”.
“I can pay for everything, if you’re comfortable with that”. 
“You work with a team”.
“My crew would be happy to have you! Promise!” 
“What if I don’t like it- I mean, I think I would, but…”
“Then we will try something else, nothing is permanent”. 
You soon run out of qualms to have with their plan, “my therapist won't like this idea.” 
“I’m sure she can be convinced,” Venture grins. 
You sniffle a laugh, “Okay, okay. You win. You make a compelling argument”. 
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Author’s Note: You’re technically supposed to remove all wet clothing from a person to prevent hypothermia, but I did not know how to write that in, so I guess Venture just did not know better. 
The pain of realizing a few scenes and wanting to write about them, but also having to write everything in between. Also, this was meant to be a couple hundred works max, I just can’t help it.
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mattodore · 21 days
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again you beg and whine to lick as dog to beg in need of wanting bite the bit he says so hard to need inside to beg how deep
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diabolicjoy · 1 year
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mittens !!!! pattern X - i modified a bit because my yarn was a bit more thick, so i shortned a few rows of the colorwork & added the burnt orange details instead :)
#remember when i posted almost a month ago about a friend that commissioned some mittens#?#so yeah the one i was making initially turned out fine i suppose#i even posted the picture here#but the i noticed the sizing wasn’t right & the yarn i was using was sooo annoying to work it i just couldn’t get it right... it was also#like dyed like ombré? & the colors were a bit off. like each mitt had a different color like the weren’t even a pair...#but i was insisting too much like i undid & knitting that thing like +10 times#knitted*#so i decided so grab some yarn that i like for my mittens & that i’m already familiar with & found this pretty pattern & so!! ta-da!!#it’s so much nicer than the other one. also my friend wasn’t that specific & gave me a lot of liberty do to whatever#she gave me a general idea of the colors she liked so these are perfect#also the inspo pics she sent me all had this kinda fair isle design but at first i was a little intimidated so i barely did it on that one#first mitten that i had posted. so i’m glad i tried a diff pattern a managed to make these!!!!#anyway that’s basically what my month was all about lol worrying abt the mitts then finally finding a solution#also i got a commission from a instagram mutual to crochet a bag with that little sleepy snoopy design on it!! i’ve seen it on tumblr a few#times now & i’m excited to finish this project & finally get to it!! already bought the yarn & it’s so pretty#SO MANY TYPOS SORRY#girl knits world#knitting
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tasteless-vermin · 7 months
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i don’t think people realize that even if you claim to be size-positive you are still saying harmful things.
you can “you’re fat and thats beautiful” all day everyday but if you follow that up with “don’t wear this it makes you look boxy” or “that has no shape add a belt” maybe you need to step away from the conversation.
i hate to tell you but some people are boxy. some people have “unattractive” body types and you need to learn to be Normal about it.
people can wear clothes that make them look “boxy” or “frumpy” and that’s fine! as long as the clothes make them happy it’s fine! you need to find it in your heart to stop caring.
judging people on body shape rather than size is still bad and i’m not sure what it’ll take to explain that.
this isn’t all to say that you/someone shouldn’t have clothes that fit well. don’t put words in my mouth. every living soul on earth deserves clothes that are good quality and fit how they want it to.
this is genuinely just about people claiming to be body positive (or god forbid body-progressive or something else more radical) that Still choose to make comments about a person’s figure without considering where those thoughts are coming from.
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uncaught-coolfish · 8 months
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every time i remember the “people hurt me long before we met. all sorts of people in all sorts of ways” line I start seeing spiders
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jounosparticles · 9 months
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you’re telling me tetchou is the only person that sees that jouno is one who protects the weak? you’re telling me tetchou was willing to put saving the world from the vampire pandemic aside in order to protect jouno because he knows jouno is good and wants him to be safe before anything? you’re telling me tetchou sees through the cold exterior jouno puts up and will defend him against anyone? you’re telling me that tetchou put his extremely strong sense of justice, which is one of the core parts of his personality, aside to save jouno?
tetchou is the only person that looks past everything and sees a good person in jouno. he is willing to look past everything for him. i genuinely believe they’re soulmates that were destined to meet; tetchou can be the one to assure jouno that he’s a good person despite the fact he was only made a hunting dog to be fukuchi’s pawn.
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feelingtheaster99 · 2 months
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Let’s fucking gooooo, Riz! Way to pick up on the clues!
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too-much-yike · 9 months
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logan waking virgil up w a bunch of small kisses on his face while virgil is trying to sleep in but can’t bc logan’s kisses are too distracting and they tickle too much for him to just ignore.
they’re just some domestic soft guys in the morning :))
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alchemocha · 10 months
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Jimbotnik gets very clingy when he’s sleepy, and boy does the sleepy hit him hard when it does. Literal zombie man that craves cuddles instead of brains
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My very tired brain decided to think a little too hard about the timeline and I’ve started to wonder what happened after the OGs mercs stopped working for the Manns but before the Classics were hired. Look further down to see what bs got me to ask this in the first place.
Comparing how the Mann twins look when they’re next to the OG mercs and how they look in 1890, I’m going to take a guess and say that the OG mercs were hired at some point around the 1880s. I cannot base when they were hired on their real lives because there is 0 actual overlap where all of them are alive (Davy Crockett died in 1836 (before the Zepheniah Mann even bought the land) and Billy the Kid was born in 1859, this is also ignoring the fact that Fu Manchu is a fictional character but this is tf2 lore we’re talking about so we’ll have to deal with it). The next batch of mercs we know about are the Classics, who were hired around 1930. 50 years is a long time to work a dangerous job like being a mercenary, and not all of them would be in the beginning of their careers. There seems to be some down time between the OGs and the Classics that I’m really curious about.
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skyward-floored · 3 months
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Wrote another hdw thing but I’m sleepy so coming tomorrow I guess
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rintoki · 6 months
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every hour is loving kaveh hours
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prefixsstars · 1 year
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“Mizuki, my dear, don’t ever disappear.”
Minori loved Mizuki dearly. For all their flaws and insecurities, no matter what, Minori simply adored them.
But at times like these, Minori couldn’t do anything but worry. Mizuki had currently locked the door to their room and wouldn’t leave.
Minori was sat outside of their door trying to get through to Mizuki. She had been sitting for at least an hour waiting and trying to get the door to open to no avail.
Minori knew that Mizuki struggled with something, she’s just not sure what that something is. She honestly felt like a failure, what girlfriend doesn’t notice that their partner is struggling.
All the different times that Minori had asked Mizuki how they were doing, Mizuki brushing her off saying that everything was alright, came back to her.
Minori could feel tears streaming down her face and quickly wiped them away. She’d have time to wallow in self pity later. What mattered was making sure Mizuki was okay.
She slowly stood up and turned to face the door.
“Mizuki, can I come in?”
Silence
Minori tried again
“Mizuki, I won’t pressure you to tell me what’s wrong, I just want you to tell me if you’re okay.”
Some light shuffling could be heard from behind the door. It opened just a crack so some of the inside could be seen.
Minori hurried inside the room and shut the door behind her. She quickly kneeled down in front of Mizuki.
Mizuki in all honestly felt like shit. Everything was off in every sense. They felt even worse for worrying Minori, that was the last thing Mizuki has ever wanted to do.
They were supposed to go on a date today, specifically to the park, and Mizuki just had to ruin it.
Minori was so much better than them, deserved someone better than them. Someone who doesn’t keep secrets, someone who doesn’t lie to the people around them.
Minori was a bright light meant to give people hope, inspire them, but here she was sitting here with someone like Mizuki.
Mizuki couldn’t help the tears that started streaming dow their face. Everything was too much.
Minori was panicking, she had never seen them so out of it. She wished Mizuki had talked to her sooner, she could’ve helped.
“Mizuki, can I hug you?”. Minori asked, not knowing what kind of state they were in.
Mizuki nodded slowly and that’s all Minori needed. She wrapped her arms around Mizuki and squeezed them tightly. Minori hummed one of More More Jump’s songs until Mizuki calmed down.
After Mizuki’s sniffles had died down Minori pulled away slowly from the hug. Not sure what to do.
“Do you feel any better?”
Mizuki thought for a moment before shaking their head no.
Minori smiled, “That’s alright!! Do you wanna talk about it?”
Mizuki shook their head no again
“That’s alright too, Is there anything you need from me?”
Mizuki nodded, “Could we stay here today, I’m sorry, i know we were supposed to go on a date today but-“
Minori grabbed their hands, “Of course we can!!! We can go on a date another day! We can stay here as long as you want!”
They smiled gratefully, “Thank you.”
Minori nodded, “No, thank you. I’ll be here for you whenever. No matter what.”
Mizuki pulled Minori into another hug, which Minori smiled into.
As long as Mizuki is still here, Minori thinks it’ll be fine.
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alienssstufff · 1 year
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If you get the time and inclination pls do share with us your beef with the existing zombie apocalypse genre, I have my own feelings about it (I think it overshadows other types of fictional apocalypses a bit too much in most ppl's heads) but I'd love hearing someone else's take on it (and also how you would improve the genre if you like :3 )
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oh ABSOLUTELY it does! One way its probably the easiest type of apocalypses to write abt just cuz there’s already so many and such an established I guess wwww scenario and tropes to it (?) In consequence bc of how ‘easy’ it is, it becomes so damn samey and the zombie apocalypse genre (and apocalypses genres as a whole) gets such bad rep for that reason. [The rest atp is me ranting abt zombie apocalypses specifically those are the ones I have beef with]
When I ask ppl why they don’t like apocalyptic stories most answers is just the amount of carnage that’s in them it’s horrible— to put it better: unnecessary violence in an already terrible world is what they think abt. When people think of apocalypse stories they think of the movies made in Hollywood. Muscular, American white man whos good at everything who kicks ass and saves the world singlehandedly. And the rep for zombie-driven games aren’t any better either… Not saying that stories of kicking ass taking names are ALL bad but most of it is very surface level reasoning as to why . That being said I wish there was more focus on mental health in zombie stories, realisations that the world ended and they’ll never go back to how it was before, instances of the struggles of learning how to adapt to this new way of living. There’s many topics that could be discussed and so many themes that haven’t been fully developed (or done poorly) in zombie apocalypses but seldom media’s deliver u_u
I think the zombie stories that stand out to me the most are the ones that revolve around normal people. There’s an vid essay somewhere that talks abt the success of Train to Busan as a movie, it’s still just as action packed as the ones above but it’s also rly freaking emotional as the characters and cultural themes they represent can hit p close to home for the target demographic. Also I cannot recommend enough Gakkou Gurashi (School Live)! It’s almost never talked about solely cuz of Episode 1 and even now I’m trying to be as vague as I can Please watch that anime/manga you will not regret it.
And finally worldbuilding always a sucker for worldbuilding I need more of it. Not how to stop it but more of How The Hell we fucked up that badly to ended up in this situation. Give me zombie stories of patient 0s, pov scientists fumbling in the lab etc I want THAT. I freaking love the worldbuilding in The Last of Us , such a unique way in designing zombies inspirations from real life (I believe funghi that controls dead ants). That freaking hospital part in TLOU2 will always have a lasting impression on me the environmental storytelling of the flooded hospital and the whole backstory of how the Rat King came to be an amalgamation of all the victims of Seattle’s Patient 0 zone forced to fuse because of the such claustrophobic and wet conditions of the basement OHMYFUCKINGVGG its so well thought out.
Overall my frustrations with apocalypses is just - the amount of untouched potential and themes that SHOULD be addressed but aren’t - to get creative with it. And even without mention of the worldbuilding stories of the average joe like u and I trying to do smth as ‘simple’ as going to the store but there are mental and physical struggles along the way would be fine too - u don’t need to fly a jet and shoot a rocket launcher to make things interesting. Relatability and/or creativity is what I wish.
[this was so fun to think abt anon if u have things u wanna share feel free to shoot another ask I’m all ears!]
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imreaallyasorry · 2 months
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Late night doodle….
#art#digital art#character design#if you guys were wondering why I don’t yap as much or get on tumblr as much anymore it’s because I only get on super late at night#I’m busy with school and my naps#mutual’s if I reblog your posts with no tags it’s not because I don’t have anything to say it’s because I’m too sleepy to type it out#I’m gonna get back into posting my Loki and Thor art#I don’t wanna post any because it’s just all incomprehensible Thor doodles#I’ll probably render a few and then add Loki there too#or just do a bunch of solo Loki drawings because I love drawing her#my favorite character is Thor!!! proceeds to never draw him#I’ll probably hunt down some of my mutuals ocs and draw them when I have time#I actually don’t have a lot of mutuals with like public ocs#they draw their favorite character#soooooo I’ll have to draw their design of that character#sighhh#it’s so late guys#(it’s like 9 pm)#I usually go to bed at 8#though I’ve been staying up later for some reason???#don’t know why but I don’t mind the extra time#still not waking up any earlier though#I should stop waking up 20 minutes before I have to go places…#my bed is so comfy!!!#sighhhhhhhh sometimes self care is doing the hard things#(is kicking and screaming clawing at my mattress)#((I have to go walk my dog))#unemployed activities#I’m gonna get a job in summer because I am not working on TOP of school#I’m sorry my art commissions I do once every 2 months drain me enough
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