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rodeoromeo · 6 months

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btw im gonna fuck up the last waltz theme on my trumpet SO hard in the morning just you WAIT

#its gonna be good . i will post it when i master it #im excited about this #op

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pumpkin-spice-whump · 10 months

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Run For It Part 2

The second part of where we left off with Kensington. Part 1

CWs: slave whump, blood, bad caretaker, police

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He’d walked to Ashley’s house before. Well, not walked. He was in Grayson’s car when he was helping her move. It was exciting, being outside again, and he memorized every step of the way just in case. He didn’t know in case of what, then. But he supposed it was good he did it now that the case was there.

It was a lot longer than he remembered. Every person that passed him filled him with dread. It was very dark outside, but still. Could they see the blood on his knees? Did they know what it was? Why weren’t they saying anything?

Was it normal to not say anything?

He usually got a lot of stares and questions when he was out alone. But he guessed that, with no collar, his hand in this pocket, and his head down, there was no way to tell he was a slave. Just a regular teenager walking home.

That’s it! Kensington breathed a sigh of relief when Ashley’s apartment came into view. His legs trembled as he climbed the porch stairs. He wiped his hand on the jacket before knocking on the door. It was loud, and startled him. He waited impatiently, listening closely to the rustling in the apartment.

Please answer please answer please be the right place please please --

A woman answered. A woman who was not Ashley. She stared right at Kensington, looking him up and down with furrowed brows.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“Um… uh.” He hadn’t thought ahead. “Is Ashley, uh, Wayne -- does -- is Ashley -- live here? Does she? Ashley Wayne?”

The woman’s eyebrows jumped up. “ASH!” she shouted into the house over her shoulder. “Why is an underage boy asking for you at eleven pm?”

“Excuse me?” Ashley’s voice called. Kensington felt the tension leave his shoulders at the sound of it. “What on earth do you mean an underage -- Kensington?” She rounded the corner and caught sight of him, stopping in her tracks. Her eyes landed first on his face, which he could imagine didn’t look great, then her brother’s jacket, and finally the blood on Kensington’s knees. Her eyes went wide.

“Oh okay so you do know him,” the other woman said. She grabbed a jacket and purse from the hook by the door and pushed past Kensington. “I don’t wanna know. Bye, see you never.”

As soon as she was gone, Ashley grabbed Kensington and pulled him into her apartment.

“Kensi, what’s going on? Why are you here? Why are you wearing Gray’s -- sit down.” She sat him down on a couch in the living room.

His chest ached, breaths coming too slow but also too fast and too much but also not enough and his head was fuzzy and his hands shook so badly it was like he had no control and now his vision was blurring with tears and he didn’t want to cry again!

“Kensington, breathe!” Ashley ordered.

He finally was able to take a deep breath, a sob coming out as he exhaled.

Ashley’s attention went to his legs. “Where are you hurt? What happened, what did he do? How did you walk here?”

“No, Ash -- Ashley. It’s not my blood!”

She froze in place, horrified, wide eyes locked on his. “What?” she whispered.

Kensington sobbed again, covering his mouth with one hand and gripping Ashley’s arm with the other.

“I didn’t mean to!” he cried. “I didn’t mean to, but he was going to kill me! He really -- he was! He had a knife and he was mad, he was so so mad and I don’t want to die, Ashley so I -- so I ran! And -- and I didn’t know where to go because I’m gonna be in trouble, I’m gonna be in big trouble and if he doesn’t kill me then the police will and I --” he broke off into a sob, gasping for breath. “Ashley help me please!”

“O… okay. What, what happened to Grayson, Kensington?” she asked. “That’s his blood, right? What did you do?”

“I didn’t mean to!” he cried again. “Please believe me, I didn’t mean to!”

Ashley reached up and suddenly grabbed his face. “Talk to me. What. Did you do?”

He gasped. “I pushed him. He hit his head. And I left.”

Ashley let go of him and leaned back, taking a big breath. She grabbed her phone, then put it down. She looked at the door, opening her mouth like she was going to say something, then closed it again. Her lips pursed and unpursed.

“Say something. Please,” Kensington whispered.

She took another big breath. “Is he alive?” she asked tensely.

He swallowed. “He was breathing when I left.”

“How long ago was that?”

“I’m not sure. I walked here right after.”

Ashley put her head in her hands.

“Please help me,” he begged quietly.

She was quiet for a few more moments. Kensington couldn’t stop crying.

Slaves don’t come back from something like this. Hurting someone. Ashley was his last hope, and he was praying that she would help him. He had no idea how, but he needed something. Anything. Anything at all.

He could get out of town to one of those safe places. Those countries that didn’t agree with slavery, he could go there. They would probably help him. There’s one that borders theirs, he was pretty sure. That wouldn’t be too hard. It couldn’t be. Because the only other option was for him to get arrested and tortured and raped and starved and beat and murdered. And that was not how Kensington was going to live the rest of his life.

“Come with me.” Ashley stood, grabbing her car keys and heading to the door. Kensington stood.

“Where?”

“We’re going to Grayson’s.”

Kensington stopped in his tracks. “What?”

Ashley looked back impatiently. “Kensi, let’s go. We don’t have a lot of time!”

“He was going to kill me Ashley! Like, really. He was going to do it! Look what he did to me!” Kensington lifted his head and unzipped the jacket a little, showing Ashley the cuts from the knife. “He was going to slit my throat! If he sees me he’ll kill me!”

“I won’t let him. Come on.” She grabbed Kensington’s arm and dragged him towards the door.

He ripped his arm from her grip, stepping backwards. “Ashley no! He’s a monster!”

“He’s still my brother!” she shouted.

It went very quiet. Ashley had never shouted at him. He was so scared. And hurt. And the adrenaline of what he had done was wearing off and he realized how monumentally stupid every single thing he’d done tonight had been. He didn’t need to yell. Or run. He didn’t know what would have happened if he stayed, but he only made it worse by running. Maybe he and Ashley could fix it.

“I’m scared,” he confessed, tears falling down his face. “Ashley please, I’m scared of what’s going to happen to me. Horrible things happen to slaves who do these kinds of things."

Ashley stepped back inside. She sighed, a hand on her forehead that dropped to her side, bracelets jingling.

“Kensington… you messed up. But we have to go.”

“No!”

“YES! We have to go because -- no stop crying -- we have to. We have to see if he’s okay. I’m not leaving you here alone. We’re going to see if he’s okay.”

“He’ll hurt me.”

“I won’t let him,” Ashley said. She took Kensington’s hands. “We will go talk to Grayson. I will try to help you, Kensington. I won’t leave until I know you’re safe. But we have to go now.”

He didn’t have a choice. He was shaking and terrified and couldn’t stop crying, but he let Ashley lead him away anyway. He didn’t let himself say a word in her car, because he knew that he would only start begging. His teeth chattered. Ashley turned up the heat, but it wasn’t because he was cold.

“What the…?” Ashley said under her breath. Kensington looked up for the first time since he got in the car. Ice cold panic washed over him.

Grayson’s house was covered in police. There was an ambulance that began to pull away as they stared. An officer was talking to the neighbor, who was gesturing towards the empty house.

Kensington began to hyperventilate.

“Ash-- Ashley please!” he begged quietly. “Turn around please please they can’t see me!”

Ashley kept driving closer. An officer was walking towards them, flagging her down.

“Kensington, get down,” she muttered.

He crawled around the back of the seat and huddled on the floor in front of the back seat. There was a blanket on the ground that he tossed over himself, praying that it would hide him and that Ashley wouldn’t rat him out.

Because Grayson was still her brother.

His heart was beating out of his chest, aching with every pump. He had to squeeze his eyes shut and hold his breath as Ashley rolled down the window.

“Turn around ma’am, this road is blocked off for the time being.”

“That’s my brother’s house,” Ashley answered. Her voice was tight. “What happened?”

“What’s your brother’s name?”

“Grayson Wayne. Is he okay? That’s his house.”

Kensington felt the tears fall as the officer took a moment to answer. Was he okay?

“Your brother’s being transported to Flynn Memorial Hospital. He’s stable, as far as I know. But he was attacked. We suspect it was his slave, who is nowhere to be found.”

Ashley went quiet.

Kensington bit his lip so he didn’t sob. Don’t tell them. Please Ashley please don’t tell them. I’m sorry but please please don’t.

“You said Flynn Memorial?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Thank you.”

The car continued driving. Kensington sighed in relief. He waited until he felt them turn down a street before he sat up.

“Thank you, Ashley,” he said quietly. She didn’t answer. “Where are we going?” She suddenly pulled to the side of the street, stopping the car. Kensington’s heart fell. “Ashley?”

She was quiet, head leaned against the steering wheel. She sighed, looking out her window. “I’m sorry, Kensington,” she whispered, pulling out her phone.

“What the hell!” she yelled, opening her door and stepping out of the car. Kensington did the same thing.

Panic enveloped him. Panic and betrayal and pure fear. She was going to turn him in! She was the only person on earth he trusted and she was going to turn him in! He lept forwards before he could even think about it, reaching for her phone. Ashley held tight and batted at him, smacking him on the side of the head.

“Ashley please!” he sobbed. He was sick of being panicked and hot and shaking and crying and so scared he couldn’t breathe. “Please don’t do this!”

“Kensington!” she yelled. “Do you understand what you did?! You sent my brother to the hospital! I know he’s crazy but you could’ve killed him! And by coming to me you made me your accomplice! Where are we supposed to go? Hmm? I have an apartment. A job, I’m trying to go to school, did you know that? I can’t leave and keep you and ruin all of that!”

Kensington sobbed again, covering his eyes. He ran a hand through his hair, hand shaking. He wanted to throw up. “Please,” he begged. “You don’t understand what they’ll do to me if they catch me!”

A cold night breeze hit him and he shivered. The sounds of the police only a few blocks down sent chills up his spine.

“Why did you do it then, Kensi?” Ashley asked him.

“I…” he took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I was scared. He was going to hurt me. And I’m so tired of being hurt, Ashley. I’m so tired.” His voice caught, tears shining in his eyes. The streetlamp illuminating them both was blurry.

Ashley stared at her phone screen. “Kensington…” She sighed, looking towards the direction of her brother’s house. “I’m sorry.” She pressed a button and held the phone to her ear.

“NO! No Ashley no!!” Kensington sobbed, stepping toward her. He stopped when she backed away from him, a hand out, blocking him from getting closer. Like she was scared of him. She turned her head away from him.

“Yes, I’m parked on the side of Laina St. I have the runaway slave that put that man in the hospital.”

“Please!” he begged, one last time. Ashley didn’t even look at him.

He ran. He had no idea where he was going, he couldn’t hear anything except the sound of his own heavy breathing and panicked heartbeat. The sidewalks were dark and cold and dangerous and Kensington didn’t know what to do.

He would if they caught him. There was no denying it. That’s just what happens to bad slaves like him, no matter how good he tried to be. He did a bad thing. He’s a bad slave. Bad slaves get taken away. Bad slaves get hurt. Bad slaves get killed.

The one safe person he ever had, the only person he ever trusted in his entire life betrayed him. She turned him in! He wiped a quick hand across his eyes, trying to get rid of the tears blurring his vision. He had to see. He had to run.

Sirens broke through his panicked haze. They were closer. Kensington didn’t know where he was. It was dark. He couldn’t breathe, his chest was too tight. Everything was closing in on him, he felt like he was dying.

Kensington turned down an alleyway, chest heaving with nerves. He held his breath, flattening his broken body as much as he could against the chilly alley wall. A sob tried to break free, and Kensington bit the inside of his cheek to stay quiet. His fear was over powering. All he could do was hide. And pray. And cry.

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As soon as the cops darted past her Ashley knew she made a mistake. Well not a mistake. Kensington needed to go somewhere, and she was still so worried about Gray… Kensington said he was bleeding a lot. What hospital did he go to again? She should really get on the road. Someone will need to be there to calm him down when he wakes up.

Despite knowing all of that, Ashley couldn’t stop herself from racing after the police cars in the direction that Kensington booked it in. He probably didn’t get far.

She was right. The line of cop cars was circled around an alleyway, and she could hear Kensington’s screams before she saw a thing.

Kensington was on his knees, hands in the air. He was not fighting back. He looked like he was saying something to the officer approaching him.

He’s begging, Ashley realized. He’s begging for his life. She felt sick. She felt really sick.

Without any sort of warning, the officer took out his baton and hit Kensington across the head with it. Kensington fell to the ground, smacking his head on the asphalt.

“Hey!” Ashley yelled. “HEY what are you doing to him?! He wasn’t fighting you!”

They ignored her. They all ignored her and kept hurting him, kicking him, hitting him. The sound of his cries tore her apart because this was because of her this was all because of her. He wasn’t exaggerating, he wasn’t just scared. They were going to kill him.

Ashley took out her phone and pressed record.

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Taglist: @batfacedliar-yetagain @haro-whumps @nicolepascaline

#my boy kensi #the helpful ashley wayne #the horrible grayson wayne #slavery whump #whump #police tw #blood tw #bad caretaker #im excited about this

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fire-emblem-drabbles · 1 year

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Holy SHIT trying to sleep hut was just absolutely manhandled by this new idea.

I love the Book "Tuck Everlasting" by Natalie Babit, probably one of my absolute favorites from my childhood. Put simply, it's about a young girl who meets an immortal family that protects the spring that makes others immortals. There's a few other plot points but that's the idea.

Now back in my hetalia days I playee with this idea before (I know, to think I was ever anything before fe) but... consider this idea with rgb trio....

So consider a reader who is alive during the time of Awakening. In this AU, she's not robin but just, whoever. As the fighting gets to Valm, maybe they got hurt badly, or separated from Chrom's army, forced to run and hide in some scary hold crypt as they can hear the footsteps of enemy soldiers following them.... Injured, scared, confused, its all they can do to hide out in one of the more hidden rooms of this place. Wherein they find a strange spring. There of course, were myths of springs throughout Valm that some springs like this (that seem to shimmer with the blessing of a long gone goddess) can heal you, make you stronger in battle, even bring back the dead...

Before you know it, you're cupping up a generous portion of the clear water, ready to gulp down the cool water, before an arrow files past your face, grazing your cheek and startling you and making you drop the water. You stumble for your weapon, thinking your enemy has found you but a voice speaks.

"Python! You nearly hit them! You could have warned them before attacking!!"

Jejsisa9bdbe im invested i would be up writing this right now if I didn't shrimp so hard painting earlier and hurt my neck. But just IMAGINEEE there's so much I want to do for this.

#sydney speaks #i dont ecen know how to tag this #its nearly 4 am i dobt want to forget #this is one of those multichaptered ideas...#immortal aus my beloved #is it a love square? is it ot4?#yes #im excited about this

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bitchfitch · 2 years

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I Have Found A Way to Loop That Pirate Thing Into the larger Banes And Boons Universe and Also make Another characters Horrific Fate My sweet Sweet Sweet Baby Boy Arlo's Fault.

Tldr: Fiana, the only human character in the setting is there bc of a neopets forum board based curse, they have been here for longer than here was here and desperately wants nothing more than to escape back to her old life. I have decided it was Arlo who cursed him. For idk, using that weapon that deletes all of your pets fasion/aesthetic stuff. This will not come up in any way and has retroactively canonized old god style horror terrors in Banes and Boons.

#im excited about this

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funsizepunkelf · 1 year

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I just discovered that I can play both of these songs from the same four chords and now I have another song to add to my repetoir

#IM EXCITED ABOUT THIS #music #kids in the dark #couple of kids #piano playing #idk #I have made a discovery and now I am excited #Spotify

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spiderrrling · 2 years

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me having a cute fluffy idea:

also me: but what if it became the sequel to a fic you wrote last week

also also me: what if its also smut

#im excited about this #i think its good #but i also have a very high fever #i suppose well see

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punkitt-is-here · 1 year

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Apple in the Orchard - A Big Macintosh Comic 🍎 ✨

#mlp #big mac #applejack #my little pony #mlp:fim #transgender #gosh this is so wild to post but im so excited about it!!#my posts #my art

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inkskinned · 7 months

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hey btw if you're in the USA at 2:20 p.m. ET on Wednesday, Oct. 4, they're testing the emergency broadcast system. your phone is probably going to make a really loud noise, even if it's on silent. there's a backup date on the 11th if they need to postpone it.

if you're not in a safe situation and have an extra phone, you should turn that phone completely off beforehand.

additionally, if you're like me, and are easily startled; i recommend treating it like a party. have a countdown or something. be surrounded by your loved ones. take the actions you personally need to take to make yourself safe.

i have already seen mockery towards any person who feels nervous about this. for the record, it completely, completely valid to have "emergency broadcast sounds" be an anxiety trigger. do not let other people make fun of you for that. emergency sounds are legitimately engineered to make us take action; those of us with high levels of anxiety and/or neurodivergence are already pre-disposed to have a Bad Time. sometimes it is best to acknowledge that the situation will be triggering for some, and to prepare for that; rather than just saying "well that's stupid, it's just a test."

"loud scary sound time" isn't like, my favorite thing, but we can at least try to prevent some additional anxiety by preparing for it. maybe get yourself a cake? noise cancelling headphones? the new hozier album? whatever helps. love u, hope you're okay. we are gonna ride it out together.

#watching ppl go from being like ''support neurodivergent ppl~~!"#to being like ''if this is going to give u a panic attack ur fuckken stupid''#like..... gets me #yeah man. i know im going to be triggered by it . in the old fashioned term. it is GOING to give me a panic attack. it's pretty much certai #and i shouldn't have to tell u about what i have survived for you to be okay with that.#you can just trust that i ALSO don't want me to react to it. i'm not gonna be having a FUN time.#dismissing that bc you think it's stupid.... like is the whole problem.#these sounds are workshopped by entire teams of people to get you to pay attention and move quickly.#they arent meant to be fun and exciting.#OBVIOUSLY it's gonna set ppl off.#but yeah there's something so fuckken demeaning about ppl being like. well that trigger isn't valid bc u haven't undergone X #dude i have ptsd bc i was abused as a child. like plain and simple. the fact im 30 and afraid of the dark tells you how bad it was.#i shouldn't have to ask u for permission to be mentally ill.#the reason it's a fucking disorder and not a fucking choice is that I DO NOT CONTROL IT.#like how is it any different from when ppl are like ''oh public speaking isn't that scary'' like FOR YOU #for YOU this isn't scary. now if i could fucking eat my own amygdala...

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anotherpapercut · 1 year

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just had an absolutely sickening conversation with a 20 year old I work with wherein I had to impress upon her that her and her friends need to be extremely cautious going to the gay clubs right now with increasing attacks happening. make sure any very young, very newly adult queer people in your life know that we're a family and community and part of that is being willing to fight for your siblings lives if they're under attack. even if it's a person you despise, you stick up for your family and they will stick up for you. we are all we have. the cops refuse to help, and so do most people outside the community. we cannot survive without each other

#go in groups! leave before closing! bring something that can be thrown at someone! park close!#heart breaking #i dont wanna talk to the 18 year olds coming for the first time excited to have fun about how they have to be on guard at all times #i want kids who are just blossoming into the adults theyre going to be to have a safe place to feel loved and nurtured #im only 23 for christs sake #why am I having to talk to a 20 year old like im their 60 year old grandparent #i just want to feel safe with my community in what is essentially the family home

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brother-emperors · 9 months

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something. about. the horror of being sent on an impossible (death) quest and obligations and hospitality politics. the trauma of not having a home, and then the trauma of being in a house that becomes actively hostile to you, one that would swallow you whole and spit out your bones if you step out of line. all of this is conditional, your existence continues to be something men want gone.

it's about going back as far as I can with the perseus narrative because there's always a version of a myth that exists behind the one that survives. the missing pieces are clearly defined, but the oldest recorded version of it isn't there! and there's probably something older before that!! but it's doomed to forever be an unfilled space, clearly defined by an outline of something that was there and continues to be there in it's absence.

and love. it's also about love. even when you had nothing, you had love.

on the opposite side of the spectrum, this is Not About Ovid Or Roman-Renaissance Reception, Depictions And Discourses On The Perseus Narrative.

edit: to add to the above, while it's not about Ovid, because I'm specifically trying to peel things back to the oldest version of this story, Ovid is fine. alterations on the Perseus myth that give more attention Medusa predate Ovid by several centuries. this comic is also not about those, either! there are many versions of this story from the ancient world. there is not one singular True or Better version, they're all saying something.