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serickswrites · 4 months

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Sorry I've Been Gone

I thought I would catch up, but the holidays this year were extra, extra busy. (On the plus side, most of my house is super clean). I'm trying to get back into the writing groove, so please bear with me.

And for my tardiness on Whumpcember, please enjoy a seven prompt spree!

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, video recording, forced to watch, begging, crying, knife, stabbing, stab wound, blood, wounds, bleeding out, collapse, unconsciousness, hospital, bedside vigil

Caretaker struggled uselessly in the chair Whumper had chained them to. They had been struggling for hours, but to no avail. They couldn't escape the chains. They could only watch the screen in front of them and the horrors that befell Whumpee.

When Whumper had first wheeled the TV in front of Caretaker, they were confused. They weren't sure what Whumper was up to, but they knew it couldn't be good. Whumper said nothing, but flicked the TV on and left the room.

Static crackled on the speakers and the screen was blank. As far as torture went, Caretaker was relieved. They could deal with this. This wasn't painful. And if this is what Whumper had in mind, they knew Whumpee would be ok in whatever room Whumper put them in. Caretaker felt some relief for the first time since they had been separated from Whumpee.

Just as Caretaker relaxed, no longer struggling in their chains, a blood curdling scream blared from the speakers as the screen came to life. Caretaker's mouth went dry. Whumpee. Whumpee was screaming.

"PLEASE!" They begged someone off screen. Caretaker knew it had to be Whumper. Knew that Whumper had to have sliced Whumpee's arm open. Knew that Whumper had drawn blood and enjoyed watching Whumpee beg and cry.

"PLEASE!" Whumpee shrieked as a figure lunged from off screen. Blood sprayed from a wound in Whumpee's thigh. "Please," they sobbed, "I'll do anything. Anything, please. Just stop."

Caretaker continued to try and break free from their chains. They uselessly tugged on the cuffs, trying desperately to break free and get to Whumpee.

Tears trailed down Whumpee's tears as they sobbed. Whumper had cut them a few more times. Whumpee begged and pleaded, but Whumper never stopped. Never spoke even.

"Caretaker," Whumpee croaked.

Caretaker froze. They looked around. Was there a camera on them?

"Caretaker," Whumpee said again, "close your eyes. Don't watch. Don't look at this part. Please. Don't look, Caretaker."

"I want them to see your suffering, Whumpee," Whumper hissed, breaking their silence at long last. "Caretaker, keep your eyes on the screen, or I'll slit their throat and be done with it."

"NO!" Caretaker roared, unsure how Whumper could see or hear them. They wouldn't risk Whumpee.

Whumper smiled wickedly. "Very good." And they stabbed Whumpee in the abdomen and pulled the knife up.

Blood poured from the wound and Whumpee sagged forward in their chains. "C-C-Caretaker," they whispered as their eyes drooped closed.

"NO! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T. I DIDN'T LOOK AWAY! WHUMPER!" Caretaker roared looking for a way to free themself.

Whumper stared at Whumpee. "They're not dead yet, Caretaker. You still have time. If you hurry." The screen went black and the cuffs clicked open.

Caretaker stumbled out of the chair, collapsing to their knees before they righted themself. "Hold on, hold on, hold on," they chanted as they ran, searching each room they passed for Whumpee.

Caretaker almost missed the door that Whumpee was behind in their haste. But they found it. "Whumpee!" Caretaker shouted as they hurried to Whumpee's side.

Whumpee was coated in blood and completely still. "Please, Whumpee. No. I'm sorry. Please," Caretaker sobbed as they checked for Whumpee's pulse. Caretaker gave a cry of relief as they felt the faint, thready pulse that told them Whumpee was still alive.

"Hold on, I've got you. Hold on." Caretaker grabbed the key to the cuffs from the wall and quickly freed Whumpee. "Hold on. I've got you, Whumpee. Hold on."

Caretaker wasn't sure how long they ran for with Whumpee in their arms. They weren't sure how long it took them to find help. All they knew was that the world grew hazy as voices surrounded them. And then blessed oblivion swallowed them.

When Caretaker came to, they were in a hospital bed next to Whumpee's. Whumpee was still alive. They were both still alive. Caretaker sobbed with relief. Whumpee didn't stir as Caretaker sat up. "Whumpee," Caretaker whispered urgently.

Only the hissing and whirring of machines answered Caretaker.

"Please, Whumpee. You have to wake up. Please. For me." Caretaker said as they slowly eased themself into a chair at Whumpee's bedside. They took one of Whumpee's icy cold hands in theirs. "Please. I have you. Wake up, Whumpee. I've got you."

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pickleking8 · 3 months

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Tw: mentions of bleeding out, vivisection/lab table, blood, death, and shattered glass.

Ok so I went to this random indoor pool today and for some reason my first thought was "This would be a great place for Danny to bleed out in!" My reasoning is as follows:

The entire pool was made of metal. Like lab-table metal, shiny steel or something. When you jumped on it it clanged and you could feel the vibrations all throughout the pool.

The pool was lit green. So now, we have lab-table metal bathed in green.

The ceiling was glass, and it was night, so as you lie on your back floating, you can see the dark sky.

When you're in the pool, alone, you can hear everything, the quiet swishes as you move your arms and legs, your joints popping, your breathing, and nothing else.

Bright fluorescent indoor lights on the edges of the ceiling (outside of the glass bits)

Together, we have a vast expanse that's incredibly peaceful (lots of time for "I'm almost dead" thoughts), practically tailored to remind Danny of whatever vivisection he just went through, but also perfectly tailored to allow Danny to look at the stars. Plus blood-red will contrast the pool's green, and blood mixes in very cool-looking ways with water. Additionally, shattered glass from the ceiling Danny probably just fell through would also reflect beautifully, perfect shards for Danny to, idk, view his old life in/reminisce/be forced to confront his reflection as he dies. And finally! The obvious stuff one could do with the concept of sinking as one bleeds (I'm thinking bubbles, if that makes any sense).

Anyway, in conclusion, there should be more fics where people find Danny bleeding out in a pool.

#tw vivisection #tw death #tw blood #tw bleeding out #tw shattered glass #danny phantom #idk guys this came mostly from little snippets of some really cool scenes that came to me #y'all should have seen the pool it was just so perfect #this started kind of dark and got darker but ah well #there's just so much potential I couldn't stop thinking about it #Idk if I'm properly sharing my vision but i hope i am because it's a really cool vision #perhaps I shall write it #anyway let me know what you think :)

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steeltraptrainer · 16 days

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Musharna Malicel! A nightmare, it isn’t yours. ((TW: Blood, bleeding out, descriptions of wounds))

You are in pain. Something wet and warm burbles and drips from the hole in your throat. Blood.

You reach out towards the figure approaching you as you fall. You open your mouth to call out for help, but nothing comes out but more blood. There is so much blood.

The Doll catches you. This is the first time you’ve ever really felt her, isn’t it? Her body feels of porcelain, your wife had a porcelain doll, you recall, but she is warm. She cradles you in her arms, speaking but you do not hear her.

Your hands fumble through your pockets, a vial, you need a vial.

She finds it for you, jabbing it into your thigh. The pain fades for a moment.

You are suddenly aware that you are crying. Have been crying. Your body shakes. The tears fall. And there is no sound.

You feel light, and cold. You dimly recall one of the only lessons Gerhman has taught you: the anatomy of the human body. The larynx, the voice box, is above the windpipe. Your larynx is gone. The wound is too deep to survive.

You try to speak again, blood dripping from your lips. The doll presses more fabric to your throat, trying to stop the bleeding. You almost laugh. There’s blood in your lungs again.

It’s so cold. You cannot tell anyone. You feel dizzy. You cannot tell anyone. You are dying. You cannot tell anyone.

Another blood vial is injected into you. You want to tell her there’s no use, to just let you die again. Please… just let you die.

Perhaps if you die fast enough it will be able to heal this…

You already know that’s not true. Your voice is gone. You will never be able to speak again. This is it.

You want to fight, to move, to do anything. You are so tired. It’s almost peaceful here, staring up at the face of the Doll. Your vision is going spotty.

This is it. This is the end. Goodbye, Good Hunter. Let the darkness take you.

Shit fuck fuck fuck fuck why is it happening again- PENNY! FERRO'S CONVULSING!

WHAT???

Pelipper Malice. Or something. Nightmare. But he's wide awake for it. He had maybe a minute in between. He muttered about blood before. Shit. Shit shit shit.!

Momo?

Yeah, I'm here, Ferro.Deep breaths. Penny, get Purrlet. He'll need him.!

On it. You make sure he didn't bite off his tongue. I'll be right back. Ferro, don't move.

Wouldn't dream of it.

#rotomblr #pokemon irl #pokeblogging #musharna malice #dreams of hunting arc #tw blood #tw bleeding out #tw death mention

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sliceroftpeirweirisles · 4 months

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Whumpuary 2024 Day 5

5. (Jan 09-10)

Can't move / "Stay. Please" / Kidnapped

“Y-you gotta listen, this is all just a big– huge misunderstanding!” Merle tries to bargain. The dwarf is currently being taken somewhere in this Pan-forsaken world, arms bound behind his back. “I wasn’t tryin’ to hurt anyone, I swear!”

The crew of the Starblaster had been on plenty of planets now where magic was never practiced until The Light showed up. This planet, however, was dramatically different. People who used magic here were considered criminals. Any and all magic used was punishable by death.

Merle had been on a particularly rough journey to find The Light, accompanied by a few locals who were willing to help out. They’d heard Merle’s tales of The Light, and how it was more than important that it was recovered by their crew’s hands and not the hands of the leaders here. If in the wrong hands on this planet, The Light would be lost and their whole world was doomed.

Unfortunately, during this quest, the peacekeepers of this land found Merle using magic. He was trying to heal a fallen party member. They immediately thought Merle was killing the innocent villager, and Merle was kidnapped for punishment. There was no reasoning when it came to the guards.

“I wasn’t hurting anyone, I swear,” Merle mumbles as he tries to shift his weight to get comfortable. The peacekeepers had haphazardly chucked Merle into the back of a wagon, and with the injuries he’d sustained from being captured, he was finding it hard to get comfortable.

“Silence, dwarf.” Spoke one of the peacekeepers, a half-orc man with intimidating red eyes. “You should have known that you would get caught using magic eventually, traitor. That poor human didn't stand a chance."

“I was trying to heal him!” Merle yells back. “You guys stopped me, and he’d still be alive if I kept–” Merle is cut off when the half-orc takes his dagger and stabs him in the shoulder.

“I said shut up!” The peacekeeper shouts above the sound of Merle’s agonized screaming. “You’re lucky I don’t kill you outright here and now!"

Merle chooses to stop talking, but being silent is not on his agenda right now. Heavy pants from trying to breathe through the pain are the only thing heard from inside the wagon as they continue on. He looks at the small dagger protruding from his shoulder and grimaces. He’d gone through decades worth of pain at this point. The pain wasn’t the annoying part, it was the death that sucked. It’s easier to just go all at once, but this dragged-out shit was the worst.

And it was this painful now… well, he’d rather not think about that.

“How much longer– we got to go?” Merle asks through gritted teeth. He earns a glare from the half-orc in response. Of course, now that he’s dared to speak up again…

Merle hollers in pain once again as the half-orc takes his dagger back in one quick swipe. There’s blood everywhere now, and the elf peacekeeper with him scolds the half-orc for being so messy. Merle knows he’s got a time limit now that his shoulder is bleeding out. If only they’d left the damn knife in, then Merle might have survived the wagon ride to his certain death.

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno5 #whump #tazwhump #merle highchurch #tw stabbing #tw bleeding out #taz #taz balance

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ifsobblewereafairytype · 10 months

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[A recording.

Transcript:

"I can't do it anymore. I can't. I haven't drank water, I haven't eaten, I've hardly slept. I'm bleeding out. I just can't go on."

Angie tries to sigh, but only really manages a shaky exhale.

"I... I don't... is anyone even looking for me...? Do... do my parents know...? I just....

I'm sorry. This will be my last recording. I'm.... I.... thank you, for everything. Take care of Sylvain and Puddle for me."

She reaches behind the camera with a shaking, bloody hand.

End footage.]

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askkanjohtrio · 9 months

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Art by @0erpro

Name: Hibiki Ethan Kaneko

Age: 17 as of November 21st, 2023.

Birthday: November 21st.

Height: 5'0" | 1.5 m

Ethnicity: Half Kantonian and Half Johtonian.

Sexuality: Biromantic, asexual

Gender: Trans boy

Appearance:

Personality: Hibiki is pretty childish sometimes yet also very mature for his age. He's very kind and loves helping people and pokemon. However, that kindness is a double-edged sword, as he tends to neglect himself in favor of helping others.

Backstory: Hibiki Kaneko had been born to Miyuki and Kazuki Kaneko, and grew up in New Bark Town with them and his older brother Kenneth, although they'd visit Kanto often to see their cousin, Red. He was a shy girl, not talking much and barely interacting with many other children. He would play with his brother and cousin, and despite being quiet normally, was very talkative around them. He was a reckless child with almost never-ending energy, and surprisingly upbeat.

All of that would change when he was 8 years old. Red had gone missing, and his parents and aunt were very worried. He didn't think too much of it, wondering when he'd come back.

A week later, it was Father's Day, and he was on a walk with his dad when a large tree almost fell on them. Kazuki quickly took notice, and pushed him out of the way, sacrificing himself and getting crushed by the tree to keep his daughter safe. It took thirty minutes for help to arrive, and Kazuki died in the hospital due to blood loss. This accident traumatized Hibiki. He refused to come out of his room for a week and lost the energy he once had, survivor's guilt troubling him though the day and nightmares at night.

It was when he was 11 that things started to get better for him. After Ken dragged him outside to get him to help Elm with an errand, Hibiki realized he could get stronger and decided to take on the gym challenge, with a goal of being able to protect others so they wouldn't have to suffer like he did, and find his missing cousin. And so, he trained hard, building a team so he could protect the weak and fight off Team Rocket, eventually becoming the Indigo League Champion, and even finding Red and learning about why he had disappeared. He'd also start to fix the rivalry between Kanto and Johto, delivering a speech on July 8th when he was 15 years old.

As of now, Hibiki spends most of his time helping out citizens of KanJoh and fighting off crooks. He struggles with self care, putting others before himself most of the time.

He's got a long way to go, but with time, the scars of his past will slowly heal.

#tw parent death #tw bleeding out #about muse #trainer ethan #rotomblr #brine's pokemon au #pokeblogging #pokemon irl

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em-writes-stuff · 2 years

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Whumptober day 5

@whumptober-archive

prompt: blood loss

characters: henchman, villain, hero, sidekick

warnings: intimate whumper, gun, knife, cursing, kidnapping, murder (let me know if i missed any!)

662 words

part two :)

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Henchman asks anxiously from behind Villain. “Hero isn’t stupid, she’ll figure out what we’re doing. I know it.”

Villain sighs, “Unless you or Medic told her what we’re doing, she won’t know. Be quiet.”

Henchman exhales shakily and looks down at his feet. “Right. Sorry.”

Villain waves his hand dismissively. He stares intently at the door, waiting for the mayor to walk out.

Henchman jumps at every noise. To him, every skittering mouse, every cawing raven, every howling cat is Hero coming to ambush them. The rest of the team isn’t here yet. If Hero figures out what they’re doing, he and Villain are as good as dead.

The door opens and Villain prods Henchman in the side, pulling his attention to the door. Someone in an oversized coat walks out, their breath turns to a cloud when they breathe out and Villain takes a step forward.

The person lifts their head, eyes locked on where Henchman sits. He swears they’re looking right at him. Villain freezes, watching as they take a step towards him and curses under his breath.

Something hits Henchman on the back of his head and he cries out. His hand flies to where the thing hit and when he pulls it away, it’s covered in blood. Villain turns around with his hand out, ready to strike whoever’s behind them, but sees no one.

“Surprise,” someone taunts, their voice echoing around and making Henchman’s already pounding head ache. He brings his hands up to his ears and covers them, ignoring Villain shouting at him to do something.

He stands still as someone jumps down off the building and walks up behind him, wrapping one arm around his waist and the other pressing a knife against his throat.

He tenses up and whimpers, turning Villain’s attention back to him.

“Hero…” he says. His arm falls to his side and he steps back until his back is against the wall. “Let him go.”

“Villain…” Hero chides back, “I don’t think I will.”

Sidekick walks up next to Villain and presses a gun to his side, forcing it hard against his skin. “If you do anything stupid, he’s dead. Understand?”

He nods slowly.

Henchman feels the blade press harder against his throat and his eyes squeeze shut.

“What’s your plan, Hero? Are you gonna kill the both of us right here, right now?” Villain says, praying that she can’t tell that his confidence is fake.

Hero sighs and takes a step backwards, pulling Henchman with her. “You know, that was the plan. I was going to make it look like you killed each other, actually. But I think I might just kill you here, let you bleed out alone and take him with me.” She tightens her grip around his waist. “Convince the press that he killed you after finally seeing past your charm and came to me. Changed sides. Oh could you imagine how pissed off Supervillain would be? He’d probably try to kill him himself. Oh! The press would love it.”

Henchman tenses and shakes his head, “I’d tell them you killed him.”

Hero snorts. “You’d be too busy working to actually talk to anyone.”

Villain shakes his head. “Hero. Don’t do this. You don’t want to keep him locked up, ok? Let him go, he won’t cause you any more trouble. I know I’m not getting out of this, so kill me. And let him go.”

Hero huffs, “But what if…” she nods once at Sidekick and the gun fires. He falls to the ground, clutching his side. “I just shoot you and take him with me anyway?”

Villain watches as Hero pulls Henchman away, blade glinting against the light. His eyes unfocus and he struggles to keep his head up. The last thing he sees is Henchman struggling against Hero. Kicking and screaming in an attempt to break free and run to help him. He doesn't make it out.

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astrogoatz · 2 years

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Oliver my beloved scrunkly <3

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llimerrence · 7 months

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@thcsevoices said:

i've loved you since the day we met. (Caleb @ Thomasin)

Thomasin's hands push further into Caleb's stomach, the red was blinding. The color was staining her skin, it was leeching into the space under her nails, and it was starting to soak into the tips of her hair. Everything was red.

"Cale, come on, please," Thomasin whispers, though she can hear her voice breaking as the tears continue to fall--she knew so many spells, but this damn island--

"Please, don't---don't speak as if you're going too--" An airy laugh falls from her lips as she tries another spell, the language of the earth falling from her lips in hushed hurried tones, though all that happens is a soft warmth from her hands, and a dulling of the pain. Yet the red continues to consume them.

"I love you, Caleb." Thomasin finally says, realizing that no matter how much she wishes, or screams, or pleads, the island would not respond. The language she did not speak would not still her trembling hands, nor would it offer her any sense of comfort. She could do simple things: the spells she learned as a toddler, but the more complicated spells were still just out of her grasp. A small bruise or a scrapped knee she could cure, but this? No matter how she begged the island's magic, it couldn't understand her pleas.

"Please, don't leave me. We--" She smiles, despite the tears rolling down her face. She slowly moves her stained finger tips to either side of his face, her efforts in vain, she lowers her forehead to his, nose just brushing against his. "We have to get married, remember? You promised the first day we met. And two, three kids? A cat, like the stray we saw in the woods-- We'd take over my father's farm, he always said how proud of you he was--" A sharp shaky inhale, and she doesn't care how improper it is, she places a kiss against his lips.

"I can't do this--I can't live without you, Caleb. You are the only one who's ever accepted me. Who ever loved me. How...Please, don't leave me. "

#asks; || thomasin;#--; L why do u let me do these things #--; ps you ever think about how long it actually takes a person to bleed out #--; technically if its a bad wound but not bad enough it can take DAYS #--; if you cut a main artery it would be five minutes #--; so c aleb would most likely take ten to twenty minutes <333 #--; which oh boy t i a has t r a u m a #tw blood #tw bleeding out #tw dying #tw general

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serickswrites · 2 months

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Meant to Be

Warnings: gun, gunshot, gunfire, gunshot wound, blood, bleeding out, mcd, hurt/no comfort

By the time the gunfire had faded to a loud ringing in Caretaker's ears, they knew it was too late. By the time they managed to crawl across the bullet strewn room, they knew it was too late. By the time they managed to pull Whumpee's limp and bloody body into their lap, they knew it was too late.

"Whumpee, Whumpee, please, Whumpee," they sobbed as they tried to rouse Whumpee. Whumpee was unresponsive as Caretaker tapped their cool cheek. Unresponsive as Caretaker tried to wake them. Unresponsive as Caretaker pressed on the large gunshot wound in their chest.

"Please, Whumpee. You weren't meant to be there. You weren't meant to be there. You weren't meant to get hurt. Please, Whumpee, open your eyes. Whumpee!"

Caretaker had carefully laid the trap to catch Whumper off guard. Laid the trap carefully so that they could stop Whumper. Laid the trap carefully so that Whumpee would be far from the action. So that Whumpee would be safe.

And it had all gone to shit.

Caretaker didn't even know how it had all gone so wrong so fast. They only knew that they had been pinned down by Whumper and their goons, each side trading shots, but not hitting anything. Until Whumpee walked in. And then Whumper had a target.

Caretaker had yelled to warn Whumpee off. Yelled to get Whumpee to leave them. But Whumpee didn't listen. They took careful cover, keeping low to the ground as they slowly made their way over to Caretaker. And just as Caretaker thought that maybe Whumpee would be safe, maybe everything would work out, Whumpee tripped, stumbling forward and into the open.

The bullet struck the left side of their chest, spinning Whumpee with a spray of blood. Whumpee went down hard and lay unmoving as their blood began to pool around them. Caretaker couldn't tear their gaze from Whumpee. The one person they had tried to protect. The one person they would have done anything to keep safe. The one person they couldn't bear to see bleed out on the floor only a few yards away.

But Caretaker couldn't go to them. Not until Whumper had been neutralized. If they had any hope of saving Whumpee, they had to stop Whumper. They couldn't extract Whumpee and get to safety if Whumper was still shooting at them.

And so Caretaker stayed hunkered down behind their cover, trading shots with Whumper until at last the gunfire ended. But it was too late.

As Caretaker sobbed into Whumpee's hair, cradling Whumpee's head in their hands, Caretaker decided it wasn't worth it. It wasn't worth waiting for the gunfire to end. It wasn't worth making sure Whumper had been stopped. It wasn't worth any of those things because Whumpee had bled out before Caretaker could get them to safety.

"You weren't meant to be here, oh God, Whumpee. Please. Open your eyes. Whumpee. I can't. Please."

But Whumpee didn't respond. Didn't take a shuddering breath. Didn't blink their eyes open and flash Caretaker their warm smile. They just lay boneless in Caretaker's arms, growing colder by the minute. Caretaker held them close and sobbed harder and harder. Held them and begged them to come back. Held them, refusing to let go, even as help arrived. Caretaker held Whumpee and refused to let help support them. They had failed and they didn't care what happened next because the one person that mattered, the one person that made them do all of this, was gone. And nothing else mattered anymore.

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uncanny-tranny · 10 months

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I'm actually so done with people (including "allies") using trans* men in order to attack trans* women. There is no trans liberation without all of us.

"Oh, you don't see trans men doing [x], but you see trans women doing it!" Actually, that just tells me that you intentionally leave trans* men out of this specific bias against trans people. It tells me everything about your attitude about trans* men and trans* women.

#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #transphobia #transphobia tw #transmisogyny tw #going to actually steal something out of y'all's houses if i see that EVER again #'trans men aren't invading manhood!' every time y'all say that i ~invade~ manhood even harder #genuinely saw somebody like 'trans men know they're too weak to go after [cis] manhood' and y'all are so sexist it hurts...#...like y'all really just think women(/anybody you force into womanhood) are INHERENTLY weaker...#...and people wonder why transphobia is so tied to things like racism/antisemitism/white supremacy/so many others...#...because rhetoric like this RELIES and DEPENDS ON people believing in the idea of a lesser class of peoples...#...without the idea that there is a Lesser Class/Less-Than-Human Class these ideas (eg transphobia/homophobia/sexism/rascism) CEASE to exist #scratch a transphobe and a fascist bleeds

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fumifooms · 18 days

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Canines

The hand that feeds

Mickbell Tomas & Kuro Dungeon Meshi

^ 1: Ink-the-artist, I will remove my teeth / 2: Margaret Atwood / 3: C.S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy / 4: Mitski, I’m your man / 5: Ojibwa, I love you like a rotten dog / 6: KotOR II / 7: Stardrop, Everything that’s ever been mine is covered in teeth marks / 8: Sodikken, People Eater / 9: Mitski, I’m your man / 10: maxime., The life and death of a dog / 11: Mitski, I bet on losing dogs / 12: maxime., The life and death of a dog / 13: hun, I did not bite with Malice / 14: C. Michael Davis, Don't Pet the Dragon / 15: Mitski, I’m your man

v 1: Early versions of the myth as in aeschylus orestes / 2: Ink-the-artist, I will not remove my teeth

#Yeahh i’m workng on a mickbell & kabru party analysis oops #I’d bleed for anything if it held me the right way. Even teeth #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #Mickbell tomas #kuro #mickuro #mickrin #It’s on topic in my heart #The red means I love you…#The duality between the care & devotion and the hurt & isolation is really what gets to me #Traumabonded kittens highkey #Tw #cw #cw abuse #tw abuse #Web weaving #web weave #webweaving #I hit 30 pics :( would have added more if i could #Idk even anymore… Pls tell me you see the vision #Mick obvi loves Kuro a lot but this was meant to focus on the unhealthy side if that wasn’t obvious. Abuse tactic of isolation etc etc #People always leave. doesn’t matter how or why but his parents his sister everyone he’s never enough to stay #and that’s why he thinks he has to trick Kuro into thinking Mickbell’s the whole world or he’ll discover that there’s more out there.#Stuff that’s worth leaving him for. He has to make the world scary and unknown and not pay him and not let him have connections #That’s why he doesn’t want people to have a choice!! Either Mickbell doesn’t care about you or he’ll make sure you can never be without him #and there being a third option/outcome in this freaks him out!!!#Some of these should be called ‘No Title’ instead but I have bad academic crediting etiquette this looks cooler sorry #He’s scared of course he bites. There’s only throwing bones when feeding a stray. So bare your teeth and chew me up

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hhoneycloves · 11 days

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This time, Host was clumsy. This time, Host left himself vulnerable. This time, finally, the dice were in Mind's favor.

#honeycloves art #Lost in a Dream RP #cccc #tw blood #HOST FUCKED UP SO MANY TIMES HERE?#HE ONLY STABBED MIND IN HIS NON-DOMINANT SHOULDER.#HE CAUTERIZED THE STAB WOUND TO MIND'S NECK #WHICH KEPT HIM FROM BLEEDING OUT.#HE LEFT MIND FOR DEAD *BEHIND HIM*#HE EVEN DROPPED HIS TRIDENT IN HIS FOCUS ON HEART #AND GOD. GOD. GOD. THAT NAT 20 DICE ROLL. THERE WAS NOTHING HOST COULD DO ONCE MIND WAS CLOSED IN ON HIM #IT WAS WIN CONDITIONS ALL AROUND !!!!!!!!

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abrielarnold · 7 months

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“Ooh, the attack dog is coming,” Julius stage-whispers. He wavers close to Alex’s ear—too close, shifting Alex’s hair against his temple. “Think he’ll bite this time?”

Danny’s lip starts to curl.

Things That Bleed chapter 8 by @kkachis @artistfingers and @ghostly-cabbage .

This fic makes me feel emotions.

Me:

I am very normal about these characters and their situations.

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ratwiththetats · 27 days

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Regulus being the biggest most pretentious magic nerd, even down to cleaning/domestic spells. He's using super complicated magic to wash the dishes: it only cleans marginally better than the typical spells, it is definitely not worth the effort (he absolutely thinks it is) and he's using blood magic to get their floors extra shiny. James coming home to Blondie playing and blood running down Regulus' palm holding a knife in his other hand 'Love, why do you have your ceremonial dagger out again?' and Regulus exasperated 'We’re having guest James’

#Regulus after the spell is complete: no wonder mother let us bleed out all over the floors #and James is horrified #Sirius comes over and is like ‘xx spell??? nice’#and James continues to be horrified #jegulus library is full of questionable magical theory books #Reg could be using this information for nefarious purposes but he just wants a sparkly house #and when James breaks out the: do we *have* to use blood magic to clean the floors?#Regulus breaks out the: and who in this house is an illegal animagus?#also if it wasn’t clear Blondie is Regulus’ cleaning music #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #tw: blood

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askkanjohtrio · 15 days

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-⏰Hibiki

Trigger warning: Blood and the loss of a parent.

*He remembers every moment of the event. A sudden loud crack next to him and his father, time seeming like a blur as a pokeball is quickly put in his hands and he's shoved out of the way, and looking back, to see Kazuki on the ground, large tree crushing his lower body, curly ginger hair littered with twigs and leaves, loose green shirt and black sweatpants slowly getting soaked in blood, with a foul metallic scent to accompany it. Hibiki could barely hear his father speak to him to tell Miyuki and Kenneth that he loves them, his own cries nearly drowning it out.*

*With a shaky breath, Hibiki looks down at his hands as he tries to bring himself back to the present, quivering as he sees Kazuki's blood on his hands before it disappears.*

#rotomblr #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #tw bleeding out #tw blood #tw parent death #//would like to point out this happened when Hibiki was eight years old

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