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#tw for the final 15

tardxsblues · 9 months

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Because you and Mr. Fell don't ever talk to each other. We talk all the time. We've been talking for millions of years. Bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla. I say something brilliant, and he says something unintentionally funny back. It's great. You never say what you're really thinking.

#i bring you another gif montage #because i'm going insane #good omens #good omens 2 #goodomensedit #gos2 spoilers #good omens spoilers #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #idiots in love #neil gaiman #david tennant #michael sheen #tvedit #gif warning #long post #tw for the final 15

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elderwisp · 3 months

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◁ || ▷ now playing

Atlas: So I was thinking about piercing my other nostril and adding a septum piercing as well.

?: Hell yeah, that’s gonna look cool. Want me to change out the hoop so it matches?

Atlas: I would love that.

?: Alright, so you know how to care for your piercing right? Don’t pick at it, don’t change it out until fully healed.

Atlas: Alright, what do you think?

Taryn: Jesus are you okay? You didn’t even flinch.

Atlas: Completely fine. You’re next!

Taryn: [ a small squeak ] ‘kay!

?: First time? You’ll be okay.

Taryn: Kind of, I wasn’t conscious the first time.

?: Wait what?

Taryn: Sorry, I meant that I was a kid so I didn’t really remember. [ mumbles ] When I get nervous, I forget how to speak.

?: [ laughs ] I see. Well, it’s really sweet of your boyfriend to bring you here. He even offered to pay.

Taryn: Oh, he’s not my boyfriend.

?: My bad. You guys seem like- Slight pinch.

Taryn: [ flinches ] Like what?

?: Seem to be yourselves around each other.

#HAHAHAH spiraling!!#i fully posed this scene it was about 15 poses in total :D #also finally looked into creating cool font effects in photoshop i had that on the backburner for a bit #tessellate #tw needles #gif warning #sims 4 story #show us your story

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serickswrites · 6 days

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Imprisoned

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture

Smallest Teammate huddled in the cell. It was cold and damp in the dark cell. But it was better than the alternative. Whumper had kidnapped them days ago with the promise of pain and suffering. And Whumper had made good on that promise, holding Smallest Teammate prisoner and torturing them.

Being alone in their cell was a reprieve from the pain. They could tolerate being alone. As long as Whumper stayed away from them, Smallest Teammate would be happy to sit alone in the dark, chained to the damp stone wall of the cell. They could live with that.

They knew the team would be looking for them. Knew that Team Leader wouldn't sleep until they were found. But they also couldn't hold out hope that the torture would stop soon. To do that would be a lie and break Smallest Teammate all the faster.

And so they sat, alone in the dark, trying to shake the memories of pain and suffering at Whumper's hand. Hoping that the team would find them soon, but knowing their existence would be pain-filled until then.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw torture #wollemi whump event #wollemi day 15 #i finally finished gang #lol #prompt: held prisoner #queue #team whump

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kodieshmodie · 2 months

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POV: you’re caught in a cave-in but some blonde guy promises to get you out in one piece.

I did the Evil Artstyle challenge on Twitter (asked my followers what my art style traits are and tried to draw without them), and this is my attempt! No hair shines or blush, and I had to use thicker more textured lines. Definitely not the best attempt, but it was still very fun to try! 🤩💖

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stygiovictoria · 9 months

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in a fit of nostalgia i listened to a bunch of music from my childhood (creepypasta and gacha life music videos) and ended up with an extremely edgy ffxv au where Everything Goes Horribly Wrong and they all turn evil. thanks for listening

thank you to my bestie @gooberpaw for helpjng a ton 👊👊👊

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shallowseeker · 6 months

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I didn't want to add to the poetry post by @cliveguy, but am now haunted by the horrible thought of Dean thinking he was inside a dream.

DEAN: I keep checkin' back. To see if maybe all this was just a dream. But it's always the same.

15x19

#spn 15x19 #season 15 #spn season 15 #dean and djinn dreams #dean and death #tw major characater death #spn finale

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captainkurosolaire · 1 year

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Tailspin

A rolling tumbleweed traversing desolate desert, scattered across a Saloon, house for cretins which felt lost. Offering salvation in nectar. One drink, became two, three and eventually, your issues were gone. Albeit once snapped out of it, everything else was too.

The precipice of a familiar setting. It cost him before, history held the habit to repeat. Seated, tankard a grog almost finished. Standing on a mental ledge.

He felt worthless, telling people that it’s going to be okay, shouting you’ve got to win, only to falter. This building was where the downward spiral occurred formerly. Allowing, ‘Un’, a specter of misery to consume him. Manifesting a nagging conscience who served small, inferior, and gave it control.

Plummeting further into depravity. Felt he was a creature of flight, airborne, whelmed with turbulence that threatened to crash and collide into the ground.

Unshakable hope, said he could still pull up. Relapse or command a resiliency.

Reflecting, silencing noises of the establishment’s ambiance. Judas prior in a crushing way, advised him to use his thoughts. Serving close, although it was strictly platonic, chemistry, and matching bond felt richer than many couples who claimed love.

Culprit behind this betrayal, took advantage of closeness, peaking into rifts. Inflicting Captain to strike wrongly… Orchestrating this proved chaos was enjoyed. The down-bad heathen began crossing analyzing Crewmates, on potential motives. A singular bullet within the chamber to get the truth, unwilling to falsely accuse.

Wasn’t his daughter, Klethera, despite last seen publicly at bedside before the crime commenced. A grievance too raw, she lashed out. When news broke Captain confronted her after learning she volunteered and admitted she was the one who slew the brother of the man waged against in the Six Layers pit. Wishing to prevent, protect her, but she just questioned. “Why are you insistent to be my Father now? You weren’t for eighteen summers. I don’t need protection or coddling, I can manage without you.” Leaving him stunned, stormed out also on him. Naturally she was a spit-fire.. Unlike him, she held leaps of sense, understanding right from wrong, righteously seeking to do moral justice.

Surgeon Casta either wasn't able elicit harm. Purest innocence, despite challenges into breakable mistreatment, unfairness, everything stacked, she managed to keep herself and attitude afloat. For her compassion for others. Humanization inspired Captain right now, to contemplate. Even chosen to become a subordinate of Sinbad’s band. She admitted to being afraid, but her braveness leaped over expectations for the sake of her Captain.. A hero in her Tales she made him the protagonist. Saved by him long ago. Reality was she was his heroine.

Ubylagynn Gark, The Hellsguard Uncle of Crew, Quartermaster, gentle giant, brother of the Founding Captain. Although intense tension lingered after a threat that if Captain sulked again and moped in the Crimson Baron’s presence, he’d personally turn him into ashes and a fleece pelt. Flames from the crime scene were created with a standardized lighter. Gark’s fire aspect, didn’t require any carry-on nonsense.

Shelah, the Duskwight, sniper originated from part’s elsewhere, Isle of Amazonian’s, all women who were seers, were nomadic and uncommon to using such devices and critically lacked knowledge outside their isolated habitat. She couldn’t have been the culprit either.

Zieton, Goldbrand Crew’s Historian, seemingly from an ancient era, incredibly bound of faith, vowed in Twelve’s Sake to sacred oath, he wouldn’t ever bring harm to anyone with his tremendous knowledge. A body was a temple of the divine and the conduit of their wishes. Joining strictly to retain the scattered Relic’s of the Twelve as his quest, reunite them to their rightful residence. This was far too barbaric and savage for this Elezen.

Nihlius, the unwanted Ghoul, outside grimly appearance, afflicted with appalling darkness, it was impractical for them to be the offender. Quite possibly served as Captain's most loyal, a monster… Unbelievable.

Ruling out these, who remained were candidates, potentially, the mastermind of dark.

Didn’t taste right to assume, Slafhota the person who actually pulled him from the fire, yet often in scenarios, the first on scene could be it. Her aetheric pattern when Captain first encountered her, he believed was an old enemy, a Primal of the Depths, someone who brought tremendous turmoil to Captain long-ago with his Crew of former, it took alliances, and managed to superbly unite to bring down that Siren Among Siren’s written about in fables, her civilization, terrorized, control mind’s and bent them effortlessly in song. It took War against that force, it built his fame throughout the Realm for holding a part to eviscerating that pollution. But he was wrong, cause confronted with this Sea Wolf, she was so far different. Notwithstanding his initial reading, nor instinct, she banished his thoughts. – Perhaps she has regained memories? Was she merely a reincarnation of that villain, hiding amongst that facade? A pretty surface, hiding the depths… There was weight to his concerns.

She not only cooked for this Crew, but was a counselor, someone reliable to confess their harboring feelings, providing balances of calming empathy. Anyone felt safe with her to open up too. He almost slipped into unruly habits, instead asked for her help and she provided warmth. It meant so much to help others, especially those wanting betterment. Felt she would NEVER give up on another. The commitment to care-taking was unrivaled.

Whyte an odd Viera, who really wasn’t. Glamoured only as her identity, laid only known by the Treasure Hunter, Captain. The product manifestation of a treasured relic that brought thoughts to life after traversing a Spiritual Ruins. She was Captain’s imaginary friend, as a child that was never given an actual vessel, she wasn’t real, if anyone else knew that... It would be her demise. Kuro convinced all Crew, she was a childhood friend from his orphanage. Unshakeable, though relic's didn’t carry all their effects, it could be cursed. Things that were buried, often proved better off this way. In the Captain’s twisted fragment, the treasure could’ve mirrored and warped her into other personality traits even outside his design.

Me-Me otherwise Gremlin referred, proved indescribable. They joined this Crew by her own volition and insistence, Captain overwhelmed with their mystique and not only really knew much about them, often they served to pull pranks although harmless, sought to amuse, get laughter out, rid gloom and replace for jolly… Or would con them out of their wealth. From everything Captain knew, Me-Me acted like a guardian. Her reasoning for joining this band was unfathomably beyond anyone. With hints and little display of prowess, they by far were the very, very, strongest.

The Final individual suspect, Captain, chose to often play blind, despite Sol’s many, nonredeemable qualities, brief instances of cruelty, over-exhausting greed. Sol Akami, was Captain’s longest known Crewmate, being among every version of Crew. They were closer than most brothers. Back to back fighting and overall growing up together. Taught under the same Founding Captain, either one of them could’ve held the inheritance of the mantle. He led mercenaries, once owning a Silverbrand, the sister to the Goldbrand; they were always on a similar page. Overcoming events that were incomprehensible to normal. Both lost at sea, struggled with sin and vices. Sol took different stances, opposing path more, traditional in piracy, brutal, take-first, everything was subject to steal, he was borderline insane some days, unpredictable, dangerously borderline a Scourge. Giving off the worst of first impressions. Each were former slaves, Sol, was taken by the Garlemald in their rise. While Captain was a prisoner inundated by land.

Just cause you know someone, doesn’t mean you really do, especially in Captain’s world of piracy, a fact that ate him up. The Seeker wanted none of them to be the traitor, but one was.

Miqo'te resurfaced from his deep thoughts. A soothing feminine voice quizzically, “Another pour sweetie?” Scoundrel left in decision.

Loosening the hold on a drink, “Nay, thank ye though, beauty.” Paying up and choosing to walk beyond. He chose to attempt to remain resilient.

Unbeknownst to this tavern, his last time here, the miscreant acted in such a hellish manner. Brought physical pain to her that had her screaming at him, "Monster!!!" -- He overall was unpleasant to others, she didn’t even recognize him in this present-day, practically a dead man after-all. Blending into casual ware to offer concealment; his mere presence always brought pandemonium. As he departed. She collected the payment, given a additional mysterious pouch inside carried a rare jewelry that could change a life on wealth alone. Radiance, the value left a shone that reflected her most pleasant features. Confused and thinking it was a mistake, she chased after but he was long gone from visibility. The smallest token to make amends and he felt late. This gesture showed that the Pirate was determined to walk a new path that his predecessors never did. Despite unseen from her. Other studious eye’s from tavern patrons, gave pursuit and was tracking this Captain. A whiskey flask was mutually left to collect dust on the serving round-table, whoever drank this, was in the same disaster mental space of the Blackguard.

🌊 ♫The Grey♫ - Reference- Last Chapter 🌊

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maraeffect · 10 months

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not to be like that, but people reblogging this but like completely ironically kind of upsets/triggers me. i don't think he unironically deserves to be called a slur of course. but this man fully dated a 15 year old when he was in his twenties. and i see NO ONE ever bring it up. no one even trigger tags the band, which makes coming onto my dash a chore sometimes (i have great friends that rb related things and i don't want to unfollow them over one band). but you have to admit that if this was ANY other band, they'd be cancelled to hell and back.

people still enjoying their stuff after NO acknowledgement from either the band or community? it makes me feel like some of you are only performatively in support of CSA victims. it feels like a betrayal. it sucks.

#nothing against the op specifically obviously #i just thought maybe we were finally talking about It and was saddened when i realized otherwise.#I'm 23 and wouldn't step foot near a 15 year old that way. not even an 18 or 19 year old tbh.#it hurts bc I'm a csa victim and i hate that support for people like us is. conditional or selective #people are so willing to ignore it when it's their favorite singer or whatever.#chatter #csa tw

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cursedbycastiel · 1 year

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TW// Death, SPN Finale

Just rewatched “Dead Man’s Blood” last night… saw Jenny, who succeeded in causing Dean’s death. Two things John said struck out to me “ once vampires catch your scent- it’s forever.” And “vampires mate for life.” And I thought wow, one actual monster storyline that came full circle… even though that was the only that did… the rest of finale undid everything else in my opinion.

Then some final thoughts, Dean was killed by a person the Winchesters couldn’t save. A victim who was turned into a vampire, whose creator was killed by John. Jenny, also was most likely bisexual and became a lifetime mate with the female vampire Kate, as she saved her by running away at end of episode. Huh.. that’s some irony for you.