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serickswrites · 1 year
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Stay With Me
Warnings: stabbing, blood, wounds, unconsciousness
“Huh,” Whumpee sighed as their hands went to the knife sticking out of their belly. When did that get there? 
They didn’t remember Whumper stabbing them. Didn’t remember the pain of their flesh being pierced. Didn’t remember anything other than chasing Whumper. Tackling Whumper. Knocking Whumper out. 
And now that they stood over Whumper, finally able to catch their breath, they realized things were not good. Not at all. Where was Caretaker? 
Whumpee’s world began to spin around them. Blood coated their fingers. Dripped down from the wound. Their side was wet. Their pants too. “Huh,” they said again weakly. 
“Whumpee! Whumpee! You cannot run ahead of me like that?” Caretaker huffed from behind Whumpee somewhere. “Oh, well at least you’re ok.” Caretaker said as they finally came to a stop, seeing Whumper laid out on the ground. 
Whumpee slowly turned as the world spun violently. “C-C-Caret’errrr,” they slurred as the ground suddenly came up to meet them. 
“Oh no you don’t!” Caretaker shouted rushing forward, catching Whumpee before they face planted. “Where are you? Oh shit.” Caretaker’s hands immediately went to press on the gushing wound in Whumpee’s belly. 
Whumpee blinked up at Caretaker. Their face swam in and out of focus. “C-C-Caret’errrr,” they muttered. 
“Uh-uh, none of that.” Caretaker tapped Whumpee’s face with a bloodied hand. “Stay with me, Whumpee. Stay with me.”
And Whumpee tried. They tried so hard to stay away. To stay with Caretaker as the blood flowed from the wound in their belly. To stay and not be sucked under by the all consuming dark. 
But Whumpee couldn’t. The call of the dark was far to strong to hear Caretaker’s words. The invitation of the unending night too tempting. Whumpee’s eyes fluttered close once more and didn’t open again.
“No, Whumpee. Whumpee! Keep your eyes open. Stay with me, dammit!”
Whumpee heard Caretaker’s words. Heard their cries. But they couldn’t respond. Couldn’t open their eyes. The dark had taken them completely. And Whumpee knew no more.
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lostglassguitars · 2 years
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Hello for character bingo game would you be so kind as to do. Connor DBH 👉👈
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HE'S THE ONLY GUY EVER AND I TAKE NO CRITICISM <33
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leafdrake-haven · 1 year
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I don’t think I’ll have any of my current fanwalkers/planebound characters get compleated but I have to admit the idea of a compleated Elrick is 👀 He’d be terrifying and I bet he’d have a very cool design. He would also be the one that fits most mechanically since I’ve considered having him do stuff with poison previously and he already does wither damage….
Don’t worry, I’m not talking myself into it, I’m not that mean to him or his girls.
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maxilgal · 1 year
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Just read an NPR article which is the most frightening bs talked about in the most matter of fact, this will be a good step forward, type of way.
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lazylittledragon · 11 months
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he's doing his best
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cattimeswithjellie · 1 year
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Okay, add this to the growing pile of evidence on "Why Cleo is the best": her museum curation game is extremely on point.
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(Her museum accession game is also extremely on point in that she "acquired" a bunch of stuff from other people and put it in her base, but she's owning that and good for her. I'm sure everyone will be very happy with their dabloons!)
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i-hear-a-sound · 11 months
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the fact that the fucking news had a count down to when the submarine’s oxygen was going to run out is to me some straight up dystopian shit. no not because the submarine was full of dumbass rich people and a 19 year old but more so the fact that people actively decided to make a spectacle out of what was undeniably going to end up in a fatal incident (what happened today) meanwhile I have seen next to nothing in regards to the recent boat capsizing in Greece that killed over 600 immigrants.
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samtamdan · 6 months
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They're so silly
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divorcedfiddleford · 9 months
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and you may say to yourself: "my god! what have i done?" and you may tell yourself: "this is not my beautiful wife!" and you may tell yourself: "this is not my beautiful house!" and you may ask yourself: "well, how did i get here?"
time isn't holding up, time isn't after us, time is a pony ride! (images described in alt text)
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paulmccartneygrindr · 2 years
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I love you dog-coded men I love you men on leashes I love you men in cages i love you loyalty to a fault I love you biting the hand that feeds you I love you problem dogs I love you rabid dogs I love you dogs that need to be put down I love you
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strangezuicide · 5 months
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Hi! Bye,
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rileyclaw · 2 years
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They just died in Their Arms tonight
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redhotarsenic · 1 year
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This was the nicest angel they had up there!
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little-pup-pip · 4 months
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25 Days of Agere Moodboards! Day 4: Perfect Agere Day!!
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novkovsky · 17 days
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coward 🥰 stop talking about me
it's weird asf of you to make a post about kendrick/drake discourse trying to compare it to taylor drama and then get upset and victimize yourself when black people respond telling you the shits not comparable. you can't cry woe is me "I'm just talking about taylor swift on my taylor swift blog," when you decide to involve yourself in discourse, that has little to nothing to do with her. like wtf did you expect?
like I'm sure there is an argument to be had about double standards and misogyny, but bringing up the plight of your white woman in a conversation around black commentary (i.e kendrick calling out a potential pedo freak culture vulture) you dont and never will understand, isn't the place for that.
but whatever- last time i checked, tumblr is a public social media site, the block button is free, and i can say what i want. If you didn't care, you wouldn't be in my asks box. grow the fuck up 🥰
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withacapitalp · 1 year
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Tap.
Steve wrinkled his nose, not quite awake, but aware of the sensations in his body
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Steve groaned, trying to pull away from whatever was trying to wake him. There was a soft chuckle on the pillow next to his, one that he would have recognized even in a coma.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Shave and a hair cut.
Robin.
Steve pried his eyes open, and, impossibly, there she was. Last he remembered, Robin was in New York, living her dreams in a place that accepted who she was. They had spoken on the phone just this afternoon, same time as always. Robin had rambled about going to the museum with her friends, maybe seeing a movie.
And yet somehow here she was in Steve's bedroom, hundreds of miles away from her college, her hand cupping his cheek with soft familiarity that made all of the residual pain he was feeling disappear.
Maybe he was dreaming.
But he couldn't be. He could feel the coolness of her hand against his face, and when Steve breathed in he could smell the honey lotion she liked to use for her eczema.
It was Robin. She was here. He wasn't alone.
"Hi," Robin whispered, giving Steve a big smile as they stared at each other.
"Hey," Steve echoed, just as quietly.
All at once the pain was back, his broken heart fracturing into a thousand tiny pieces. He had spent the better part of the week trying to be fine, trying to prove that he was still whole now that he was halved. The kids needed him steady, and his job forced him to be focused, and Steve loathed the idea of letting Eddie see how badly he was taking this.
But in the face of her unconditional love, the pain of the breakup was simply too much to bear.
"I was really really happy," He managed to get out before completely falling to pieces.
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