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Profic Party Day Three - Your Most Problematic Ship
(featuring everyone's favorite fazacon)
Enji whos guilt consumes him and makes him enable Toya's bad behavior >>>> (prolly ooc but idgaf im balling ⛹️♂️)
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this took so long, I'm finally free 🕊
If I messed anything up no i didn't. close your eyes
That's What You Get (Yandere!Hawks x Pregnant!Reader)
SERIOUS WARNING: This is an extremely disturbing read with themes and topics that include: suicidal tendencies, cursing, verbal abuse, blood, self-harm, infantilism, forced pregnancy, purposeful miscarriage, descriptions of gore, physical abuse and mentions of rape.
Please read with caution as you have been warned of the heavy subjects present in this story.
You wondered to yourself what you did to deserve all of this.
What god had decided to push all their anger unto your poor, unfortunate soul with such mercilessness?
What events led you to meeting a red-winged devil pretending to be an angel?
A hot hand grabbed at your hand without warning, yanking it away from your mouth. A trail of bloodied saliva followed and you only then noticed the familiar taste of blood on your tongue.
"Can you fucking stop?" Dabi hissed, turquoise eyes glaring deep into your hazed ones. "Do you want Hawks to lose his shit again?"
Yes, is what you wanted to say. You wanted Hawks to watch as you bit into your fingers with little thought. You wanted him to see how numb you were from all his abuse. You wanted him to know that he did this.
He was the reason you were broken now.
You didn't answer his question or even bother to truly look at him, only bringing your other hand to your mouth and biting down.
Your nail cracked against your teeth and felt slight satisfaction when Dabi cursed again and had to grab both your hands to keep you from doing any further damage to yourself.
"God dammnit, Y/N!" He growled, grabbing the attention of nearby league members scattered about the hideout. "Can someone please take this stupid bitch? I am not babysitting that hero's fuck doll today!"
Entering the room with a long sigh, Mr. Compress switched places with the purple-skinned villain, a first aid kit in tow.
When Dabi exited from the room, a dry chuckle left you but disappeared just as quickly as it came.
That's how most feelings worked for you now. They'd come and go. You were never allowed to truly feel anything for longer than 10 seconds.
Compress eyed you disappointingly, "It's not funny, Y/N." He scolded as he began to wrap your fingers, "Hawks told you to take better care of yourself. The more you put yourself at risk, the harder this pregnancy will be in the long run.
You stilled at that, nausea rising to your throat at the painful memories of Hawks holding you down against the cold, tiled floor and his warm, smooth cum filling your bruised cunt to the brim despite your cries.
That was followed by many more nights painted the same way.
A month later, you found out you were pregnant after Hawks had tested your toilet water.
The bastard was happier than ever but that happiness went right out the window when he caught you attempting to throw yourself down a set of stairs later that day. You'd even looked him in the eyes as you'd started to fall.
It was too bad that he'd caught you. That fall definitely would've done the trick.
After numerous other attempts, the hero finally decided that while he was gone, someone had to be with you at all times for both you and the baby's parasite's protection.
"Done-" Compress finished wrapping the bandages around you fingers, "-Have you eaten lunch yet?"
No, you hadn't. You hadn't moved from your curled position on the couch since Hawks left way earlier that morning.
To please Compress, you ate a few bites of what he made you and sipped some of the soup Hawks had packed for you.
Soon, you were back in your corner of the couch, filling in the permanent dent that you’d made from sitting there for so long.
You shivered as you hugged yourself.
Despite wearing a sweater and leggings with thick socks, you always felt so cold. Even if you were sweating, you were still cold.
You wondered why that was.
And now that you were left alone with your thoughts, you began to wonder other things.
Was your family regretting giving you to Hawks?
How long had it been since you'd seen them?
Did they even care?
What would they think if you escaped now and showed up pregnant?
Would they even believe you if you told them what Hawks did?
They’d probably think you were a slut.
A good for nothing whore that would do anything to get money.
Your head felt like it was about to explode.
Everything felt so meaningless now.
Why did this happen to you? Why couldn't you get control of your life again?
You placed a hand on your stomach, feeling the small hump that would soon be bigger and heavier in just a few months.
And then you'd have to push it out while it tore your pussy apart. Then you'd have to heal for who knows how long, taking care of a screaming, shitting lump while Hawks goes out and lives however he pleases.
As he always has.
...
Were you really supposed to just sit here and accept that?
That's what Hawks wanted you to do.
But how the hell could you?
"Baby, I'm back!" Hawks beamed as he walked up to you, stealing a kiss to your cheek. His smiled faded slightly, however, when he saw your bandaged fingers, "Aw, (Y/N), were you biting your fingers again?"
You didn't answer. You never really did anymore, much to his annoyance.
He sighed deeply and turned to Compress, asking him about how you'd done throughout the day. His expression only soured further at the villain's words and he glanced down at you with unimpressed eyes.
"Alright, thank you guys again for watching her-" He picked you up bridal style, "We'll be back next week as discussed."
The flight home was eerily quiet. You could tell that Hawks was upset with you. But he couldn't be nearly as upset as you were. But you knew he never thought about how you felt.
Everything was always about him.
When you both got home to his condominium, he sat you on the couch, unwrapping and examining your damaged fingers.
His lips were downturned and his brows were furrowed. His golden eyes weren't as bright as they'd been previously.
He wasn't happy with you at all.
Good.
His face made you giddy for some reason and you couldn't stop the corners of your lips from twitching upwards. It was so great that you could almost laugh with genuine joy.
Hawks' snapped his eyes up to you with wide, unbelieving eyes.
Shit, you must've laughed without realizing it.
No, wait.
You were crying.
"Oh, (Y/N), it's alright.” He cooed, “I know you'll do better for me and the baby next time, right?" That was a threat and you felt your mood plunge at the mention of the baby parasite resting in you. "Right?"
"Yeah..." You mumbled robotically. You could give less shits about the baby.
Hawks wasn't happy with how you'd responded but shrugged it off with a mumble of 'pregnancy hormones' and started to make dinner.
Ever since he’d found out you were pregnant, he made you take it easy. No unnecessary movement, as he liked to phrase it.
“So…” Keigo started, washing some rice in a bowl, “you’ve got your first appointment coming up next week. How’d’ya feel?”
You touched your growing stomach underneath your loose t-shirt. Was it really time for that?
No, no this couldn’t be.
If Hawks made you wait too long, you won’t be able to get rid of it and then you’ll really be stuck.
Nausea came back full force and you retched aloud, stomach curling. You turned away from the table and threw up the little bit of lunch you’d had earlier.
Keigo was by your side in a flash, rubbing your back when you continued to retch and gag.
“The morning sickness is becoming more frequent now, huh?” He asked, “Here, rinse your mouth with some water.” His feathers brought over a small cup of water and a bowl for you to spit into.
After rinsing your mouth out, you glanced up at Keigo, something you hadn’t done in a long time and saw how he visibly brightened when you did so.
“Please, Kei… I don’t-I don’t want this.” You told him honestly, your voice heavy with misery.
He instantly frowned at that, lips turning downwards and eyes going sharp, “What did I tell you about talking like that, (Y/N)? What the hell is wrong with you?!” He snapped, feathers shaking.
You stared at him as if he weren’t there and shrugged, “I guess you won’t know until the baby’s dead.”
“You don’t mean that.” He seemed to be telling himself that because deep down… deep down he knew that you meant it. “(Y/N), you don’t mean that.”
You felt the corners of your mouth lift again, “I’m not going to my first appointment because there will be no baby. Hell, there weren’t even be a (Y/N) to take to the appointment.” Now you were really smiling, no more tears to give.
Hawks feathers shook more, a hopeless look graced his features as he brought a hand to his mouth, “(Y/N), I-“ He looked away from your wide smile and void eyes, he couldn’t stand to look at you anymore, “What is happening to you? A baby is supposed to make you happy! Why isn’t this working?”
He walked away without another word, leaving you alone in the kitchen.
A burning smell caught your attention and you stepped over your vomit puddle to turn off the chicken he was cooking on the stove.
You took the pan off the still hot burner and placed it on the back one.
If only a burn could kill you.
A glint in your peripheral vision caught your eye and you snapped your head towards the sink. Your eyes widened.
There, like the forbidden fruit, sat a large kitchen knife. You realized Keigo must’ve left it when he was arguing with you.
Now was your chance.
You gripped the knife in both your hands.
You hadn’t seen a knife in so long. Keigo had locked them up when you started ‘acting up’.
You lifted it above your head.
Deep breath in.
Hold it.
You swiftly brought the knife down into your stomach. It slid right in like butter and you surprisingly didn’t feel anything.
With a shaky breath, you looked down and stumbled awkwardly as you struggled to pull the knife back out.
Blood started to soak your t-shirt and stain it dark red. A metallic smell clung to the air and you raised the knife above your head again.
This was easier than you’d thought.
You brought the knife down at an angle and groaned, the pressure of your stab felt like a punch.
One more stab should do the trick.
“(Y/N), I got off the phone with your pediatrician,” Keigo started from the bedroom you both shared, “Turns out, you’re just going through a pregnancy depr- (Y/N)!” He screamed seeing the blood on the ground.
Feathers shot towards you and you smiled wildly as you were pinned to the ground.
Keigo turned you on your side and you let go of the knife, letting it stay in your stomach.
There was no need to do anything else. You’d gotten rid of it for good.
He sobbed loudly in your face, his eyes screaming with despair. He didn’t even recognize you anymore, just like how you hadn’t recognized him for a long time now.
His screams of why were only met with one answer.
“Because, that’s what you get.”
I need to draw more ... I need more time to draw ..
Moon 5 Part 4
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Fogfreckle’s body hits the ground hard, rolling halfway down the slope as Moonstar slides down after him, pebbles skidding out from under her paws as she rushes to his side.
“Fogfreckle?” Moonstar’s voice wavers as she reaches him in a spray of stones, hovering a scraped paw gently over his bleeding body as she hesitates. He’s just lying there, chest rising and falling shallowly, as blood oozes from thick punctures along his back that stains his pale fur red. Should she roll him over? What if his bones are broken? He’s not dead, by the grace of StarClan, but she’s no medicine cat – she has no idea how close he is to death or how much worse she’ll make it if she tries to move him.
The circling shadow of the eagle drifts over them with another ear-splitting, screeching cry, and Moonstar’s fear makes the decision for her. She grabs Fogfreckle by the scruff of the neck and begins to haul him farther down the slope. She doesn’t want to injure him more than he already is, but she knows it’ll be worse if they’re caught out here on the open mountainside once the larger predators in the area catch scent of his blood and come to investigate.
Fogfreckle doesn’t make a single nose of pain as she pulls him through the dirt. She drags him as far as a tumbled collection of boulders and stones, squeezing into a space between the rocks that is just big enough for Moonstar to fit her body through and drag Fogfreckle in after her. The space is tight, without a lot of room to move, and Moonstar has to swallow panic and bile as the walls seem to press in around them.
“This is best,” she says aloud to herself, “foxes or fishers can’t reach us in here. It has to be here.” The self-soothing doesn’t do much to abate her claustrophobia, but Fogfreckle makes a pained noise in response to her voice and all thoughts of herself vacate her mind.
Fogfreckle whimpers as Moonstar licks his wounds clean, flinching as she clears dirt from the punctures with her rough tongue. She doesn’t say anything while she works, but she nearly sags in relief with every flinch and whimper from her brother. He’s okay. He’s okay. He’s alive and he’s okay.
“Stay here,” she says at last when she’s cleaned most of the blood and debris from his fur. It’s still oozing sluggishly from his wounds, bright and wet. “I need to find cobwebs. Do you think you broke anything?”
“I don’t think so,” Fogfreckle murmurs, voice weak and faint with exhaustion.
“Reckless,” Moonstar murmurs back, licking his forehead once. “Alright. Okay. Stay safe. Please, please, stay safe. I’ll get us help, okay? I’ll find someone to help.”
Moonstar scrambles out from under the claustrophobic press of rocks and pelts back up the mountain, swerving trees and boulders and leaping roots as she climbs higher and higher. Panic and grief strangles her thundering heart, pushing her to run faster and faster until her legs are burning. She reaches a break in the pines, a ledge buffeted by the wind, and yowls at the top of her lungs until her voice runs ragged.
“HELP! SOMEBODY, HELP! PLEASE! HELP!”
Her voice echoes back to her across the mountain, mimicking her fear. When it fades, there is only the sound of the mountain. Wind in her ears, the rustle of leaves in the trees, insects that hum in the sun. A sob escapes her, then a full blown wail, and her body collapses beneath her as the lack of response presses against her.
They are alone. At sunrise, she awoke as the leader of this clan, and at sundown she is so terribly, horribly, awfully alone.
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"...just get to the infirmary, Yamada. In 'n out..."
Um- so April- fools? Funny...
Dude I was so ready to draw erasermicjoke shenanigans for April 1st. NAW- brain didn't want to. Craved angst- so I redrew one of the panels from @moesartblog ! I hope you don't mind- I should have asked first but brain went BRR
Yall. My family calls me calamity jane because i am astoundingly clumsy. Im not allowed to wash any knives, even butter knives, without cutproof gloves. Okay?
I just slammed my finger in the very dirty back door so hard that one side got cut open and the other bloomed into an instantly black bruise. My brain whited out immidietly, i politely asked my brother to continue my jobs and then stood and waited for my mom to get home. With my black and bleeding finger. She walks in and i stand there like 🙂 for a few minutes, i wouldnt want to rush her!! She gets over to me and i go 'i... cant see.' And collapse on the spot.
Fast forward ten minutes, ive passed out three times, my dad had to kickstart my body into breathing once, but my wound is cleaned and im concious again!!
I wanted to do something for Halloween, because I freakin’ love Halloween.
so I drew my favorite guy bein’ all scary.
Now he and Etho will match forever <3
guys do Halloween stuff I need to see the hype everywhere come on it’s like the internet collectively forgot about October 31 like where are are all my cringy diy decorations and soul destroying body horror art and drawings of every one’s favs in silly costumes and ao3 one shots of characters doing Halloween stuff and/or being horribly tortured in the name of the spooky season? Like the actual day isn’t half as fun as the lead up to it!
Also I’ve been kinda feeling like I’ve been spewing art out into the void here so like just so ya know comments and asks actually make my day. Thanks!
Here’s a pun I find funny:
do you occupy space and possess mass? You matter! Unless you multiply yourself by the speed of light squared. Then, you energy.
You know that scene in Steven Universe? Well.
Where is Leo, Green? @eternalglitch
I'm...a little sorry? Here's a textless version to make you feel better lol :)))))))))
"No child should say goodbye like this."
In this image, a little boy gently touches the forehead of his brother—cold, lifeless, lying in a morgue. This is not a goodbye any child should ever experience. But in Gaza, it happens every single day.
And yet… someone looked at this heartbreaking moment and chose mockery over empathy. Someone called this grief “a cult.” As if pain needs permission. As if mourning a sibling is some kind of performance.
But this is not a show. This is real. This is my life. I am a mother. My son is wounded and clinging to life. And every time he cries out in pain, I wonder—will I be next to say goodbye like this?
Instead of compassion, we receive mockery. Instead of help, we’re dehumanized.
But I will not stop fighting for my son’s life. And I ask you—please, stand with me. Help me get him the treatment he needs. Help me protect him from becoming another lifeless body… another number… another memory.
Don’t scroll past our pain. Don’t let hate drown out humanity
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Unhappy New Year 😭
As everyone celebrates New Year’s Eve 🎉 and prepares to welcome a new year filled with hope and joy, I find myself alone in the darkness of pain and suffering 😢. The shelling by the occupation's aircraft has destroyed my home 🏚️ and deeply wounded me, as shrapnel from the explosion has entered my body.
I underwent surgery 🏥, but unfortunately, it was unsuccessful due to the **collapse of the healthcare system** in Gaza. The doctors told me that the only solution is to travel to a country with an advanced healthcare system 🌍 to remove the shrapnel, but the road to recovery is not easy.
I have created a fundraising campaign 💖, but so far I have only been able to raise **1,000/10,000 Euros** needed. This amount is not enough to cover the treatment costs.
**Tonight, I wish that all friends would donate whatever they can, so I can expedite my treatment process.** While everyone celebrates the beginning of a new year 🥳, I am living with unbearable pain all the time. I kindly ask you to donate what you can and to share my posts with your friends and family, as everyone can play a role in saving my life 🙏.
**Every euro makes a difference 💶, and every share gives me hope.** I thank you from the bottom of my heart ❤️ for your support and assistance during these difficult moments.
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Some art for what I am tentatively calling my Frankentwins AU!
Uncolored ver. below cut
Story time
So I brought a bunch of little Kokichis to my school and was gonna stick them everywhere for April fools, here they are when I was making them yesterday:
And I went to put one on this weird column thing we have in the art courtyard, and I fucking fell and displaced my knee
So yeah now I got crutches for the next week or so and a knee brace for longer, just cause I wanted to make a little prank
Also when the school nurses and stuff asked me what happened I said I was bending down to tie my shoelaces and they bought it
Sometimes, she wondered if Sabre-kind, too, were merely animals. --- Just a sabretooth wc character questioning their morality after winning a brutal fight- were her brethren, really, just bigger prey too?
Mary and Son
I really liked Mouthwashing’s whole story arc between Anya and Curly with the whole [redacted] debacle, so I decided to take a piece from my childhood religion and doodle a little thing with them!
Reference under the cut!
that's how popee the performer zine i worked on together with other amazing artists look in my copy of it
28. Kimono
Kidd - 22 | Killer - 26
Tags specifically for this chapter:
Kidd injury recover from loosing his arm
Killer's not doing much better mentally
bathing again
with hair washing role reversal
Read at A03 linked above or here below cut
-thank you wife for telling me kimono (きもの/着物) literally just means 'thing to wear' and helping me get unstuck with suggesting coat redux.
Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list
He's starting to remember more and more of each day, the haze of pain and drugs slowly lifting as his body heals. What was once just vague feelings are starting to be actual lucid moments, a few minutes at a time.
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Killer's there at his side every time he comes around; even if he can't remember, he knows it's true.
Killer's on the chair facing him today, feet propped up on the nightstand, but careful not to disturb the bottles of meds or the canteen of water. He's fiddling with something in his lap, but Kidd's not sure he has the facilities to figure out what.
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When he drifts back again, he practically begs Killer to let him up; he's exhausted, he's hurting, but he also has to pee and he would like to take a piss like an adult for once.
Halfway there, and Kidd knows they aren't going to make it if Killer walks him there - and Kidd relents and lets himself be carried if only for the fact it means he won't piss on himself in the hallway.
He'd hate all of this more if he had the energy to even make it back to bed before he's passing out again.
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He wants to eat with the crew.
He wants to see his crew.
Heat & Wire keep assuring him everyone if fine, but they're too quick to placate and refuse anything more. Killer won't even entertain his questions, and Kidd nearly cries when he finally has the awareness to notice that Killer's hair is almost completely gone, shorn just past the helmet.
He can't bring himself to ask, and Killer offers nothing back.
Kidd needs to see his crew.
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Finally Killer relents, but he has his own stipulations. The big one being Kidd needs to look presentable if he's doing this.
Kidd - who is tired of sponge baths and fever sweat sheets - allows him to be man handed into the bathroom again, this time letting Killer pamper him in the warm tub. He's too tired and heavy to appreciate it fully, but soaking in the warm water already has him feeling more like a person again, and he lets Killer scrub him down, wash his hair, tend to his still healing wounds.
Kidd see them for the first time, then. He'd been aware his left arm was gone, but it didn't sink in until he sat in the water, bandages off, healing stitched skin on display. It's not just his shoulder, but his reflection in the water, his neck and chest, his gut. His right arm bears more marks from where he tried to defend himself and if he crosses his forearm across his chest he can see the long injury drawn out across his entire body, from forehead to groin.
No wonder Killer's been so quiet. Gormaichean. He owns his partner big for this - the fright he must have caused the man.
Its a wake up call, as he watches Killer mother him in the water's reflection, combing his hair like the invalid he is. He can't even bring himself to bitch about it, instead just letting the continuous motion and the still water lull him into a doze, until the bath starts to cool and he's all prunie and wrinkled.
Then Killer's hauling him up and toweling him down, and Kidd says nothing about the zen-like focus his partner pays him, afraid to break whatever peace Killer has found in the actions. The absolute concentration Killer directs at him once he is clean and dry, and Killer starts to work the ointment into his stitches before wrapping them once again.
The stitches still pull at his left eye a bit, and it feels like Kidd is just endlessly crying. He's almost relieved when Killer wraps his face back up, the tears hidden in the gauze.
Killer gives him a moment to compose himself as he slips Kidd's legs into his pants, starts dressing him slowly and reverently. Slides his boots on for him and laces them like they're something precious.
The shirt Killer pulls out to dress him in is unfamiliar. Unlike Killer, who liked to hide behind long sleeves and higher collars, Kidd's ruined too many shirts with his devil fruit, the small sharp edges that came hand in hand with weapons and scraps tearing the sleeves to shreds after a single fight. But he doesn't have the range of motion right now to be pulling a tang top on and off. Kidd is too broad chested for it to be one of Killer's, the solid dark colour not in his partner's usual tastes either. It's short sleeved and very low necked, and it's a button up that Kidd realized was Wire's as Killer slide it up his right arm. It's a snug fit around his bicep but it's not unwelcome, and the hem stops just short of the thickest part of the wrapping on his left arm as Killer carefully works it over the healing stump.
While his face heals, Kidd's not surprised Killer doesn't offer him his googles, but at least the bandages have the side effect of covering his forehead and keeping his hair pushed back out of his eyes.
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He hadn't realized he'd drifted off again until he he wakes up to the feeling of anxiety. Not his own, but his partner's.
Killer's staring at their makeup bag on the bathroom counter - foundation in hand; It's going to rub off on the bandages all over Kidd's face. Kidd decides for him, pulling the bag closer and picking out the black eyeliner pen and his favorite shade of red eye-shadow. "You can at least fix up my good eye, yeah?"
It's the first thing either if them have spoken since entering the bath
Killer patiently paints his face back on, Kidd watching him intently, trying to get a read on him though the mask.
It's not usually this hard, but Kidd knows things have changed again.
Kidd lost.
It's been a very long time since that's happen. He'd forgotten the feeling.
He drops his jaw gently, parting his lips as Killer pulls out his favorite lipstick, Killer's thumb pressing against his chin. Kidd can see Killer's eyes this close, his attention completely on his task.
His hand is next, Killer matching the nail polish to Kidd's lipstick; Kidd realizing with a pang that it maybe a long time, if ever, before he's able to do things like this for himself now.
Its intolerable: this weakness. It is inexcusable, especially from a Captain. Kidd can not loose again. He wont stand for it and neither should his crew.
Killer inspects Kidd's appearance, seeming hyper aware of the way every hair falls, and even with out gelling it up, spends a few moments carefully arranging the drying locks.
Kidd's hates every moment of it, hates that Killer is still so shaken that he's stressing about how Kidd's hair is styled.
"You died." Heat will tell him later, just the two of them as Wire takes watch and Killer finally, FINALLY falls asleep. "And Boss Killer was more than willing to follow you. I thought he was going to turn on us when we tried to stop him."
Hates that he was too weak to protect Killer from himself.
Satisfied, Killer steps back to look him over, a Captain's Return. Kidd understands why Killer believes they need this, the crew need to see Kidd as someone strong, even if Kidd doesn't feel that himself at the moment.
But Killer has one last touch, pulling a heavy weight across Kidd's shoulders. Physically, physically, it's not too much - Kidd thought his coat destroyed and gone, but Killer appears to have salvaged the red fur lining and it's been reworked into a presentable coat once again. it's also nearly a third of the weight of the original one, and his left arm can shoulder the weight with little strain. The weight on his heart, however is crushing.
Killer carefully balances it over his shoulder's draping it back like a King's cloak.
Kidd will earn that weight back. He won't fail them again.
hayley didn't regret the fight, even as she lay in bed bruised and battered she held no doubts in what transpired. klaus had managed to find her after inadu had their way. possessing elijah to attack and leave her for dead, deep down she knew it wasn't him. that he wasn't in control of the blows, the hybrid could see it in elijah's face, how his eyes would change from rage to sorrow. he fought so hard to not allow this outcome and she knew that in her heart. she would heal in time, much faster than most. but that brought no comfort, she felt defeated, until hope walked into the room.
the tribrid had grown into her name the moment she was born and proved every day that the name fit, even when hope couldn't see it she was exactly that. the light in the darkness. that tiny spark that kept the fight going. that was who hope was to hayley, so to hear her voice it provided a wave of calm. the hybrids body began the process of relaxing, placing her other palm on hope's face, she smiled weakly. "there was nothing you could babygirl. i'm okay i will heal and elijah isn't possessed anymore."
it was obvious, the guilt and terror that ran through her daughter and she wanted so badly to dim the rage that also bubbled, but she knew hope needed time with these things. the two were protective over each other and hayley knew that she would be picked every time in the tribrids eyes. "don't be mad at him for too long, it wasn't him that did this to me...."
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃. ⸺ ( @iknowthvnd ) location: hayley and elijah's home.
HER ENCOUNTER WITH ELIJAH, had left one single thought in the tribrid’s mind ( not she wouldn’t run to her mother first, whenever something happened ) but this was different, it involved hayley directly and it was that little detail that made rage inside of her swell, hope’s list of people to ‘ protect ‘ was extensive on a regular day but it was the list that contained the people nobody should MESS with that often made her react, a bit more violently than usual ( and that was saying something )
rushing inside of her family home, her like of sight was frantic as she zoomed from room to room, only allowing her gaze to soften as soon as she spotted her. rushing forward, the girl threw her arms around her, finally allowing the breath she’d been holding to release before she pulled back to meet the hybrid’s gaze ⸺ a silent acknowledgment, to let her know that she was with her, no matter what.
if there was one thing hope was confident of, it was exactly this. she’d fight a long side her mother for the rest of time, regardless of who it was that they were staring down. “ you’re okay.. “ she breathed with a shake of her head, eyes stinging a little as she reached for the woman’s hands, lacing them with hers, she squeezed tightly. “ mom, i’m so… “ what sorry? would that help? would the guilt she felt knowing that it should have been her and not her uncle, help anyone if she shared it? no. so instead she pulled the brunette in for another hug, that feeling of protection that came whenever she was near her mother enveloping her to the point that it felt overwhelming, but. in the best way possible.
I wasn't tagged, but I'm still interested...:)
I survived.....probably due to my stubbornness
Tagging: Anyone who wants to do this
pov: you’re in a horror movie
1. create your own look here
2. find out what role you are here
I kind of love the result I got :)
no pressure tags: @foodiewithdahoodie @queereldritch @elhaspowers @gothbower @ohfallingdisco @josephandjamie @josephfakingquinn @johnsimms @cuethemulti @can-of-pringles @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @nebulousfishgills @mimisempai @thelostsisters @lokisgoodgirl @cultofsheep @onesmainbitch @jcbbby @whumpzone @catboysienna @lussiane333 @erdarielthewhumper @abitofboth @galactic-magick @llywenn @chaos-monkeyy @highwarlockofphilly (only if you feel like playing, no pressure or anything 🥰)
if I didn’t tag you and you’d love to join, please don’t hesitate to do so. I’d love to see the results you got. everybody is welcome!
A saint one
Making process | full size under the cut
Summary:
Weapon: Blender | Photoshop & old laptop / pc mouse / keyboard
Total time: 12 hours
Final PSD size: 1GB
Now I want to make ultimate *how_to_draw_without_everything_usually_needed* guide so bad 🤡🤡
Traumatized Matt, at different stages. And Tom. And me, I'm just glad that I got at least some of it out of my head. It's been killing me.
⚠️ THIS LITTER BOX IS PUTTING YOUR CAT'S LIFE AT RISK ⚠️
The door of this litter box closes vertically and can close on your cat's neck. Multiple cats have died from this.
It has sensors that detect if the cat is inside, but what if they're faulty? What if your pet sticks only their head in? It is very dangerous and we should spread awareness on this matter.
So about that time Virgil was punched in the cartoon episode
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CLOSED STARTER || ft. @littledaydreamers || Elsie Newman
Injuries came hand in hand with the title of enforcer. Though, Ivan was usually the one inflicting the injuries and throwing the punches instead of having them thrown back at him. A cut eyebrow and busted lip was all the man had walked away with, though it was more than he was used to. The men he fought didn’t usually fight back. Hence, why he’d been taken off guard, and why the other had managed to get a few stray punches in. Heading back to base with his tail between his legs, Ivan immediately made a b-line for the medical corner. Blood dripped down his face, pouring from the cut above his eye. The other man had somehow managed to clock him with a pair of knuckle dusters, making Ivan’s face not so pretty to look at right now. “Elsie, get in here!” He shouted for his protege, hissing as he cleaned the wound with rubbing alcohol. Gritting his teeth, he then ushered the woman over, grabbing a suture set. “Try not to ruin my face even more, huh.” He joked, holding out the set toward her.
It had been a long day. A long, boring day. Elsie had been stuck at the base for nearly forty-eight hours now. It was tedious, to say the least. She was used to coming and going as she pleased, never really one to fully follow the instructions she had been given, but she had pissed off one of her handlers after killing more people than they have instructed her to. Not to mention the fact she hadn’t killed them in the way that was ordered. In her defense, their way was too boring. If she was going to kill someone, she wanted to have some fun with it. When she heard her name being called, she immediately jumped up from her seat, enjoying the prospect of having something to occupy her time. Elsie followed the voice she suspected to be Ivan. A laugh erupted from her lips. “What the fuck happened to you?” She laughed once more. “I thought you were supposed to be good at this, no?” Elsie teased, raising a brow. To most, he would have seemed intimidating, maybe even scary, but the blonde was still yet to come across someone who stirred such feelings in her. Perhaps it was just the fact she had grown quite comfortable with the male. Plucking the suture kit from his hands, she placed it on the tray next to her as she picked up the suture needle and went to work on the cut. “I’m not sure that’s possible. It already looks pretty fucked up to me.” She tsked, her accent thick as she concentrated on the stitches.
PALM Asks About Jaded Y/N Eye Scar. This Is Inspired By @akbrain Work For The Sisters :>
TW/CW: Talk About Violence/Injury, Talk About Trauma/Body Trauma, Artwork For Trauma/PTSD And PTSD Flashback
PALM And Y/N Are Sitting On A Couch Eating Some Graham Crackers Waiting For Green Tea Mousse And Choco Drizzle To Come Back Home From Whatever Place They Went To.
PALM: "Hey Y/N...?"
Y/N: "Yea Pudding?"
PALM: "How Did You Get That Scar?" *She Asks Tilting Her Head A Little In Curiosity*
Y/N: "Oh Uh..-" *They Thought Of What To Said To PALM. Y/N Had Been Staying With The Sisters For About 2 Years Y/N Hadn't Told Either Of The Sisters About Their Past Let Alone Their Scar. Y/N Thought PALM Deserve An Explanation But The Look On PALM's Face...*
Y/N: "I Got It By-" *They Said Still Trying To Come Up With An Explanation For Her In A Way That PALM'S Innocence would Stay Intact. As They Thought The Image Of Him Flashed Through Their Head Remembering The Pain And Adrenaline Rushing Through Them As They brawled. The Image Went Away As Soon As It Went As Y/N Continued To Think.
Y/N: "I Got It When In A Scuffle Happened Between Someone I Used To Know." *They Said Trying To Collect Themselves To Not Worry PALM*
PALM: "Why Would Someone Do That To You?"
Y/N: "They Just Got Carried Away" *They Said Patting PALM'S Head To Calm Her Down*
PALM: "Oh Okay :3"
Y/N: "How About When Makes Some S'mores? You Can Put As Much Chocolate As You Want" *Y/N Said With A Small Grin Thankfully PALM Took Y/N's Words. As Y/N Got Up To Get Everything Ready To Make The S'mores They Thought To Themselves 'How Much Time Do I Have To Tell Them All My Past?..'"
Artwork:
pleading angel ⋆˚꩜｡
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In shackled branch- does CV ever use the fact that shmilk is chained against him/the other beasts and heroes?
Ah well fuck
Lore progression yaaaayyyyy
(REMEMBER!!! HE’S ALIVE!!! HE’S REPAIRABLE!!!! AND THE SOUL JAMS ARE TOO!!! DON’T RUN IN MY REPLIED, DMS AND ASK BOX ASKING IF HE’S GONNA BE ALRIGHT AND IF THE JAMS WILL BE REPAIRED!!!!!)
Ifa isn't sure how he's come into this situation or knows who ( or what ) he's helping, but The Tlalocan veterinarian can't do nothing. Ifa removes his medical satchel from his belt and lays it out for the creature to see everything he's doing.
He reaches into the satchel for triage materials and Cacucu knows the drill, the saurian raptor hovers down and turns his back to Ifa, giving his colleague the chance to reach into little backbag for smaller medical items. Ifa is ready to begin his care and he perks up at hearing the guttural plea from the creature. He blinks with surprise before nodding his head. Of course.
❝ I'll help you, bud, no worries there. I'm gonna look at you now, okay? ❞
Ifa can see they are infected with abyssal corruption and likely … far from human. They have a tail, indigo claws, eyes like a sea of stars, and a devolved speech pattern. Ifa will have to try his best here. He's not even sure if they need a regular doctor, a vet, or The Traveler who can heal abyssal corruption.
Somehow, Ifa can hear his ancestors cursing him ( with brooms in hands ) from beyond the Night Kingdom. He's healing abyssal creatures now?
"Relax, bro. We got you, bro!" Cacucu squawks to reassure the creature and Ifa motions again for the raptor to stay back. He can't risk Cacucu catching any abyssal corruption. Ifa too can catch it himself, but that doesn't seem to concern him.
❝ Almost done. You're doing good. ❞ Ifa explains as he finishes wrapping a bandage.
❝ But, you're going to need more help than this. Do you know where you are, or what happened to you? Who you are? ❞
Doodled some ocs from an rp bc hark adopted val and we stan. Pink hair is mine, but coop ain't on tumblr 😔