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Goretober Day 17: Burning "S..Seinaru.. I-I just..wanted to protect her.. .....why...?"
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Now this one isn't surprising, based it off of a scene from a roleplay, except I made a little change.
Akane belongs to me. A ref for her can be seen here in Picrew. sta.sh/01wimired7js
Triss post Sodden. She burnt - she is still burning. Scars are memories and those wouldn't fade. But this is her body and she is learning living again.
Giovanni Is Just the Worst Boss (part one)
This is a darker fic. I was twelve when I wrote this and I honestly can't remember what spurred me to write this.
Content Warnings: Mentions of abuse; injuries (including burns); workplace violence mention (that will be shown later); James's cover stories for his injuries sounding way too similar to real-world cover stories; misunderstanding of medical issues and injuries; Meowth gets kind of weird about James's feet at the wrong time (wouldn't be a past!me fic without misplaced possible sexuality)
-O-o-O-o-O-
(Meowth’s point of view)
The day James came back to the cabin with a black eye, Jessie and I got worried.
“Where did you get that black eye?” I asked.
James looked at me and said, “I ran into a wall.”
Since this was a reasonable excuse, I didn’t say anything else about it. But the black eye looked painful and hard to see through.
And he didn’t actually run into a wall.
-O-o-O-
We sent James to the boss the next day. We had to choose a member of our team and send them to the boss for further orders every day for the next five days. James said his meeting with the boss went okay, so Jessie and I sent him because he wouldn’t start a fight.
To our surprise, one of James’s teeth was knocked out. We noticed it because it was one of his side front teeth.
Butch would have a field day if he was there.
“James, what happened? Why is one of your teeth knocked out?” I asked.
“It was a loose tooth,” James said. “I pulled it out.”
Two injuries in a row. And humans don’t usually get loose teeth in their late teens.
Something’s up, I thought.
-O-o-O-
James’s mouth had mostly healed by the next day. We sent him to the boss because the boss called him there.
When he came back, I didn’t see any injuries. But James was limping.
“Why are you limping?” I asked. “Did you sprain your ankle? You should stay off it. Let me—”
“No. Nothing happened. I’m fine,” James said. He tripped over his foot and fell.
I decided to seize the opportunity to examine James’s legs and feet. I took off his boots and socks. His feet were delicate and soft. They looked graceful and rather slender. Maybe James seemed so clumsy because his boots were slightly too big.
Anyway, there were no injuries on his feet.
I rolled up his pant leg. Nothing on his left leg. But on his right leg, there was a burn mark.
“James, why did you try to hide something like this? How did you even get this?” I said.
“I tripped over a Charmander’s tail and it burned me.” James sounded dead serious. He had a serious look on his face. I looked closer at his eyes. I could’ve sworn I saw tears.
Something told me that burn mark wasn’t from a Charmander.
-O-o-O-
The boss called for James again. James went to his office. I wished and hoped that James would not come back with an injury.
It didn’t work.
James came back with his arm in a cast. His eyes were completely glazed over and his hair was a little messed up. He was blushing slightly. Other than the flush on his face, he looked drained.
He saw Jessie staring at him and said, “Victreebel bit my arm and broke it.”
I thought this explained the cast and his skin being washed out. I thought James had been poisoned.
He wasn’t.
-O-o-O-
The fifth day we had to send James to the boss was the day we found out why James was injured.
James set off for the boss’s office looking pale and drained. He came home with a nosebleed.
“How did you get a nosebleed?” I asked.
“I fell out of a tree,” James said.
Both Jessie and I stared at James for a minute. Then Jessie said something that threw a wrench in all of James’s stories.
“If you fell out of a tree, then how did you climb up the tree with a broken arm?” Jessie asked.
James looked us both in the eyes. Then he ran into the bathroom, crying.
“I don’t think he was ready for that question,” I said.
“I don’t think those injuries are by accident,” Jessie said.
-O-o-O-o-O-
Serious moral of the story: Workplace abuse is wrong. Actually, any kind of abuse is wrong.
Not-so-serious moral: Meowth, bro, not the right time for foot stuff!
"I like digging holes and hiding things inside them.
When I grow old, I hope I won't forget to find them
'Cause I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the night.
I build a home and wait for someone to tear it down,
Then pack it up in boxes, head for the next town running
'Cause I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the night.
And a thousand times I've seen this road...
A thousand times..."
~
-No Roots, Alice Merton
Whumptober No. 6
She would love to ask for help when she can't help herself... But everybody knows pride is a spiteful notion.
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(Edit - PAST ME FORGOT TO ADD THE TAGS BEFORE QUEUING I AM SO SORRY PLEASE SAY THIS SHOWS UP IN THE TAGS-)
Flannery Ember 🔥
I swear to God, I saw her howling at the sky She ain't out to get you, but she's better on your side
of course you guys voted vriska.
[ HUM ]: sender begins to hum soothingly while spooning with the receiver.
so far, it had been a bad day for blamore, and not just an ordinary one. a spectacularly bad one. as with almost all creatures, he feared fire. it was something that both had the capability of completely destroying the flora growing within him and causing damage to his skin after all. blamore was still partially human, though it sometimes didn't feel like it was. and to say that he was grossly unprepared for the audience that he had waiting for him at the site where he planned to give out yet another one of his seeds today? it wouldn't be an exaggeration, unfortunately, and this was all because of the element. of fire. which, was something that it was trying not to beat itself over right now, but that seemed to be something that was hard whenever it was both angry and in pain.
his rage consumed him to the point where blamore didn't even remember that he'd invited eliza over that day whenever he finally managed to get back to his garden. and so, you can imagine it's surprise whenever it came face-to-face with the redhead, after aggressively pushing some glasses onto the floor that were in it's kitchen and put a hole in the cupboard after kicking it multiple times to try to 'let off some steam.' in addition to distracting itself from the pain radiating from its back. blamore's eyebrows completely hiked all the way up as they made eye contact, then, ragged breaths coming out of it's mouth, ❝ eliza, what are you — ❞ that's when he caught the sight of all of the broken glass in the mirror nearby through his peripheral vision. blamore suddenly felt all of the blood rush to its head, and all of his anger fizzled into nothing because it had done that in front of elizabeth.
he didn't know why eliza wanted to stay after that. maybe it was because they had made such a mess out of it's back, she took pity on blamore. elizabeth seemed to want to comfort him now what with how he felt all he could do was cry while he said he was sorry and that he hoped he hadn't scared her; the pain meds he'd swallowed taking their sweet time to go into affect being a factor as to why he was crying as well. now they were up in it's hammock and eliza was spooning him. blamore's sniffles and occasional sobs were the only sounds filling the air for a time, it seemed, but then eliza began humming. his lip quivered for a moment as he listened to her, ❝ aha, you are insane for staying here, you know that? but all the same... i don't want you to leave. it hurts, it hurts a lot. and i'm so sorry i did that in front of you. ❞
"I'm sorry I never asked."
For more context, look in the read more (cw: severe burn trauma, eye trauma, and scars)
This is based around a concept for c!tubbo's design that I had thought about, specifically how his scars would look:
whumpee not realising a clothing iron is on when they reach over it to get something off the shelf... and burning a harsh red line into their stomach. caretaker, of course, freaks out and presses ice to the wound but whumpee downplays the severity of the burn, insisting it's okay even when it stings against cool air.
Art Fight 2023 Part 3
For ethans_cookies
For Tovleon
For JaxieRei
For PumpkinCatCarnival
New references
Bonuses:
Howard in his mutation version, Tinj in a work suit (sexy) and again IceCream in beige clothes. And also the patches on Kim's right pant leg.
Roma's pins collection. More precisely, beltpins. The first six are the ones he has as a reference. It is possible that this is not a complete collection.
Winter Byron
I love Him.
And I haven’t decided yet whether there will be snow in His city.
🎄 Merry Christmas 🎁, I think.
2023 summary
In addition, this year I:
Created my first (perhaps only) concept album.
Got acquainted with the musical “The Phantom of the Opera”.
Experienced withdrawal after a course of antidepressants (against which I deleted BRev and my old account).
Created by Cleavers Cult.
Took part in Art Fight for the first time.
Traveled to the neighboring oblast.
Started learning Spanish.
Was given a all-in-one computer.
Returned to communicating with an old friend.
Saw the aurora.
Wonderful things. Except, of course, for withdrawal, but without it there would be no Cleavers Cult.
Nosebleed
If I got paid for every cute-looking character who wears a white uniform, gets nosebleeds, and does bad things, then… well, you get the idea.
For @clover-color (also for @onsennnnn and @kgmilgramau)
Red version:
Idea:
And now a little discussion about Cleavers Cult (and little bit about Penny):
Tinj looks quite nice here, as if he is not bothered by this problem. In fact, he gets really worried and feels awkward every time this happens.
For example, this sketch where he almost cries (in fact, this was not planned, but Roma had the same expression on his face when he was just trying not to cry)
Does this mean Tinj is just trying to calm Penny down when she finds herself in a similar situation? Or does he really think everything is fine? Is he doing good, or is it disgusting of him?
Also, I noticed that this is the second piece of art where I've drawn Penny interacting with a member of the Cleavers Cult. Not just with a character from my universe, but with a member of this very community.
The first time she met Byron (arts by @/juststupid882 and his Kindergarten 3 AU), and a small spoiler: in the future collection of crossover art, she will also be with one of the five main characters.
So I wondered: Could Penny be a member of Cleavers Cult? Considering how much bad she's been through, Byron could see dark souls around her and would want to help her. But he wouldn’t let her into his headquarters, because children shouldn’t be there. I would look at this.
Repost some of the old arts that I think is good
Since you need a lot of tags, tws will be among the first
Back in December, I set a goal: to draw Byron at least once a month.
I didn't have any ideas, but later I decided to time the art to coincide with Cosmonautics Day. So here's Byron in a makeshift black spacesuit.
Ideally, He should have the flag of the United States, where He lives, on His shoulder. However, I made a different flag and these colors symbolize Raven and Zephyr from the last post. It is ironic that the colors of this flag are similar to the Russian flag, where Cosmonautics Day is celebrated. But that's just a coincidence.
And I also wanted to draw Byron in big clothes.
Day 12 Burns
Trust me. Love me. Shoot me.
Atsumu Miya x female reader
Summary: Atsumu finds himself with a young woman who is more that what she seems.
A/n: I had zero motivation to day to write this but please enjoy!? As always, please don’t repost! To support me please like or reblog. Also!! Send me a request if you want to be added to the tags list for this series!
Y/n= your name
L/n= Your last name
Y/h/c= your hair colour
Y/e/c= your eye colour
Warning: extremely unedited, mentioned blood, mentioned fire, burning, medical stuff, needles
Previous//Next
Atsumu woke up with the warm morning sun spilling through the window, and the fresh morning air cascaded through the open window. There was no pain in his body and his head was light. His head was lying on a soft, plush pillow and the silk sheets were smooth against his skin. Everything was fine.
Well almost fine. The only problem was that he didn’t own any silk sheets. He had scratchy cotton ones. In alarm, Atsumu sat up straight and looked around the somewhat familiar room. He was is a room with lightly coloured walls and a few plants which hung from the ceiling. Beside the door was a body length mirror with two coat hooks beside it. Next to where he sat was a beige bedside table with two drawers and a single daisy in a small glass jar and 2 doors which he guessed led to the closet. Directly across from him was a desk with a small stack of books, a spiral bounded notebook, and a few pens, along with a girl, L/n. She had her nose in a book. Her eyes following the line she was reading. Her face was relaxed, but scrunched in displeasure, or maybe anticipation, at the book in front of her. Her nimble fingers flipped the page. As she kept reading, her eyebrows scrunched and her mouth fell open in surprise, or maybe hatred or shock, at the new page. That was a beautiful expression that she wore.
Astumu didn’t want to admit it, but she was beautiful. Her face was doll-like, giving her the illusion of youth, but her eyes showed much more maturation and pain, but held kindness and love. Her lips looked soft and sweet, and were especially beautiful when she pulled her mouth into a wide smile. Her hair looked elegant however it fell around her face, or maybe she would look more breathtaking with her hair up. It beautifully framed her face, and made her y/e/c eyes stand out. L/n’s voice was also beautiful. It was melodic and sweet, but could also held the intensity of a thousand dagger. Her laugh would sound nice too. Maybe it would be a light chuckle. Or maybe a breathy laugh where she would crinkle her nose. Or if her laugh was a belly laugh full of life and happiness. That would be lovely. Astumu watched as her face contorted to many different emotions, surprise, hate, confusion. But it made him sad that her face was almost always neutral. Emotionless.
Suddenly, the door opened, and in walked the man with dark hair and metallic blue eyes. He was very tall and was decently built. His eyes scanned the room taking inventory of the situation. L/n looked up from her book and gave him a discreet nod.
“Hello L/n-san. Anything new?” He asked. His voice was smooth and empty. His eyes, and L/n’s shifted to Atsumu. He felt like a monkey in a zoo enclosure, with everyone watching him as he flung his feces at the wall. He watched as L/n and the dark haired man had a conversation though eye contact, head movements and face expressions. The “conversation” mainly consistent of L/n rolling her eyes and the man angrily raising his eyebrows.
“Well do you have a plan for that ?” L/n said finally, breaking the silence, but adding to the tension within the small room. At least Astumu knew that the mystery man’s wasn’t a potential danger.
“Well Y/n we need to take care of Miya-san first. For all we know you would have brought a wanted criminal into our house! How do you think the rest of us will react?” The man yell at her. L/n kept her face straight. No sign of any emotions covered her face and her eyes became more intense, almost like a tiger ready to kill.
“I am going to say it once. This is my house. I will decide when things happen and how things will happen. I decided to help someone who was dying on the street, and you don't get to judge my kindness. Not after what happened at the train station!" she stated with a calm icy tone, book long forgotten on the desk. The room was noticeably colder and Atsumu was feeling unsure of what was happening. The tall man stood, face unmoved, but behind his eyes showed something more. Something about the train station bugged him. He didn't speak or move, but his compliance was displayed through his eyes. He walked out wordlessly and shut the door behind him. Astumu was still in shock. Not sure if it was the situation in general, or maybe it was the amount of power L/n held.
“So how are you feeling, Miya-san?” She asked, breaking Atsumu from his thoughts. Her voice back to the sweet voice he remembered from the day before.
“Am fine, what just happened?” Her inquired curiously, hoping to get an answer. The mysterious man gave Atsumu many question, and not a single answer.
“Well Miya-san, I think you are forgetting our deal. You said you would tell me everything, and so far you haven’t. So if you could please tell me, then go ahead.” She replied in a teasing manner. Astumu tensed at her light hearted tone. The stark contrast between her light-hearted tone now and the cold tone from just minutes ago made his skin crawl. The eagerness was written on her face as she sat cross legged in the chair across from him.
“Well it’s complicated. Ya see, we were gonna ambush a rival yakuza. But they saw us comin’ and fought us back. A got hit a few times, then someone lit the building on fire. I ran out, then I ended up here.” He said, recalling the events of that night. He remembered the scent of blood, both his and the people around him, and the gasoline, and the horrid screams of people in the fire as their bodies burned. He was lucky that he got out. He wondered about his closest acquaintances, Kita, Suna, and Aran. But also his twin brother, Osumu. Damn how could this happen? If anything happened to them, then it would be his fault. All because of his recklessness. Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked at L/n who was in deep thought. Her forehead was crinkled and her eyes seemed to be seeing right through him.
After what could have been only five minutes, she got up quietly and walked towards the closet. Inside the closet was an artillery of medical supplies. Multiple boxes of gloves and masks, along with a small fridge that held many small bottles of drugs. There were also a crash cart with everything that could be sues in an emergency, a defibrillator, a breathing bag, a tracheotomy kit and tubes. There were also about 3 oxygen tanks with small carts. She rummaged around in the closet until she got out some bandages and a small suture kit with a pair of needle drivers and toothed forceps along with a few other tools Atsumu could not recognize. Then L/n grab a small vile of drug and a needle from another part of the closet. She walk towards Atsumu, tools in hand as he watched curiously. As she go to the bed side table, she injected the needle into the vile which Astumu could now read as “morphine” and carefully pulled back the piston until there was maybe 5 milligrams of morphine. She grabbed his left arm and injected it into his bicep. Then she grabbed his left leg and removed the bandages from his leg. At first, he was questioning his lack of pants, before he remembered the “incident”. As your hands nimbly unwrap the bandage, the stench from his leg escaped into the room, causing him to plug him nose, but L/n seemed unaffected as she unwrapped the bandages. Once the bandages were removed she walked to the small garbage can beside the foot of the bed, which he did not notice, which was already half full of bloody bandages and the sweatpants from earlier. L/n carefully inspected the neatly done stitches, making sure there was no sign of the wound reopening. Once she was sure there was no sign of reopening or infection, she rewrapped the leg in new clean bandages.
“Thank you for the information Miya-san, you will need to rest so your wounds don’t reopen or become worse. I will be back in a few hours so please don’t move and if you need anything please just scream.” She said curly before turning around and leaving before he could reply. Atsumu felt very confused, but he also felt drowsiness. “Maybe from the morphine” he thought before drifting off to sleep.
Sometime later, he woke up to hearing voices down the stairs. There were 3 male voices and L/n’s. They were murmuring urgently.
“L/n-san, we can’t let him stay here. It’s too dangerous. If they find us we will be killed. You know that.” Said the first voice, which sounded like the mystery man from earlier in the day.
“No Akaashi-san, it will be fine.” Replied another deeper voice. “I don’t see why not besides we could take care of anything that happens.”
“Why are you being kind to that lowly yakuza. It doesn’t fit your character.” Replied the first voice, which Atsumu now knew belonged to the mystery man, Akaashi.
“I am always this kind. Besides Akaashi, you are just overthinking it too much.” Said the deep voice again.
“Yeah ‘Kaashi, I agree with them” said another , “Even if they figure out that we were responsible for those incidents, they have no proof”.
“Exactly Akaashi-san,” you agreed, “And if he does anything, then I will take care of him”.
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Pleasure In Pain 🩸
A young and somewhat ignorant vampire is captured, tortured, and experimented on by sadistic humans who find joy in hurting and killing vampires. Cordova must find a way to escape Rojan and Lilith and get back home. That is, if home is any better. He might just find himself wanting a better life when an unexpected person comes along and shows him just how comfortable it can be.
[Currently rewriting and adjusting]
Contents: Defiant Whumpee, Vampire Whump, Sadistic/ Creepy Whumpers, Vague Revenge
⛔️Trigger warning: Gore, Torture, Violence, Captivity, Vivisection, Emotional/ Physical Torment⛔️
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Main arc
#1: Day 1 🔪
#2: Scrapbooking 📖
#3: The Duo
#4: Panic Attack ☀️
#5: Get Some Rest
#6: Hold Still 🩸
#7: Needle 💉
#8: Escape Attempt 🏃
#9: Hope is Fleeting
AU's
Forge Master
Art
Cordova
Rojan Silfur
Taglist:
@turn-the-tables-on-them