#CW: sickness mentions

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Multitudes Chapter Ten

In the Dark and Quiet...

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov/Steve Rogers

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> Nat can't do this by herself anymore, and she calls out for help from an unexpected source.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 1512

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (E) heartbreak, sickness mentions, self-harm, suicide attempt, mentions of past SA.

𝐀/𝐍 -> Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Please read the warnings, and proceed with caution. Check it out below, or on AO3 here!

The snazzy Black Widow divider comes from @/firefly-graphics and I love it <3 The Multitudes Universe one is our own!

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Silence.

Lunch was subdued. Clint tried to catch my eye with a grin as I entered behind Bruce, but I kept my gaze on the doctor’s heels, taking a free space at the end of the table.

I could feel the archer’s eyes on me imploringly, radiating hurt and uncertainty, but I kept my eyes on my plate.

Don’t you fucking dare.

I won’t.

I sat motionless until the team began to disperse, only Cap, Clint and I remaining at the table. Clint moved closer to me, and I winced.

Is your stomach still upset?

Nat?

Natasha, what’s happening?

Do you need me to kill someone for you?

The last of these was accompanied by a wry grin, but I didn’t react, unfocused gaze still locked on my empty plate.

You need to try and eat something, Honey. Anything. Please.

I swallowed around the lump in my painful throat, turning my face away as it crumpled, holding in my tears.

His hand brushed mine and I jerked away, shaking my head frantically, breath hitching in my chest.

“What did you say to her?”

I looked up into Steve’s eyes, full of uncertain anger as he bridled in my defence. Clint shook his head quickly, hands raised defensively.

“Nothing- I didn’t- I-I don’t know what’s happened. Nat, please, please, just talk to me. Whatever it is – whatever it said – we can get through it. Together, remember?”

Steadily, I turned my gaze to him, impassable emerald meeting desperate cerulean, and shook my head once, with a final, terminating surety.

His face dropped, pain flashing in his eyes. Cap squatted by my side, offering me a weak smile. “Do you wanna come with me, Nat? I don’t think Bruce will be too mad if you skip lunch just this once,” he added.

“She needs to eat!” Clint snapped, making me flinch away, and Steve folded his arms across his chest.

“I’m not going to force feed her. Are you?” When his question was met with only silence, he nodded. “If Bruce complains, send him to me. Nat, do you wanna come with me, or go with Clint? Or is there someone else you’d rather be with?”

I shook my head slowly, stumbling slightly on unsteady legs as I got to my feet, moving to stand by the War Hero’s side.

Cap’s room was streamlined, only the necessities filling the neutrally-decorated space. He gestured around himself with a shrug, surprisingly bashful.

“I don’t… Entertain much. Help yourself to anything you want to do,” he offered uncertainly, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ll probably just be reading, or something.”

I nodded once, moving to the sofa, dragging the blanket draped over the back around my shaking body as I curled up. Steve sighed, moving to sit by my feet. “Nat… We’re all worried about you.” When I simply stared into the distance, he reached out to pat my calf gently. “We’re all here for you. Is there anything I can get you? Water? A bucket?”

I shook my head, and he nodded slowly, rubbing my leg through the blanket. “Okay, honey. I’ll leave you to it. I’m here, though, if you want to talk.”

It took four hours for Steve to finally slip up.

He excused himself for the bathroom, and I moved quickly and silently, rooting through his possessions with calm precision.

Faster. You don’t know how long you have.

I nodded obligingly, riffling through kitchen drawers, and pausing when I found what I was looking for.

The toilet flushed in the distance, and I winced, stuffing the blade into my cast, and catching the skin beneath in my haste.

By the time Steve returned, I was back under my blanket, praying my light-footedness had been enough that his advanced senses didn’t hear me. But he barely glanced my way, only offering me a reassuring smile as he slid back into his spot at the end of the sofa, book back in hand before my breathing had fully settled.

Good girl.

Dinner.

The knife dug into my skin reassuringly, keeping my breathing under control as the eyes of the team settled on me and my empty plate. “She didn’t have lunch, either,” Clint murmured to Bruce, the doctor nodding beside him.

“Let her have today, Clint. She’s unwell.”

My partner blinked in shock, one eyebrow cocked. “That didn’t stop you from dragging her down to your lab this morning? What changed?” Bruce only shook his head, and Clint huffed, turning his furious gaze to Steve, sat opposite me. “What about you? Do you know what’s going on?” When Steve simply shrugged, Clint ran a hand through his hair in desperation, pushing himself to his feet. “Why won’t anyone tell me what the fuck is happening?”

“Clint-” Bruce began, placing a soothing hand on the archer’s arm, but he shook it off fiercely.

“Unless your next words are an explanation, don’t start,” he growled, aquamarine eyes flicking from anger to fear as they met mine. “Nat… You made me a promise. We had a deal.”

I winced, looking down in shame.

Tell him that you can’t forgive him. That fucking him was the biggest mistake of your life. That you can’t forget what he did to you.

I… I can’t do that. I can’t.

You’d do best to obey me, you disgusting creature. We’ve learned what happens when you don’t – and that was only the tip of the iceberg. Obey, or I will ruin you.

I pushed myself to my feet hesitantly, inclining my head away from the table. Clint moved around quickly, following my staccato footsteps from the room, fingers twitching anxiously as I closed the doors behind us.

“Nat, what the hell is going on?”

“You have to stop, Clint,” I murmured, still facing the doors, unable to look at him as I broke his heart. “You… You have to stop.”

“Nat-”

“Please, Clint. I… I can’t do this. We can’t do this. Last night… It was a mistake. I can’t… I can’t do it again. Please.” I swallowed firmly, fighting against the sobs threatening to break me. “Please, just understand. Just… Leave me alone.”

“Natasha, look me in the goddamn eyes.” I turned hesitantly, breath hitching at the sight of the tears flowing freely down his cheeks. “Why are you doing this? Is it… It?” His gaze flicked briefly to my forehead, wincing. “I can’t imagine how hard it must be, but-”

“It’s nothing to do with that,” I whispered, hands balling into fists by my side. “I can’t… I can’t. I couldn’t come back to bed with you, not because I was sick, but because my skin was burning at the memories. I don’t have the goddamn flu, Clint. I have trauma. I thought I remembered, but your hands on me… I remembered everything. I remembered how you fucking hurt me, and now I can’t even look at you.”

Good girl.

I couldn’t help myself – I met his eyes, taking in the pure devastation I found there, tucking it deeply into my soul.

I don’t want to be part of any of this. Please. Please… Just do it for me.

Everything grew distant and faded immediately, as though I was viewing everything through a tunnel. I felt my mouth move, venomous words falling easy and harsh, but I couldn’t hear what I was saying – what we were saying. I could only watch helplessly as Clint’s face crumpled, tracking the exact moment his heart broke.

And then we were gone – running – a klaxon sounding a heartbeat later, lights flashing, heart pounding – before everything faded to black.

I came to in the parking lot, squeezed underneath Tony’s beloved R-8. The knife was in our hand, pressed to the crook of our elbow above the cast, the serrated edge digging in hard enough to bring beads of blood bubbling to the surface.

I can’t do this for you, The Voice soothed, wrapping itself around me comfortingly. But I will always be here. We will always be a part of one another.

If you can’t be good enough to go home, you don’t deserve to live.

If I can’t be good enough to go home, I don’t deserve to live.

I watched as our hand moved, the teeth of the blade catching and tearing. Only once was there any hesitation, eliciting a small line of blood.

The second was stronger, deeper, a spurt of blood confirming my target, layers of flesh and fat separating on command.

Our grip grew weak instantly, but we fought to grip the blade in our other hand, pressing it to the opposite brachial artery.

“Thanks, Bruce. I needed the biology refresher,” I whispered humourlessly, before jerking the blade with a hiss, crimson blood arcing in a brutal display of final beauty.

We lay under that car, hidden and at peace, oblivious to the chaos around us, Friday’s melodic voice reporting on our biofeedback.

The last thing we heard, permeating through the darkness, bringing a smile to my fading face, was Clint calling my name from the wrong end of the room.

[loudclan-clangen]

Loudclan - Moon 32:

Fall sweeps unusually harsh over the clan as temperatures drop by the day. Families and friends curl together to fight the biting morning frost. Axeldawn, Juneaucliff, and Cavedew recover from being poisoned while Weed remains under the weather, insisting that the only medicine she needs is quality time with her boys.

At Weed's age, she was bound to begin falling apart at some point. The poisoning only sped it up. She swears the other healers to secrecy, though they disagree with the idea. Her boys don't need anything else to worry about. Not for now, at least.

[Folks... I am so sorry for what is about to happen on Moon 33.]

First Moon

[drgnflyteabox]

18+ mdni soap x reader // dubcon/noncon, rough oral (f), misuse of teeth (unless?😛) + biting

Like it or not if Soap is eating you out he's gonna put his teeth on you to make you squeal... yeah. Like it or not he's gonna put your swollen little clit in between his teeth and bite you - not to hard, not enough to really damage you, but enough to feel it

And he's counting on the fact that you can't buck, you can't jerk around, not with him attached to you in such a delicate place by the teeth. Not when he sucks so delicately afterwards and says sorry, hen, just got carried away.

You're shocked, and a 'no' is building up in you but you can't quite get it out, not when you're getting flip flopped between the sharp, painful pleasure of his bite and the heat of him going back to eating you out like normal

Just keep still, will ye?

[screebyy]

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Two parts left! sorry to end on a lil cliffhanger of sorts. also sorry i'm going to continue to be very mean to jolyon. also also sorry i will not be finishing this before tfs launches lol 🥲

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Panel 1: Wide shot of Crow and Jolyon sitting on a rock on the summit of a mountain, looking down at the dreaming city below. The sun is starting to rise over distant mountains, and the dreaming city is covered in taken essence, with black taken orbs hanging all around it. Jolyon is leaning forward with his arms crossed and his elbows resting on his knees, while Crow is leaning back on his hands. Jolyon: “Thanks for doing this with me.” Crow: “Of course. It’s been… really nice, catching up.” Jolyon: “Yeah…

Panel 2: Close up of Jolyon’s hand from the side. He is curling it into a tense fist where it’s resting on his bicep. Jolyon: “... Can I ask…”

Panel 3: Close up of Jolyon’s face in profile. He is staring straight ahead with a pained expression on his face as he speaks. Jolyon: “Why now?”

Panel 4: Side view of Crow as he turns to look at Jolyon. He has a curious expression on his face. Jolyon (offscreen): “A few years ago… I heard about what happened, with Savathun. That you had remembered your past life.”

Panel 5: Side view of Jolyon. He is turning away from the Crow, and his expression is not visible. Jolyon: “When you didn’t reach out… I guess I just assumed you hadn’t remembered me.”

Panel 6: Side view as Crow looks at Jolyon with a mournful expression. Crow: “I…”

Panel 7: Crow turns forward again, looking down at the ground with a sad expression. Crow: “I’m not sure I did, at first.” Panel 8: Flashback of the Radiant Accipiter, idling in empty space. Crow is visible through the windshield of the ship, he is hunched over in the pilot’s chair with his head in his hands while glint floats beside him. Crow (Present day): “He was so far gone at the end - whenever I tried to think about his life, it was like a bomb going off inside my brain.”

Panel 9: Close up of Crow looking down past the camera. He is clutching his face with both hands, one hand is tearing desperately at his hair while the other is covering his cheek, nose and mouth. He has a horrified, distant expression on his face, and a tear is running down his cheek. In the background, a cracked surface shows many scenes from Uldren’s rampage. One fragment shows a close up of Uldren’s eyes as he turns towards the viewer with a hateful expression. Black rivulets of corruption are flowing from his eyes like tears, and the sclera of his corrupted eyes are black and seeping into the iris. Another fragment shows several dead corsairs lying on a stone floor in pools of blood. Another fragment shows a close-up of Cayde-6’s face, staring up at the viewer defiantly. His face plates have been badly damaged. The final fragment shows a close up of Uldren’s hand holding the Ace of Spades hand cannon, with smoke coming out of the barrel. Crow (Present day): “Nothing made sense, all I could feel was… what he felt. The things he did…”

Panel 10: A wide shot of Crow lying in bed, bundled up in his blanket. The room is dark, and a window is open, with bright sunlight shining in through the curtains. Crow (Present day): “But eventually…”

Panel 11: A close up of Crow holding Glint with one hand. Glint’s eye is closed, and he is humming gently. Crow (Present day): “I was able to start picking up the pieces.” Panel 12: Closer shot of Crow lying in bed. He is clutching Glint against his chest with one hand, rubbing his shell gently. With his other hand, he is holding a golden ring on a chain. He is staring blankly at the ring with a sad, tired expression. Crow (Present day): “To put together who he had been before.” Panels 13, 14, 15, and 16: A sequence of fuzzy, incomplete memories. The first is a shot of Jolyon in his uniform, from his waist to his chin. Most of his face is not visible, but he seems to be scowling. He is partially obscured by a misty, dark blue background. The second memory is a shot of Uldren lying back in green grass on a sunny day, eating raspberries. He is looking to his right, at someone just offscreen. He is laughing lightly, and looks peaceful as he holds a raspberry up to his mouth. The third memory is a shot of Jolyon’s dark blue Supremacy rifle leaning against a wall, next to where his green cloak is hanging. The fourth memory is a partial shot of Uldren resting on his hands and knees above Jolyon, who is not visible. Uldren is shirtless, and a golden ring is hanging from a chain around his neck. Jolyon’s hand is reaching into frame, holding the ring in his palm where it hangs. Uldren is smiling down at him warmly. Crow (Present day): “You were… A puzzle that took me a long time to figure out. A face I couldn’t quite name, a feeling I couldn’t quite place.”

Panel 17, 18, and 19: Another sequence of memories, which are more clear than before. The first panel is a head-on shot of Uldren, staring up past the viewer with a confused, strained expression. The scleras of his eyes are black, and the corruption is starting to seep out of them. The second panel is a head-on view of Jolyon, staring down at Uldren with an intense, searching expression. The third panel is of Uldren, who is looking away to scratch at his right eye with the heel of his hand. His hands are cuffed together at the wrist, and he looks frustrated, and distracted. Crow (Present day): “When it finally came together, And I realized how terrible he had been to you… I was too ashamed.” Panel 20: In the present day, Crow is leaning forward, and staring distantly down at the ground, while Jolyon watches him talk. Crow: “To let himself fade away like that, to forget you, while you were standing right in front of him…”

Panel 21: Close up of Jolyon as he looks away, and stares sadly into the distance. His brow is furrowed and he looks conflicted and tired. Crow (offscreen): “I didn’t think I could face you, after that. I didn’t think you’d want me to.” Jolyon: “...”

Panel 22: front view of Crow and Jolyon sitting side by side. Crow is leaning forward heavily, looking down at the ground with a grim, slightly frustrated expression. Jolyon is turning slightly towards Crow, though he is not looking directly at him and is expression is sad and distant. Jolyon: “What changed your mind?”

Panel 23: Close up of Jolyon’s face. He looks slightly surprised and is looking directly at Crow, offscreen. Crow (offscreen): Petra.

Panel 24: Shot of Crow as he hunches away from Jolyon, rubbing his right arm self-consciously. He is glancing out of the corner of his eyes back at Jolyon with an uncertain, guilty expression. Crow: “Last week, hunting Riven’s eggs took us… Somewhere that reminded me of you.”

Panel 25:  Close up of Jolyon as he watches Crow out of the corner of his eyes. His brow is slightly furrowed, and he looks uncertain.

Crow (offscreen): “After we got back, I asked Petra how you had been, and…”

Panel 26: Close up of Crow. He is smiling lightly, staring down at the ground with a distant, soft expression and blushing faintly. Crow: “She talked some sense into me. Reminded me that I shouldn’t just assume you were better off never knowing me. That I at least owed you the chance to make that decision for yourself.”

Panel 27: front view of Crow and Jolyon sitting side by side. Crow is turning back towards Jolyon with a soft smile. Jolyon is also looking at Crow, smiling faintly. Crow: “I guess… some things haven’t really changed, right?” Jolyon: “Ha.”

Panel 28: Close up of Jolyon’s face from the side. He is staring straight ahead again, smiling faintly. Jolyon: “Right…”

Panel 29:  Jolyon looks slightly down, his smile has fallen and his brow has furrowed as his expression grows distant. Dark, scratchy marks are bleeding into the edge of the panel, fading out the edges. Jolyon: “...”

Panel 30: extreme close up of Jolyon’s eye, squeezed shut. Dark scratchy marks surround the panel, creating a chaotic background and bleeding into the panel. Voice offscreen: “Jolyon…”

Panel 31: A younger version of Jolyon turns towards the camera from the side, with a confused expression. His hair is pulled back into a bun, and he is wearing a light green sweatshirt. The background is faded purples and blues, and Jolyon is outlined in surreal surreal shades of pink and purple. The panel is outlined by dark scratch marks, spiky thorns, and black flowers outlined in vibrant shades of pink, purple, and green. The text bubbles appear to be glitching out, with scratchy fragments coming out of them. Voice offscreen: “Why’d you do it?” Jolyon: “What?”

Panel 32: Shot of Uldren sitting on a rock, from behind. He is leaning forward, resting his hands on his knees, and staring down at the ground. His hair is falling over his face, and his expression is not visible. The surreal lighting continues in this panel, and Uldren is outlined in pinks and purples with the panel being surrounded by dark scratch marks, spiky thorns, and black flowers outlined in bright colors. Uldren: “Why did you come with us, Jol?”

[bamsara]

Hey just curious regarding your anemia.do you usually have caffeine with your meals or before your meals?

i usually sip caffeine all day little by little, as in the same cup getting reheated and then snack in mid-morn and then an actaul meal in evening usually

[meerphanim]

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And the day we became one.

[supernova351]

C/W for SA and spoilers for Trigun Maximum

I finally can verbalize my thoughts on why the Angel arm situation is so fucked up even if you don’t look at it through a lens of it being sexual assault. Knives completely disregards the autonomy of anyone hes In contact with. Even the dependent plants, who he sees as his sisters. But Vash-his own fucking brother who he claims to love- is not afforded any autonomy. Because when it comes down to it knives doesn’t care. The Angel arm incident is to directly show how powerless Vash is. That Vash isn’t even allowed control over his own powers, but Knives is. Knives violates Vash’s bodily autonomy and makes him go against his principles (which at the time are the only things he’s living for!!) as a show of power. A “look at this, your ideals mean nothing because you’re too weak to uphold them.”

I think this along with the very obvious metaphors for SA is what makes this scene so gut wrenching. It’s Vash trying to hang on to his personhood, and this is one of the very few times we see him do it. Vash barely ever actively fights to protect himself, he mainly just dodges and runs. Except for his fights with Knives and a couple of the Gung-ho-Guns. Vash is actively fighting and being overpowered and that’s why it’s so disturbing

[lilybug-02]

Sorry to bring this up, but you used to draw with a guy under the name GameTheSoldier right? Have you seen what he recently posted?

Yes. For starters, I want to reiterate that anyone reading this post NEEDS TO BLOCK HIM. He is an online predator and emotional manipulator.

Trigger Warning Below: (Mentions of manipulation, predatory behavior, grooming, and pornography)

Me and 2 of my close tumblr friends would draw with him constantly on magma.io (all of 2022). He had strange tendencies of guilting us into drawing late into the night and emotionally breaking our characters. February of last year both of my friends came out and told me that he had been talking and drawing with them more privately. He had asked and guilted them into drawing pornography and extremely violent artworks of his and their characters. Both were underage.

I can tell you that what he has "admitted" in his most recent post is not even close to what he actually did.

Gamethesoldier, as a 22+ year old man, targeted MULTIPLE minors online, heavily MANIPULATED them, started long and serious relationships with them, and MANY more disgusting acts with pornography and gore. I went to the police last year, but was unable to get him arrested as he and his victims were in different countries and I myself was not one of his victims.

What he has done is unacceptable, despicable, and criminally illegal. One of my friends was heavily impacted by his actions and is still clearly shaken by what happened. They are at no fault for any of what he did.

For respect to my friends, I kept this quiet, deleting all of my art with him. But recently I saw he was with another magma.io group and... I could NOT let that stand. He does not deserve pity or empathy. He is a criminal and one who has manipulated minors to a horrifying degree.

I apologize for the extreme degree of this post. But I wanted to make it clear, he is not a good person.

[cillagrant]

real

[mingot-studios]

i really feel like internet culture has really regressed when it comes to male victims of abuse in media

[loudclan-clangen]

Can we send asks to the cats? If so

Jaggedtail, why did you say that about Rosehipkit? That's a cynical way to think, that she just won't get better. Don't you have any faith in Wildfirecry?

Oops sad again. Anyway…

Don’t worry he got got. Wildfirecry was not gonna let that slide.

[sharp-silver4795]

EJ is a cat, istg

Important Information: these are head canons about how cat-like EJ is, impersonal “you” form is used.

Warnings: mentions of sickness (no clue how I got there), v0m1t, d34th/mourning, po15on, ven0m, respiratory obstructions, c4nc3r and other IRL issues/diseases are briefly mentioned.

He purrs. HE. PURRS.

He loves being pet. Specifically some good scritches

Scritch his head, behind his ears, or even his chin.

Depending on how much he likes what’s going on, you can feel it in his back, chest, neck, or all three.

Wiggle Wiggle

The demon has a lot of “soft spots” that make his whole body vibrate with how happy it makes him.

When he rests on top of you and you rub that spot just below his ribs he’s practically wiggling around- Do. NOT. Stop!!

He thumps his foot or headbutts when he’s excited. He’ll even try to headbutt the air.

Unsolicited Licking

If you’re sitting calmly together, and he feels safe, you’re going to be licked.

Specifically near your wrists and forearms.

He does it out of love, and showing you that he feels safe, so he proves that you are safe. He’s not biting you, right?

*Bap*

He’s a playful motherfucker when he wants to be.

Granted, it’s not a full on *bap*, it’s really just ‘Bitch! Gimme pets. You have no choice.’

Warning Signs: How NOT to die

If his tail is moving a lot, run. He has barbs that extend when he’s threatened. It’s more of a last resort, if one comes off he’ll be bleeding for a long while, but he will break one off under your skin if it feels necessary.

He can “purr” when he’s sad. When he stretches out his neck and flings his head back a bit (I hope this makes sense) almost like he’s reaching for something but just with his head, he makes small noises/vibrations in his throat. He’s lonely, sad, stressed, anything like that.

He’s sleeping in the open. Bitch, no he isn’t. At his core, he’s a great hunter. Even in the animal kingdom, it isn’t uncommon for predators to make themselves look harmless. The second you get close enough, you’re dead.

Warning Signs: He’s Sick

The “cat stretch” means he’s either starving or about to puke. Usually the latter.

White flakes on his skin is a common, semi-deadly, disease for the Rose Demons. It’s called Skaal (scale). Make sure he doesn’t open his mouth and that he doesn’t touch it. It will go away on its own if he leaves it alone.

Despite how it looks, if he’s rubbing his face on the floor, it means there’s probably something stuck- either in his eye sockets, his throat, side vents, anything. Do. Not. Approach. You will end up in the obituaries tomorrow.

If there’s a white goop coming out of his mouth and he’s gagging, give him the Heimlich ASAP! If you leave him he’s gonna blow up his organs- literally, he probably forgot to breathe and now has too much hydrogen bouncing around his body.

It’s not as bad as you think

White foam from his mouth is NOT rabies. He can’t get rabies. However, he CAN overeat and get himself sick. Being the prideful dumbass he is- he doesn’t wanna puke, even if he knows it’s best if he does and that if he refuses to he’s gonna make it worse on himself later. If there’s white shit coming out of his mouth, yank him to the nearest bathroom and lock him in there his claws are too big for most push-locks. It’s better that way.

If he looks like he’s twitching and he seems pale, get the fuck out! Let Liu handle him!! 🔞

He has random mounds on his back when he’s hungry. He doesn’t get cysts or cancer, so he’s just hungry. Back away or get eaten.

If it looks like he has a snake in his abdomen, like something is moving in there, let Liu handle him. 🔞

If he looks really pale, and his liquid keeps coming out of his sockets and his mouth, he isn’t sick. He’s mourning. It could be a lot of things, but just let him cope for a while.

Divider Creds: Sister-Lucifer

Header Creds: MEEE!!

[thesewingmachine]

did you know that people can vomit hard/frequently enough that it can burst the blood vessels in their face and result in bruising?

[not-communist-usa]

can we have a moment of silence for the >2000 lives we lost to suicide within the past 24 hours?

[habibisagi]

the oliver pet play fic i started ages ago and never finished……..the start of it / intro was kind of bananas in writing ngl

[skinny-angel00]

How do i stop myself from b1nging ? I really wanna be skinny cs wtf.