#TW violence

[kathaynesart]

And here we go. For the full experience I would recommend reading while listening to THIS SONG. It inspired a vast majority of the scene as well as the timing, though I fear you'd have to read pretty fast to get to the ending at the same time as the song ends, so uh... good luck! Trigger warnings below:

The Day the Sky Bled Red

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Whew. I'm so glad to finally be done with these big updates. After over a year I will finally be able to return to my smaller update format.

Some keen viewers might notice the reuse of certain shots from the series. There is very much intentional, though the reason for this will not be made clear until the ending of the arc.

As of the final shot we are FINALLY back to present-day in the Replica timeline (if it wasn't obvious). I'd drop in a timeline for reference but uh... I maxed out on the Tumblr images. Oh well. Hopefully the context clues were enough to help though!

I do want to take a moment to TED Talk about Raph's ninpo, if that's alright. Unlike his brothers, Raph didn't really spend much time trying to come up with unique ways of using his abilities. Why improve what already worked for him? However, I do think one interesting ability could have come naturally to him over time. I always found his way of mentally connecting with his brothers as "Mind Raph" to be a fascinating joke in the series. They way he could help and communicate with his brothers is something that was always really important to him and I see that ability bleeding into his ninpo. Because of this I feel that his Raph clones were always able to find and reach his brothers no matter the distance. His ability to interact with them at the same time was something he was still learning in the series, like when Mind Raph apologized to Leo for taking a moment too long to respond because he was busy helping someone else. Because of this I see his clones being able to react and communicate independently (kind of like Naruto clones), but are in constant connection to the original source, Raph himself. This made it really easy for Raph to relay information to the brothers, though it was seldom needed since Donnie's ninpo tech normally had that covered. On another note, I also wanted to make a point that whenever one of the brothers died in the bad future timeline, it was when they were separated from their brothers. I always liked in the movie how it wasn't until the brothers worked together that they were able to regain their abilities, confront the Krang, and even open portals to different dimensions. I wanted that lesson to resonate in Replica as well, even if subtly. Anyways, thanks for coming to my TED Talk!

The rest of the arc will be a lot less action, but still plenty more emotions. I can't promise that we won't be doing more flashbacks in the future but nothing to the extent of the "Holiday Special." We got a story to get through after all!

Thank you so much everyone for your patience with me as I slowly inch my way through this big story. It means a lot to me! I promise the next update will not be so emotionally draining.

[angstandhappiness]

LMAO KITTY WHAT 🤣

TW: VIOLENCE

and then they f*cked.

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[ruthtearna]

I will return to my hiatus after this post, but I felt the need to pay respects to Sam Nordquist, a trans man of color, and unfortunately, the recent victim of a hate crime in New York, in which he was subjected to all kinds of torture for two months.

Sam's mother described him, saying he was “very kind, loved his family, loved his nieces and nephew, very outgoing, worked hard.” She also said he was the type of person to "give you the shirt off his back. "

I will not be mentioning the perpetrators' names. May they be brought to justice and forgotten forever. Disgusting wastes of oxygen.

Sam Nordquist, 24 years old, far too young. Rest in power. May the world be kinder to you next time if "next time" exists. May you never be forgotten and may your family heal from the horrible events.

Sam’s vigil will be on Monday, February 17, at 6pm. The vigil will be held at Wood Library, 134 N Main St. Canandaigua, NY 14424.

I urge that you donate to his families gofundme campaign if you can.

I also urge you to call or write to your sensators and representatives. Events like these are the results of the current culture war and propaganda against trans people and people of color. The creators of all of those articles, videos, books, and laws that have been used to spread transphobia and racism. They are at fault aswell.

May we all one day live in a kinder world.

[multiverse-peterbparker]

Mission Report

February 14, 2025

12:40 pm

New York City; Times Square

This is an open roleplay! Please feel free to join in and tag whoever you want! I need more friends :,)

It was a calm day. Valentine’s Day was supposed to be just that. A calm day, a happy day. Reds and pinks, whites and pastels. Pretty flowers, women in dresses, girls with their gal pals. So what was it? Something in the air was just… off. Way off.

Maybe it was the kid in a worn out MIT hoodie, face hidden from view, tactical gear hidden under his clothes. Peter Parker (@multiverse-peterbparker) was the kid.

Maybe it was the sniper sitting on the roof— a girl waiting to strike (@imjustagirlyourhonor). Her hair flowing down her shoulders, the usual emotion in her eyes gone.

Perhaps it was a child (@official-cjbarnes) who was alone in a crowd. Not with a father, not with a mother. Just a child with a metal arm peaking out from under his hood— the child who had a gun peaking out from his pocket.

Or maybe it was the oddity (project-Gaia-Hydra) standing out, baring an animal mask on their face. Standing silent, dead silent, watching passerby’s.

It could’ve been the fact that a shield agent (@agent-of-shield-s) and the security of stark industries (@official-happyhogan) were standing with Eddie Brock (@officialeddiebrock). They were in the shadows, watching the streets— particularly the people mentioned above.

There was a chance it was the man with six arms (@the-hydra-hybrid) standing with a former hydra handler (@doctor-mindweaver) as they waited for the orders to strike and incapacitate those under control.

Maybe it was the two assets (@project-subzero and @captainzenith) standing quietly. One with a shield that belonged to Captain America- the other just standing beside them. Or the one standing just a few feet away (@om3ga-9) and waiting to provide assistance if needed.

It was, of course, most definitely the two handlers hiding from view though. (@doctoradamyan and @nikolaos-th0rn3)

That’s when the chaos broke out. Screaming sounded, gunshots broke out.

Peter was now attacking people, using his webs for… well, bad. Symphony was hitting people from above with her rifle. Callum was attacking people with his father’s gun, not exactly using it but hitting them over the head with it. Meanwhile project GAIA was locked in a battle with Yuki and Captain Zenith had taken off towards the two HYDRA handlers.

Happy was ducked behind a car, trying to get an eye on the sniper while Eddie— venom— was scaling buildings and attacking various other HYDRA operatives. Oliver Winslow was trying to hack into any systems he could to turn them into the good side. Viren and Viktor were scrambling to find the handlers as well, but they were also trying to keep CJ safe while trying to incapacitate him.

Thanatos had just disappeared altogether. He was in the shadows.

// Here’s a few situations to join in on! Enjoy!

@twoarrsandonesea @thatone-spidey @cypherlune @thatone-midgardian @god-of-mischief-mcu @th3blackcatt @we-love-redwing @anonymous-existences

[chococustard]

alhaitham angst requested by anon fo hkvthm_action what better way to destroy this man than taking away the person he calls home sorry kaveh

[og-aaaaaaaaaa]

Still no, and it's not.

*Enter Oizys, coated in blood and holding a box of chocolates*

Hey princess, I'm home

@og-aaaaaaaaaa

*theres a few half-assed decorations around the place and even more untouched in a box, a few poorly wrapped gifts still next to their wrapping paper tubes and tape dispensers neglected on the couch, and aeolus sobbing while rocking the wailing baby at the kitchen counter, their hair’s partially straightened and they tossed on one of their old party dresses that only fits enough to zip up half way*

[ivystoryweaver]

Perfect Fit Volume 3 (with poll)

Read Volume 2 || Perfect Fit Masterlist

Pairing: Nathan Bateman from Ex Machina x f!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Will the real human please stand up

Content: MDNI, NSFW, you are responsible for your reading. (more below the cut) Nathan Bateman should be warning enough

Content/Warnings: not beta'd, violence, tw self-harm, blood, angst, sci-fi horror elements, gaslighting, language, soft Nathan

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PREVIOUSLY on "Perfect Fit"

"It's okay, sweetheart. Look..." Nate reaches for the knife embedded in Nathan's stomach. Instead of yanking it out, he cuts deeper, dragging the knife across his abdomen, all while you scream for him to stop.

A wave of nausea roils throughout your body as he peels back a bloody layer of skin to reveal...machinery.

In fact, past the initial layer of skin, there's not much blood at all.

Your vision blurs and the world goes black.

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You come to in Nathan's bed. Haunting gray light filters in through the skylight, the rhythmic patter of rain soothing you, even as thunder rumbles in the distance.

Rubbing your bleary eyes, you swallow thickly, parched with thirst. Pushing off the bed, you try to steady yourself before glancing around to make sure you're alone. Of course, with video cameras everywhere, you're never truly alone.

You tiptoe to the kitchen for a glass of water, hoping to clear your head so you can think.

"Feeling better?" Nathan...or someone in the shape of Nathan voices from right behind you.

Shrieking in surprise, the glass slips from your hand, shattering on the kitchen floor. Backing away slowly, you flinch when Nathan reaches for your elbows to steady you.

"Careful, babydoll, don't step on that."

"Don't touch me," you hiss, barely dodging the glass as you jerk away from him and put some distance between the two of you.

His hands shoot up in a surrendering pose. "I'm not gonna hurt you, sweetheart. You know this."

"I don't know," you whisper, your previous horror returning full force. "I don't even know who you are!"

Calling your name, he sidesteps the glass and reaches for you once more.

"Please...just let me go home," you plead. "I don't want to do this anymore."

He stops then, adjusting his glasses which have slipped down to the end of his nose before his hands land on his hips. "Home? You are home."

"No," you whimper, backing further away, shaking your head emphatically. "You can't keep me here. I'm going home. I have...friends. Family."

Nathan relaxes, folding his arms over the breadth of his chest as a sadistic smile turns up the corners of his mouth.

"I've done it," he chuckles, mostly to himself. "Holy shit, I've actually done it."

"W-what?" You ask him, dreading the answer.

Wetting his lips, he doesn't deny you what you seek. "You care about me, don't you? Maybe even love me?"

Pressing your mouth closed tightly, you remain silent, hoping he will explain.

"Even if you don't, you have to know how I feel about you...right?"

Taking two bold steps toward you, he grips your arm. But before you can scream or try to escape his grasp, he presses down on your wrist as if pushing a button. Sliding his thumb down to your thumb, he moves the digit in a counterclockwise position.

At that moment, your skin...opens. But there's no blood. No cut. It simply lifts away from your body. Nathan pushes the skin upward, like a panel covering circuitry. And it is. There, underneath your skin: metal, gears, wires.

Even though you feel no pain, you moan out a desperate, horrified cry.

"Shh, it's okay," he attempts, but you interrupt him, once more demanding to know what he's done to you.

"When did you do this?" You cry. "What did you do to my arm?"

"Sweetheart, it's not just your arm." He nods up and down your whole body.

You pass out again.

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You come to in Nathan's bed.

Nathan sits in a chair in the corner, hand toying with his beard, simply watching you.

As your bleary eyes blink open, he holds your gaze, dark eyes shifting in what might appear to be concern. But you know better.

Realization hits you like a freight train and you gasp, yanking up your sleeve to check your arm for wires or circuitry. You sit upright in bed, touching yourself all over, trying to figure out...

"What did you do? What happened to my arm?" You demand, scrambling to the other side of the bed and standing up. "Did you make me pass out or something?" Maybe something worse. Maybe he...shut you down.

"Oh god, oh my god," you moan, fighting your apparent reality, the shock of it forcing you to double over, bracing yourself on the bed with both arms extended.

"Sweetheart, it's okay, calm down." Nathan rises and eases toward you slowly, hands held in a supplicating fashion.

You shrink away, horrified.

"It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you." He eases down on the edge of the bed as you collapse there beside him.

"Why?" You wail, burying your face "Why did you do this?"

A wrinkle forms between his eyes as his glasses slide down to the tip of his nose. "You mean, stab Nate? You're worried about him." It's not really a question, "Babydoll, he's being repaired, he's fine."

"What is wrong with you?" You whimper, thrusting your arm toward him. "Show me again. Show me whatever the fuck I am."

Holding your gaze steadily, Nathan slowly reaches for your arm, brushing his fingers along your skin. You flinch at first, horrified by the notion that he'll reveal the machinery that lies beneath.

"It's okay," he says so softly, he almost sounds sweet. "Nothing's wrong with your arm. You're okay. Does it hurt?"

Your face crumples as you jerk your arm away. Swiping at falling tears, you wonder what kind of a mad genius Nathan had to be to create you - to invent a being with such emotions, who could cry and be nauseated at the thought of your own existence. Climbing off the bed, you back toward the door before bolting suddenly toward the kitchen.

Nathan's athletic build and peak conditioning should allow him to catch you in no time, but he doesn't quite make it before you locate a steak knife. Slamming your arm down on the kitchen counter, palm up, you rake the razor sharp metal across your flesh. Crying out in pain, you gasp as your flesh opens, warm, fresh blood flowing all over your arm and pooling on the counter.

"Jesus," Nathan hisses, wrenching the knife from you hand and tossing it into the sink. Gripping your arm, he helps you raise it up in the air with one hand while reaching for the nearest kitchen towel with the other. "What the fuck are you doing?" He wraps the towel around the cut, as tight as you can stand it. Tighter, even, restricting the flow of blood, despite your wail of horror at the searing pain.

Your body shakes with sobs, and you're barely able to stand. As Nathan secures your arm, you collapse against him. He gingerly eases you down to the floor, his back supported by the cupboard, pulling you against his chest, rocking you gently.

"You can go home," he utters in a choked whisper. "You didn't have to...fuck - you didn't have to..."

"Just show it to me," you sniffle after several minutes. "Show me what I am, just show me." Your eyes blink up at him so brokenly, big, heavy tears rolling out of the corners.

Nathan touches his forehead to yours. "Show you what, sweetheart?"

"That I'm a machine," you whimper, twisting his soft white t-shirt in your unwounded hand. "What you showed me before."

Shaking his head, he pulls back. "What the fuck? You're not...why would you say something like that?"

"I fucking hate you," you seethe, attempting, but failing to twist away from him, "Stop fucking lying!" You pound your fist on his chest. "You showed me - there are wires in my arm!"

"No, baby. No." His dark eyes soften, as soulful and serious as you've ever seen them. "You've been asleep for hours. You passed out, so I put you to bed. I took Nate downstairs and started running diagnostics and repairs. I came back to check on you thirty minutes later and you've been asleep ever since," he explains. "You woke up asking what happened to your arm. I think you had a nightmare."

"Another trick," you cry, too overwhelmed to fight him anymore.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he insists. "There's nothing wrong with your arm, except that now there's a huge fucking cut. Which we need to get stitched up."

He gives you a moment to let his words sink in before attempting to gently haul you up to your feet. "Come on. I'll take you downstairs. I'll show you that Nate's okay and we'll clean up your arm and stitch it up."

"No," you whimper, twisting away from him. "If I'm...real, then take me to a hospital. Take me now."

Pressing his lips into a thin line, he stares you down for a full thirty seconds before finally granting you a nod. "Okay. But it'll take some time. I have to call for the chopper and we both need warm clothes." He motions to your arm. "I need to wrap that up tight so you don't fucking bleed out."

You can go downstairs with him and possibly be trapped forever. Or you can depend on him to fly you out of here. Either way, you have to trust him.

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Since this IS a choose your own adventure, after all...

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[ask-bloodmoon-heroagency]

-Something explodes, someone laughs, beanbags land, a hero falls.- Bloodmoon//Pearlesent.exe/system.error

System-restart? [Y/N]

Yes

System-restart…

Unsuccessful…

[Connection_Terminated]

Bloodmoon lays in a dark alleyway, her arms are snapped with wires hanging out, in a similar state are her legs and wings. Occasionally she twitches. Her scythe lays abandoned a few feet away. A large grey wolf stands protectively over her. Something shines in her pocket, a small red light sending off a pinging sound to those deemed alllies and to her associates.

( @askhourglass @ask-hotguy @ask-hermitcraft-hero-agency )

[intersexcat-tboy]

Missing Transgender Man Sam Nordquist, 24, Found Dead, Multiple Suspects In Jail (link) from the Transgender Unity Coalition

"Five people have been charged with second-degree murder following the gruesome killing of 24-year-old Sam Nordquist, a transgender man [of color] from Minnesota. Authorities revealed that Nordquist endured prolonged physical and psychological abuse for months before his body was discarded in a field in Yates County, New York."

Trigger warning for the SA explained more in depth at the end of Republican Eagle (link)

"In my 20-year law enforcement career, this is one of the most horrific crimes I have ever investigated," New York State Police Captain Kelly Swift said.

Yates County district attorney Jim Ritts said "This is by far the worst homicide investigation that our office has ever been a part of."

Sam had "met a woman named Precious online, who convinced him to visit her in New York. Sam left Minnesota on September 28, 2024, with a round-trip plane ticket, planning to return within two weeks. However, he never boarded his return flight and was unreachable for 24 hours".

[canines-crown]

Guys help how do I stop the sudden urge of closing my mighty jaws around someone's throat, my fangs piercing their carotid artery in the process (they made me mad 😔😔😔😔😔)

[zennotixs]

I love my dearest so much. I want to see them bleed out as I drag a knife across their chest!!! It would be so beautiful, their pained noises so pathetic. How adorable… Ah, I love them so. My adorable little thing.

[moonfromearth]

Reblogging my only Valentine's Day post because I still like it lol 🤣

Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day to anyone celebrating!! 🥰💕

~ my funny bloody valentine ~

[technofeudalism]

let's recap what we've learned about the United States in the last few days.

things that are terrorism:

allegedly shooting a healthcare CEO whose company generated more pure profit (not revenue, profit) in a year than the GDP of 94 countries, exclusively by denying coverage to people who pay for it

a 42-year-old mother of 2 using the wrong combination of 7 words during a heated conversation with a call center employee at a health insurance company who was in the process of denying her health coverage.

things that are not terrorism:

mass shooting in a Black church to incite a race war

going to a BLM protest specifically to kill protestors

a neo-nazi running over a crowd of people, killing a woman

targeting and killing 23 latinos in an el paso, texas walmart

killing 12 people in a theatre, shooting 58 others, rigging your apartment with explosives

a QAnon groyper killing 7 and shooting ~50 at a 4th of July parade

killing 3 people and shooting several others at a Planned Parenthood in defense of the unborn

stalking someone relentlessly and then killing them and their child despite months of the victim making police reports

any one of the 1,200 murders committed by US police yearly, the vast majority being minorities

tightening your border while ~100 immigrants (including children) drown every year in the Rio Grande

United Healthcare killing an unnknowable number of elderly people by using faulty AI to deny medically necessary coverage

Aetna killing a woman by refusing to cover her cancer care

Blue Cross killing a 6-year-old by denying her appendicitis surgery

Cigna killing a 17-year-old child by denying her liver transplant

the pharmaceutical industry killing half a million people with opioids in the name of producing revenues in 2023 that rivaled the GDPs of countries like Spain, Mexico, and Australia.

the United States killing 45,000 people a year because they can't access health coverage

make sure you keep this guide handy the next time you find yourself interacting with your insurance company or any other millionaire, billionaire, or an individual who is part of a protected class such as a CEO or president of a corporation.

[rochichan]

Odysseus

[latepivi]

happy au i don't know her