#blood tw.

[pinkfey]

𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐀. ┆ 𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗, 𝗞𝗥𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗡-𝗦𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗘𝗥, 𝗕𝗨𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗘𝗔𝗦.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 ┆ 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫 ┆ 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰 ┆ ♡ 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 "Let me say it plain: I loved someone and I failed at it. Let me say it another way: I like to call myself wound but I will answer to knife."

[kingscyrus]

"In this world, only the ruthless survive. I will crush hope, extinguish light, and rule over the ashes. Fear is my currency, and every soul in this kingdom will pay in full." art by: pandan27

[bodyhorrorsa]

ar we rocking with her for grace (see last post owo)??????

[rpf-bat]

Today, with Halloween approaching, I found myself thinking about Taz The Murder Bunny.

[storiesbreathed]

things were how they were meant to be- so she has been trying to tell herself. ellen had made peace with almost every way that this could go before the sun had even began it's descent in the sky, allowing the moon to rise, though the numerous possibilities she had come up with are long gone. the rush of emotions she had felt before the rising sun has began to fade as orlok had succumb and in their place a numbness had began to fill her, a strange sort of peace, victory, calm, though all of that fell away the moment she heard the door open, then she was struck with the slightest feeling of fear.

out of all the things she should be terrified about, the way she is breathing should not be one of them, and yet, it is the thing the concern that her fading mind clings to the minute she hears the door opening. she sounds just like him- she knows she must. it is hard to breathe, everything feels so... dry from her tongue that cannot form words, to her eyes that she is too scared to blink out of fear of not being able to open them up again. her heartbeat was slowing, though now, it feels like it is beating a little faster once she sees him as a brief rush of life, of emotions fills her.

in a selfish way, there was a part of her had hoped that he would not see her like this, covered in her own blood, bare below the creature, though almost all of that was gone as her head moves to look at him. instead, ellen is full of guilt, peace, hope, love... all of which pound inside of her chest, filling her mind and softening her eyes as she turns to him, lip quivering slightly.

she inhales--- a wheeze. she exhales--- the sound just as shaky. she turns her head, the movement slow, almost painful but she tries, her fingers naturally reaching to him. the last thing she is expecting is him gathering her in his arms, to pull her from the creature lying above her, but she can say or think not on that surprise or her state, for in the moment so distracted by how warm he feels that all other thought is gone other than the want to drown in that warmth.

" t-t-thom- " her voice is raspy, the words almost just a breath, a broken croaked breath, but ellen tries at the same- there's so much she wants to say, after all. apologies. declarations of love. " t-t-t- " another deep inhale, moving her head so she can try and meet his eyes, wanting to convey all that is pounding inside of her, and, more than anything wanting to look at him, to let him be all she can see, the last thing she can see.

𝟺𝟾. thomas holds the ellen in their arms, the monster now dead. | @audaciiae !

[kobikd]

@babydxhl   being   the   first   to   give   me   something   like   this   dynamiC   &   I   AM   SO   IN   LOVE   WITH   THIS   DYNAMIC!!!    but   seriously   though   ,   anya   &   who   else.    GIVE   ME   ALL   OF   THIS   GUYS!!!    i   have   a   might   need   you   don't   even   know.

[kinlochs]

"we've got to get you out of here."

"Anders," Cassian gasps wetly, the sound of blood coating his throat far too prevalent to be anything less than alarming. His vision swims but he knows what he saw—what he sees. The mage rolls over onto the side that does not have an arrow piercing through it. Every breath lances him with new pain, with new struggle to breathe at all.

Haphazardly, while the healer crouches over him, Cassian casts a blinding chain of lightning that knocks a spare few Darkspawn down. They crawled underneath Vigil's Keep like gnats. It stank of offal and putrefaction, only the iron-tinged scent that those monsters wore like an emblem.

He grips onto Ander's arm and begins to pull himself up despite the fresh spurt of blood from his ribs. "Cannot stay here," he wheezes, "Demon—haunted spirit here. In the Deep Roads," Cassian strings together beyond the haze of his anemic mind.

[arcanewonder]

[jjcre8]

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[drekkavacedits]

[solesoldier]

JANE SHEPARD EDITS.  4 / ?

[blindchandelure]

Samy, wtf. 🤢

From his Instagram story. November 10th, 2023.

[saturni-idae]

Down in the dungeon, where hunger resides 🩸

I wanted to make a dungeon meshi fanart for a while, and man, I love Falin, so here we go

I hope you like it :)

[im-xzikill]

[kanosherm]

You were never a part of the happy ending

[sailing-ever-west]

the trolley problem vs. systemic oppression: a comic.