#broken tile

[reality-detective]

What can be done if a tile is broken 🤔

[paper-lilypie]

she was a poem, but I was jared, 19,

[sleepy-stitches]

this kitchen fucking sucks. i have actual grievances but most fucking importantly the cabinets are in just the right position that i cant sit on the counter anywhere

[writersmorgue]

Febuwhump Day 14 - Blood-stained Tiles

TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: 363

short one because I need to catch up on stuff hehe. can u figure out which horror movie I borrowed this from teehee

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Uraraka’s screams echo off the walls as blood splatters on the tile

“Please- please PLEASE SHINSOU!! STOP IT!” She begs, hands pulled to her side as she tries desperately to pull herself free with her upper body. Her wrists are bleeding with the effort, and her socked feet are slipping uselessly on the floor, unable to gain traction. 

It’s too late to stop and they both know it. 

Hitoshi grunts, snapping the last of his wrist bone to finish off his hand—the knife clatters to the ground, covered in blood. 

His cuff acts as a good tourniquet, the puffy, irritated skin pushing up against the metal, making his wrist look almost comically prop-like. 

Pushing his foot out from beneath him, he leans back and thumps his head on the wall. 

Fuck. 

The disembodied voice of their captor echoes through the shitty bathroom, praising him for his effort, and going on some rant about true heroes and sacrifice. 

One of Uraraka’s hands for one of his? Like it had ever been a question. His quirk hardly relies on his arms to activate. She would have been forced to quit the hero course. 

“Hitoshi, I can’t believe-”

“Shut up, Uraraka. It’s fine.” He huffs, pinching his elbow to try and divert some of his body’s attention. 

He feels a small crunch and sticky, hot blood attaches to his fingers. 

Looking over to his discarded hand, he watches it turn pale purple. A wave of nausea surges in his stomach. 

It’s just like that movie with the guy in the rocks, you did what you had to do. Don’t be a wimp about it. 

His eyes sting and he tucks his head to his chest. 

“I- I’m so sorry.” Uraraka whimpers, still trying to reach him. 

He knows he probably fucked her up. After their captor gave him the ultimatum, he barely gave her time to breathe before he sprung into action. 

“Don’t apologize to me. Just kick that guy’s ass when we get out of here for me, ‘kay?” He smiles weakly. 

She nods, full of resolve. 

The lights in the bathroom flicker, and the locked door creaks open. 

Don’t let me down, Uraraka. 

[misterlemonztenth]

06-09-24 | harmlessarrows. misterlemonztenth.tumblr.com/archive

[krakrava]

[hellofanidea]

suuuurreeee gotchu~~ midnight, mistake, and pain for lucas samsa?

Midnight - Given how much he works he should sleep like a log, YET. He's always got something on his mind. The hospital. Teddy. His parents. His siblings. Arthur. Mags. Amy. The latest medical journals. Money. Mostly he just ruminates in bed next to Teddy, and lets himself be held if his husband wakes up and notices.

Mistake - Lucas isn't allowed to make mistakes. Not personally, not professionally. There's too much to risk, too much balanced on his shoulders. Mistakes mean death, or prison, or poverty. (When he was in France, he performed surgery on a boy that looked too much like Eli. He doesn't know how many hours into his shift he was. His vision blurred, his hand shook. The boy died. Lucas hasn't quite been able to look his brother in the eye since.)

Pain - Lucas' pain tolerance is pretty high, since he tends to just barrel on through whatever he's feeling. There's something about the idea that doctors make the worst patients that rings very true about Lucas. He broke his nose in a fight once, though, and the sharp, blinding, pain of the break itself, then the awful, stinging, pulsing afterwards is definitely up there in physical pain he's felt.

[ayyponine]

Sorry thinking abt trauma and hauntings and building a new life while accommodating the cracks rather than attempting to move on from the past entirely. Again

[orbdotexe]

Something I adore when it happens is someone finding someo NPC without anything really standing out... and then writing a fic about it/ deciding "oh just a littol guy". It gives me so much life

[magnoliidae]

finally loaded back into this build ... exceeept i kinda hate it and want to scrap 90% of it 😅 why am i like this

[sarcasticamaleont]

Isn't it just great when that little nasty mean voice in your brain decid to whisper how much you actually don't fit in your friends group and that nobody would ever miss you if you just disappeared and you should just stop trying to be liked because all your weird cuts are just a bit too off to fit in the beautiful mosaic in front of you?

[sqvudgeboy]

whew that was a ton of work but this was a fun project!

[jedi-bird]

Tried to do some yard work since the weather is cool this morning but someone in our neighborhood has some type of equipment running that's giving off a very obnoxious high pitched whine. I did manage to get a bit done before giving up and also pulled up more "interesting" trash left behind by the construction people from 8 years ago.

Foam padding from the floor installation. Rusty reciprocating saw blade. Weird knife that no one here can identify. Also found more cut and broken tiles that don't match anything in this house from before or after the last renovation; I plan to reuse those either in the yard or for eventual art projects so I'm less upset about those.

[unorganisedalienrubbish]

Maybe I won’t hit 21

[whisperofthewaves]

people finishing apratments to sell have no taste whatsoever. the amount of ugly ass flat pictures I’ve seen today is highly depressing.

[pastelcheckereddreams]

Some days I really hate my brain. I miss the most obvious things and do things in roundabout ways that seem ridiculous to anyone else because there's many simpler solutions/more logical conclusions that people reach that I just can't see until they're pointed out to me. Rendering all my effort a complete waste of time. You don't know what you don't know and all that, but when everyone else knows these things easily, I can't help but feel foolish, incompetent and straight up dumb.