#don't worry she's fine

[imagine-darksiders]

Can you do more tiny pomni and kinger? Like, what if any of the other circus members took notice of pomni while he's still in bug fascination mode

Sure can!

Any torment Caine inflicts is completely accidental. Like any good war criminal.

[end3rm0cha]

they be looking for some treasure ! (nothing wrong here)

[arkiwii]

My favorite thing is to make Fiammetta aim at Mostima on purpose

[peachdoxie]

I miss Princess :(

[ophanimkei]

bunny was cursed by a witch! now she's cake!

[fried-trash]

do not let me write angst rps or get ideas for them. I can and will draw something to go along with it.

[anicastes]

She’s dead.

[daxwritesstories]

College AU Part 43: Knives And Pens

Content warning: violence, implied sexual assault

Scene 1: Knives And Pens

(Scene title by Black Veil Brides)

INT. Band practice room - Afternoon

Cyra, Enzo, Celia, and Jayce are packing up after practice.

CYRA: That was fucking awesome, guys!

ENZO: Yeah. We're pretty damn good, huh?

CYRA: We're so good! We should go pro.

Jayce laughs nervously.

JAYCE: I don't know about that...

The door opens and everyone looks over as Roman walks into the room. Cyra's eyes widen in fear when she sees him but she tries not to react much, not wanting to alert the others.

ROMAN: Hey kids. How's practice?

ENZO: You just missed it.

Roman checks his watch.

ROMAN: Ah shit. It's that late already?

Celia giggles.

CELIA: Cyra's right about you being late all the time.

JAYCE: Yeah. I was starting to think you just didn't give a shit about the play.

ROMAN: Nope, I just can't keep track of time. But anyway, can I talk to you for a bit, Cyra?

CYRA: Um... Yeah, sure.

Cyra and Roman just wait while everyone finishes packing up. Celia, Enzo, and Jayce all head for the door.

JAYCE: Bye, guys.

ENZO: See ya!

CELIA: I'll see you later, Cyra.

Cyra puts on her best fake smile and responds in a bubbly voice.

CYRA: Bye!

Cyra waves at her friends as they leave. As soon as they shut the door, she completely drops the act, looking scared instead. Roman notices.

ROMAN: You know you're in trouble, don't you?

CYRA: I told you I was sorry.

ROMAN: And I told you not to talk to Sophie. Why should I listen to you when you didn't listen to me?

CYRA: I didn't wanna just ignore her! She would have thought I was being rude.

ROMAN: So? It doesn't matter what she thinks of you. I already told you.

CYRA: I know, I know!

ROMAN: I don't think you do. You obviously didn't understand me.

Cyra doesn't respond, just swallows nervously. Roman frowns and tilts his head.

ROMAN: Come here.

Cyra glances between Roman and the door, trying to come up with a plan. She takes a few slow steps toward him, but then sprints toward the door. She makes it to the door but Roman grabs her arm before she can reach the handle. He then grabs her collar and spins her around, slamming her back against the door.

ROMAN: Nice try.

CYRA: Come on! I promise it won't happen again.

ROMAN: I don't believe you.

Roman lets go of Cyra's arm and reaches down to lock the door. Cyra glances to the side in fear.

ROMAN: What's up with you today? You're usually braver than this.

CYRA: Those brass knuckles hurt, okay?

ROMAN: Oh. I didn't bring those.

Cyra seems to relax a little.

CYRA: You didn't?

ROMAN: No.

Roman smiles and reaches into his back pocket.

ROMAN: I brought something even more fun.

Cyra tenses up again. Roman produces a switch-blade and flips it open in front of Cyra's face. Her eyes widen in terror when she sees the weapon.

CYRA: You're insane.

ROMAN: A little bit, yeah.

Roman lightly runs the blade along Cyra's jaw.

ROMAN: Now, if you don't want me to cut you, you better do everything I say until I'm done with you. Do you understand me, Cyra?

Cyra gulps nervously and glances between Roman and the blade a few times.

CYRA: Okay, I get it. But can you put that thing away first?

Roman shakes his head.

ROMAN: Not a chance. Not after you tried to run.

CYRA: I won't run.

Roman frowns and reaches behind Cyra to turn the lights off. He drags Cyra by her collar over to the couch. He throws her to the floor and she just barely catches herself before her face hits the floor.

Cyra sits up as soon as she recovers from the fall. When she looks at Roman again, he's undoing his belt.

ROMAN: Get on your knees.

Cyra looks upset but doesn't argue.

Scene 2: Small Cuts

(Scene title by The Brobecks)

INT. Girl's bathroom - Late afternoon

Cyra runs into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She looks around frantically and spots a hefty garbage can next to the door. She pushes the garbage can in front of the door, using all her strength.

Now barricaded, Cyra goes to the sink and takes her shirt off, revealing her injuries. She has bruises all over her torso and arms, some of them even look like they could be bite marks. But her worst injury is, by far, the word "SLUT" that has been carved into her chest, right under her sports bra.

The cuts are still bleeding, so Cyra grabs a wad of paper towels and wets them in the sink before wiping up the blood.

Once the wound is relatively clean, Cyra plants her fists on the counter and leans on it, staring herself down in the mirror. Her expression is a mixture of anger and determination, but not an ounce of self-loathing.

Cyra inhales sharply and squeezes her fists tightly, trying to calm down and plan her next move. She whips her head around to look at the door, squinting thoughtfully.

Scene 3: Speechless

(Scene title by Lady Gaga)

INT. Boy's dorm - Late afternoon

Cyra walks into the lobby, holding her arm across her stomach. She hurries to the elevator and presses the button. She anxiously bounces on her heels as she waits for it.

When the elevator doors open, Phoenix steps out of it. Cyra sees him first and reflexively takes a step back. Phoenix stops just outside of the doors when he notices her.

PHOENIX: Hi, Cyra.

Cyra looks scared.

CYRA: Hey Phoenix...

PHOENIX: Funny running into you here. Are you going to see Ace?

The elevator doors close.

CYRA: Yeah. If he'll let me in.

Phoenix tilts his head and looks at Cyra's stomach, where she's holding herself. Cyra notices him looking and quickly pulls her arm away.

CYRA: Were you at Axel's dorm?

Phoenix nods.

PHOENIX: Mhm. His roommate came back though, so I decided to leave them be.

Cyra nods slowly, trying to think of something else to say. Phoenix speaks first though. He keeps glancing down at Cyra's stomach.

PHOENIX: Axel said you were talking to him the other day.

CYRA: Oh, yeah. We ran into each other in the hallway and decided to chat for a bit.

PHOENIX: You wanted to thank him, right?

Cyra looks surprised.

CYRA: Huh?

PHOENIX: For getting your key back. That's why you were talking to him.

CYRA: Well... That wasn't the only reason. I just wanted to see how he was doing.

PHOENIX: Ah, well that's good then. You're very nice to him. I appreciate that.

Cyra glances to the side, a sad look in her eyes.

CYRA: He says not many people are nice to him.

PHOENIX: That's true. Most people can't handle how moody he is. But I think he's perfect.

Cyra nods.

CYRA: Yeah. I wish more people could see him that way. He's such a genuine person.

Phoenix raises an eyebrow and smiles.

PHOENIX: I knew there was a reason I liked you so much, Cyra. So kind to my little Axel.

Cyra forces a smile but can't bring herself to look Phoenix in the eye. Phoenix stares at her for a moment before looking at her stomach again.

PHOENIX: Are you hurt? I saw you holding your tummy.

Cyra's eyes widen.

CYRA: Um... I just have a stomach ache.

PHOENIX: You're not very good at lying.

Before Cyra can react, Phoenix grabs the hem of her shirt and lifts it up, revealing the cuts. He doesn't react much to seeing the wounds.

PHOENIX: Wow. You really pissed someone off, huh? Was it Ace?

Phoenix leans in closer to Cyra and smiles.

PHOENIX: I know how he can get when he's mad.

Cyra takes a step back and pulls her shirt down.

CYRA: What happened between you and Ace? Why does he hate you so much?

Phoenix sighs.

PHOENIX: He has an issue with my relationship with Axel, for some reason. I used to think it was jealousy, but Ace lost interest in Axel a long time ago. Now I have no idea what his problem is.

Cyra squints in confusion.

CYRA: Wait... Ace was interested in Axel? I didn't know that.

PHOENIX: Well, it's kinda complicated. They used to hookup a lot, and Ace used to be really into guys who look like Axel. I guess he's more into jocks these days, though.

Cyra thinks for a moment.

CYRA: Well, he still fucks–

Cyra pauses for a moment and glances to the side.

CYRA: –Roman... sometimes. So I guess that makes sense.

Phoenix snickers.

PHOENIX: So it was Roman.

CYRA: What?

PHOENIX: He's the one who cut you, right? You had trouble saying his name.

Cyra's jaw drops in shock and she's left speechless.

PHOENIX: I guess he hasn't changed much. He even has a serious job now, but he still can't control his urges.

Cyra anxiously scratches her arm. Phoenix smiles when she notices how nervous he's making her.

PHOENIX: So what did you do? You know, to piss him off.

Cyra narrows her eyes.

CYRA: Don't worry about it.

PHOENIX: Did you deserve it?

Cyra sighs.

CYRA: I don't think anyone deserves to have bad things happen to them.

Phoenix nods.

PHOENIX: You're right. Bad things happen to good people and good things happen to bad people.

CYRA (mumbling): It's not fair...

PHOENIX: There's no such thing as fairness. Just people who take what they want and people who don't.

Cyra's shoulders slump. She looks upset, but doesn't respond.

PHOENIX: What's wrong?

Phoenix tilts his head.

PHOENIX: Nothing to say?

Cyra just stares down at the floor as she speaks.

CYRA: I have to go.

Cyra walks past Phoenix and presses the elevator button again. Phoenix watches her over his shoulder.

PHOENIX: 'Kay. I'll see you around, Cyra.

Cyra doesn't respond or acknowledge Phoenix. He just leaves without trying to talk to her again.

[conny-in-the-box]

*He's used to this enough that he just steps inside.*

Look what I go-

she lies on the floor, blood EVERYWHERE and what looks like a couple stab wounds and gashes all over her. She weakly looks up at him.

[mimi-landgraab]

The face of a woman who's past has caught up with her.

[quasar-concept]

my mum is properly sick (tummy bug) and like if she gives it to me I'm actually gonna lose my mind!!

[sillystanleystuff]

Just posted two Elizabeth videos 💪

[scribblekingdom]

It's lonely to be a Ladybug

(Pt 2)

[epprbcu-shipping]

YOU DID IT YOU GOT A DATE WITH THE FORMER GENOCIDAL ROBOT

YES I DID!

{Evil laugh}

[deep-dark-fears]

Oh baby! A fear submitted to Deep Dark Fears - thanks!

You can find original art and commission a portrait in my shop!

[noaheadiegamedev]

proper WIP posts coming soon but for now I AM COOKING