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(I jumped at this.) ⚗️
(Bet Lyney never expected the day he’d be abducted by aliens, eh? Not that he knows that... maybe)
“Drink from this, please.” (A soft purple fruit is offered to him with a straw awkwardly poking out. They even placed a napkin on his lap. How kind.)
To say that the young magician was shocked and confused by all that has occurred was a understatement as the boy was offered what he thought was a mere drink was actually something that somehow knocked him out, he woke up with a start and a audible hiss as his cat like eyes greeted a bright light shining down on him.
He tried to move but he couldn't, what the?
Lyney looked around and was horrified to find that he was strapped down to a table of sorts, wait, was this...no! This can't be happening!
His eyes began to dart around, his heart beat increased as he felt his chest becoming tight.
He struggles to call out, panic settling in his voice.

"Hey! What is going on?! L-Let me go! Answer me!"
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The voices came in like the ebb and flow of the changing tide,
It hurts. It hurts, make it stop. Why does it hurt?
Where am I? Please let me out.
It's so cold and dark.
Those were the clearest ones amongst the tempest of pitiful cries. Most were inaudible, voiceless screams and wails, screeches and howls. The final echoes from those whose lives had been sacrificed, forced into a place lingering between life and death.
Breathing heavily he closed his eyes tight trying to focus, while in anticipation of the potential disorientation he'd experienced in the past.
Lies, lies. A trick.
They took my child
'I'm sorry. I know I'm sorry'

He finds himself apologizing to the cacophony of cries, wanting nothing more then to ease the pain. It hurt so much, more so then the voices were the overwhelming feelings carried.
Their pain. Their sorrows. Their fears.
I'm scared. Let me out, I wanna go
'Shsh, Please quiet. I know, I know.'
Hands rest either side of his head, all the while trying to comfort and quiet the restless voices. Frantically calling out over each other desperate to have their voices heard.
Make it stop.
#drabble#; main verse#Chimera in Wonderland (ffu)#[relevant to all Chimera verses heh]#a little bit of everything (timaeus)#experiment tw#death mention
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nex benedict, a 16 year old indigenous nonbinary student in oklahoma, was beaten to death by three of their female classmates in the same district libs of tiktok has been targeting. not only is this heartbreaking for us to hear about, but i can’t even begin to imagine what this must be like for the family.
too many trans children have died and too few people are talking about this
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Fat people deserve mobility aids, too. No matter if it's connected to their fatness or not, because having a mobility issue that is connected to one's fatness won't change that they're still fat and still have the issue at hand. Fat people don't deserve to "tough it out" because fatness should be this divine punishment doled out to those who "deserve" it. Fat disabled people deserve to have the peace of mind that they can exist in whatever way is most comfortable and accessible to them
#disability#ableism#ableism tw#fatphobia#fatphobia tw#also if it's an issue solved by weight loss why would you want them to suffer until the weight loss helps wouldn't that DISCOURAGE them?#because if i were suffering the entire time i sure as fuck wouldn't want to keep going for the ~idea~ of it's gonna pay off!!!#also even if they 'made themself disabled' by being fat or anything else that doesn't matter. they're still disabled.#there is no 'good' disabled and 'bad' disabled and you cannot sort people into those categories#for every 'bad' fat disabled person there are multiple 'good' fat disabled people but you can't tell them apart often actually!#because you would have to know the intimate details of their medical history and familial lineage and tbh if you're...#...being a piece of shit to a disabled person because you assume they're guilty until proven innocent i don't blame others for being...#...weary of you and not wanting to be around you. because you've already proven you can't handle the IDEA of complex disabled experience
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Space experimented child soldier capitalism miraculous ladybug AU. What's next
#my art#mlb#miraculous ladybug#space au#chat noir#ladybug#tw child abuse#adrien agreste#marinette dupain cheng#ladynoir#mostly#sorry if marinette look incosistent i gave up.#Tfw your legally kidnapped by the governtment to get experimented on🤦
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It is estimated those with ADHD receive 20,000 corrective or negative messages by age 10









Neurodivergent_lou
#autism#actually autistic#adhd#adhd post#rejective sensitive dysphoria#rsd#tw bullying#mental health#tw cyber bullying#neurodivergence#neurodiversity#actually neurodivergent#NTs can experience this too (at least I think so)#feel free to share/reblog#Neurodivergent_lou (Facebook)
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Yeah, I know "not all aro/aces" and all, but please don't use "not all aro/aces" as an excuse to not explore anything exclusively aro/ace ever. Otherwise any trace of aro/aceness might end up effectively lost to fandom osmosis.
To sum up... If you wouldn't be homophobic that way, please don't be aphobic that way.
#no one can know i don't like sex#aspec#asexual#aromantic#tw aphobia#aspec erasure#my art#nonburger#am i gonna get bazooka'd for this#i think i'm making a good point others also have made before but i'm bracing to get bazooka'd for this#because... experience#anyway here goes nothing
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If you only treat antisemitism like a real issue when your political opponents do it I think you're an ignorant hypocrite with a small heart and an empty void where your integrity should be.
#if you only pretend to care about jews when it gives you an excuse to call your opponents Nazis- you are dehumanizing jews and using them#hmm I wonder who else dehumaized jews and used them as political pawns#jumblr#jewblr#jewish#being jewish#the jewish experience#jewish rage#jews#jews of tumblr#antisemitism#tw antisemitism#antisemites#jew hatred
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never love an anchor - the crane wives
closeups under the cut


#did you know they make me sad#did you know that have i mentioned that before#anyway i’m experimenting with colors a bit Idk#tma#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#jmart#jonmartin#mag 200#tw blood#tw knife#jaspers art
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Don't worry, Sixer! You are in good 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼.
alt ver.
#Gravity Falls#gravity falls fanart#billford#Stanford Pines#Bill Cipher#I wanted to experiment more with a different take on my art style#and yes I used the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 font#tw scopophobia#scopophobia
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There's so much wrong with "everyone is a little bit autistic"
Yes, allistic people might know a lot of facts about the things they like. Yes, allistic people might get a bit overwhelmed or underwhelmed sometimes. Yes, allistic people might not get an expression sometimes, mostly if it's the first time they hear it.
That doesn't make them autistic.
Those traits only make someone autistic when they become disabling. Because, big shock, autism is a disability. Yeah, even if someone is low support needs, because that doesn't mean they don't need any support at all.
Saying "everyone is a little bit autistic" is like saying "everyone struggles with this, so suck it up, you have no right to need help". Which is just pure ableist bullshit. It denies the fact that autistic people have higher support needs than NTs, no matter where in the autistic spectrum they are. We're not "neurospicy", we're disabled, and denying this fact is denying us the right to get the help we need, we deserve, to have a good life.
(yes, this rant is just because I made the awful decision of listening to "neurospicy (interlude)" by Jax. honestly I'd rather be called a slur than listen to that shit again.)
#for this disability pride month burn an ableist person's house#that's what makes you a true disability ally trust#btw with nts i mean mostly abled nts but i didnt know how to word it ;w;#and before anyone says anything im just fine with people calling themselves neurospicy#what i have a problem with is when NTs use it as a way to invalidate neurodivergent people's struggles#or to infantilise nds#or both#autism#actually autistic#neurodivergent#neurodiversity#neurodiverse stuff#autistic#neurodivergency#autistic experiences#autistic things#actually autism#ableism#ableist language cw#tw ableist language#tw ableism#neurospicy (interlude)#disabled pride month#disability pride month#wrath month#(<-just tagging that bc it's accurate since im currently pretty pissed off)
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have some sympathy, Davrin, a tragedy has occurred 😔
HOWEVER, I think they would be repressing so much stress during veilguard that stepping on a snail in that moment would become kind of the last straw. not talking from personal experience at all
yayy oc rambling
anyway, i think Zea normally wouldn't like. cry about accidentally killing a little creature like a snail. Like, they would be sad, but you know, cest la vie, the mere fact of existing brings with it many small accidental deaths that we just have to come to terms with, if we notice them at all.
#kunst huli#zea dao oc#dragon age#davrin dragon age#datv davrin#neve gallus#datv#dragon age veilguard#dragon age: the veilguard#rook datv#rook thorne#blood tw#just in casies#im lying i AM talking from personal experience.#but in my case it was two snails n i ended up crying in front of my furniture restoration teacher 🧍♂️#ANYWAYS#i love like. thinking about what a....unique moral compass zea would develop bcs of their inherent kindness but also proximity to noel#while growing up#and lora frankly. i dont think she would be that much different from noel in her approach dflkgjfd#stabbing someone to death? 🤷♂️ kill or be killed baby#accidentally killing a bug? theyre going to be tormented by that for the rest of the week#there is much more i could say abt the whole thing. but its is 2 am and so i shan't
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brian piece based on how getting my braces off felt when i was 14
(close up + unedited ver. below)

#marble hornets#slenderverse#creepypasta#brian thomas#brian mh#tw blood#fanart#artists on tumblr#getting my braces off was genuinely one of the worst experiences of my life. shoutout to 14 year old me for not passing out#also this is supposed to be how the sink at brian’s house got Like That#also shoutout to my brother who is also named brian for posing for me. love you buddy
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Doodle dump because I have too many thoughts about them </3





Stupid shenanigans during their college era referencing this. Harold used to have a stupid moustache and goatee in that “I just started growing facial hair and idk what to do with it” kind of style.
Giving Melvin friends but also making him the shortest and the angriest out of the gang. He is friends with George and Harold and he hates it so much, he is entrenched in denial about it. His only two besties are each fathers of two and very much married, OF COURSE he's going to be mom/dad-friended to death.
They are judging you.
#I LOVE making them friends as adults but also collectively super dumb.#It doesn’t matter how smart you are- when you’re around your friends your average common sense levels just drop drastically - it’s a law.#I’M ALSO including the kids / younger versions in their shenanigans because fuck canon and fuck time space continuum.#I need them to have anachronistic stupid interactions NOW.#I like to think that George and Harold to be pretty good with their younger counterparts because they have experience with kids.#Meanwhile Melvin and HIS younger self are bickering and arguing every five second like two siblings with a big age gap and#absolutely HATE each other. Like an 18 year old moody brother with their 6 year old abnoxious little brother.#But if you really really REALLY squint you can kinnnd of see some sort of care between the two? In some sort of weird fucked up Melvin way?#It basically just consists of Melvin yelling and mini-him and dragging him out of school at 9pm like: WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL HERE#STUDYING YOU DUMB LITTLE SHIT- SCHOOL'S BEEN DONE AN HOUR AGO. GO SLEEP- YOU'RE GOING TO GET FUCKING BURNOUT#Anyways#my art#captain underpants#tetocu#the epic tales of captain underpants#george beard#harold hutchins#melvin sneedly#tw scopophobia#I'm so tired
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Can you write something where the reader is badly injured in some way and jason rushes her to the manor for help and everybody is confused on who she is bc they didnt even know he was in a relationship (despite them being together for awhile) but they see how soft and cute he is with her. (I’ve never made a request so sorry if it got kinda rambley)
anon you’ve got me TEEMING with ideas I LOVE the trope of nobody knowing jason has a girlfriend and they find out but it is NOT by Jason’s choice nor reader’s.
Also omg? Your first ask is to lil ol me?? That means this is a special occassion. And you’re doing great I’ve def sent worse asks.
Out of the Bag

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader || Hurt and Comfort.
Word Count: 1,862
Warnings: Injuries, swearing, near death experience, blood, knife mention, stabbing, canon-typical violence, use of pet names (princess, baby), drug (pain med) use
You were sat in an alleyway, vision going in and out.
“Tell me something, princess. Anything.” Jason’s voice rang out in your ear.
That’s right. In your right hand, you held your phone, to your ear. Your other hand was pressing the fabric of your coat to the side of your stomach. The blood had soaked through, becoming sticking on your palm and fingers.
You should’ve listened to Jason. You shouldn’t have walked home alone, at night. Luckily your phone had been in your pocket and not your purse, which had been stolen from you by the same guy who decided to stab you.
“Princess,” he sounded panicked.
Right. “Wish I had kicked him harder.”
You heard a sigh of relief leave him, “That’s my girl.”
The phone slipped from your grip a little as your head swam. The sight of blood coming from your own abdomen made no help in quelling your nausea.
You fixed the phone. You had called Jason the second the guy ran off, leaving you to bleed out. He was driving, you think. Tracking your phone to try and get to you. “How far?”
He said something you didn’t hear. Your vision was swimming, your side was aching, and you couldn’t help but keep this funny understanding out of your mind that you were dying.
That this is something Jason had come back to your apartment with a few times, claiming it was nothing. It was something.
You heard him call your name, “What’s around you?”
“I’m tired,” you mumbled.
It seemed to happen in a blink of an eye. Jason was trying to tell you to stay awake, to look at the alley around you. To look out towards the street and tell him what you saw. Then he was there, standing in front of you, his helmet hiding his face.
“I’m here. I’m here, baby.” He cupped your face, tapping your cheek to get you to open up your eyes. He crouched down, pulling your hand from your side to assess the damage.
You smiled lazily and leaned forward, resting your forehead against his shoulder.
Jason muttered a slew of swears as he pressed something soft yet hard against your agonizing wound. You let out a yelp before Jason was picking you up, placing you on his bike.
He’s talking fast, “Fuck. Okay, listen to me. We’re going to go somewhere new, okay? There’s nowhere around here except there for me to get you safe.”
You passed out nearly as soon as he started the bike.
Jason’s freaking. He had tried to keep you safe from anything like this. From everything less than this. And here you were, bleeding out in his arms as he carried you through the batcave. He beelined for the cots and the medical supplies off to the side. He knows his motorcycle couldn’t have been the smoothest of rides for someone in your condition, but it’s all he had in such a short time span.
He’ll apologize when you wake up.
When. He repeats. When she wakes up and when we can get the hell out of this place again and when I can remind her I love her.
No one was back from patrol yet. He set you down on the cot before tearing off his helmet. He tossed it aside, pulling out a med bag and ripping it open. He pushed up your shirt, examining your side and where he had placed the military-grade gauze pad. He curses at the amount of blood.
His hands are shaking. Jason’s hands don’t shake, but you’ve proven to him a lot of things you could make him do that he hadn’t known he was capable of in the last year and (almost) a half of your relationship.
Jason nearly drops the suture thread before another hand is reaching out from just behind him. It catches the thread and Jason looks back over his shoulder. Alfred’s there, moving up to you.
“Allow me. You keep checking her vitals.”
Jason hadn’t even heard him come up. He’s nodding, stepping back to let Alfred take over the stitching. He moves to the other side of the bed.
That’s when he catches sight of the dark figure moving closer from behind Alfred. Jason immediately fixes him with a deadly glare, pointing at Bruce, “Do not come closer!”
Bruce stills. He’s in his bat suit, his cowl hanging behind his head, exposing his face. He looks down to your body, “Who is she?”
Jason doesn’t want him here. Rather, he doesn’t want to be here. You should’ve been home by now. Getting ready for bed and sending him a goodnight text. He turns his gaze back to you.
There’s some hair across your face that he hadn’t noticed. He moves it out of your way without a second thought, “My girlfriend.”
“Finally feel some remorse for sending someone to their grave, Todd?” Damian’s voice spoke up, walking up and stopping beside Bruce, “He’s probably trying to just reverse what he did.”
Jason ignores him. He wants to yell, scream, and maybe shoot the little bastard, but he was right. In a way, this was his fault. He didn’t look after you. He should’ve offered you a ride. Called you a taxi. An uber. Anything.
Jason grips your hand into his. It’s a way to count your heartbeat, and another way to ground himself. To reassure that you’ll be okay. His other hand stays on your cheek. His thumb gently moves back and forth, stroking your skin.
He barely registers Bruce telling Damian to go wash up. When the brat is gone, Bruce speaks up again, “What happened?”
Jason doesn’t take his eyes off of you, “She was walking home from her friend’s. A mugger got her purse, she fought back. He stabbed her.” Jason takes a deep breath, “She still had her phone. She called me. I brought her here because it was closest.”
A beat of silence. Still stitching you up, Alfred speaks, “How come we’ve never been introduced?”
Jason shakes his head, “I didn’t want her near any of this. She’s bad off enough sticking with me.”
Once you stabilize, Jason brings you up to his room in the manor. He walks past Dick, Tim, Duke, Cass, and Steph without looking at them. They sit around the batcomputer, watching Jason gently carry you out ot the cave.
He changes you out of your dirty clothes once he makes a run back to your apartment to grab you some of your own spare clothes.
Asides from that, he doesn’t leave your side.
He lets you have the bed to yourself. He pulls up a chair beside it, waiting for you to wake up. He didn’t want you to be alone when you did, in a strange place after a traumatic event. It was a recipe for disaster.
The sun’s been up for a long while and Jason hasn’t budged. He sits there, your hand gripped in both of his, held up and pressed against his mouth. His lips brush over your knuckles whenever he speaks up. Uttering a “I’m sorry.” every now and then.
There’s a light knock at the door before it’s cracking open. Jason turns his head to find Dick poking his head in. Jason glares at him.
Dick steps further in, presenting the tray he was holding. There were two glasses of water, some solid foods, and lighter ones, probably for you. Jason looked back down at you, letting his older brother enter.
“Just… figured since you’ve been cooped up in here all day,” Dick begins, setting the tray down on the beside table beside Jason.
Dick moves back around. He stands at the end of the bed, leaning against the tall bed post that was meant to hold up a canopy. “I heard…” he trails off, before nodding and your body in the bed, still unconscious, “Who is she?”
Jason looks up at his brother, not letting go of your hand, “So you haven’t heard.”
Dick rolls his eyes, “You know what I mean.”
Jason raises his brows a little. He looks back down at you. His hand reaches out to brush along your forehead, moving away imaginary stray hairs, “My girl.”
Dick nods in understanding, “How long you two been together.”
Jason pauses in thought, “Over a year. Our anniversary was in December.”
A small, choked sound comes from outside the door, in the hallway. “A year?”
Jason looks up at Dick, who makes a face that shows he’s knows he’s been caught.
“Are they seriously listening right now?”
Steph poked her head in first, an apologetic smile on her face, “We wanted to know!”
Duke pokes his head in next, just above Steph’s, “And we wanted to meet her.”
Tim’s head in next, above Duke’s, “You can’t carry a random bleeding woman into the cave and expect the family of detectives to not be curious.”
Cass’ head appears below Steph’s. She nods in agreement.
Jason let’s one hand go of yours to wave his hand through the air, “What the fuck? She’s not even awake!”
“Well that’s why we sent Dick as bait.”
“For the record,” Dick held up a finger, “They built off of my original, innocent idea of bringing you snacks.”
“Jesus Christ,” Jason stands up, taking a few steps forward. He points them all back towards the door as they start to filter into the room, “Get—“
“What’s going on…?”
Jason’s whole body whipped back around at the sound of your groggy, rough voice. The others watch as he’s back at your side in a millisecond, his whole demeanour changed. “Hey, you’re okay. Everything’s okay. Remember how I said we were going somewhere new? You thirsty, baby? Here, I got you some water.”
“Oh, you certainly did not get the water,” Dick piped up.
Jason glared back over his shoulder as he held the glass of water for you, keeping the straw Dick had added placed in your mouth.
You stopped drinking, your eyes now on the other people in the room. You turned your head, propped up against pillows Jason had put there for you. You weakly raised your left hand to wave, “Hi… oh?” your gaze turned down to your hand. A heart monitor clip sitting on your finger grabbed your attention. You gave a confused pout at it, “I feel funny.”
Jason set the water aside again. His glare was gone. He leaned in, kissing your forehead, “You’re hopped up on pain meds. That’s why, princess.”
“Damn,” Steph spoke up, “I wish I got the literal princess treatment.”
Jason turned back around, pointing out the door, “Get. Out. Leave my girlfriend alone until she’s better.”
You looked at the strangers, pointing at Jason with your left hand, “I’m his girlfriend.” Your head tilted back against the pillows as you stared up at Jason, pursing your lips, "I’m tired.”
“I know,” Jason said softly. The others began to filter out of the room as he leaned down and gave you a soft kiss, this time on the lips.
From the exit, a collective, “Awwww,” sounded out.
“Out!”
Your drugged up voice came after his, once they were all back in the hall, “Nice to meet you!”
#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x fem!reader#jason todd fic#red hood#red hood x fem!reader#red hood x you#red hood x y/n#jason todd x you#ask missy#cw injury#cw blood#cw knife mention#cw knife#tw knife mention#cw near death experience#tw near death experience#dc fic#dc#red hood x reader#dc x reader#missy writes
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The electric wonder duo and lightning boogaloo go skating in Castelia City! Meanwhile, Ingo and Litwick add flavor text from the safety of the sidelines.
(I think the gang take photos, little snapshots of memory that they look back on fondly.)

Masterpost for more clown shenanigans!
#elesa discovers her love for bright neon lights#tw eyestrain#blitzle DIES.#anyways the twins later have to dip because the bright lights become Too Much#the sunglasses let them enjoy it for a while though! (elesa turned off her hearing aids thirty minutes in cause the rink got LOUD haha)#but its a fun experience! scrapes aside.#art#pokemon#sketchbook#myart#submas#fanart#submas comic#kid submas#nimbasa trio#ingo#emmet#elesa#pokemon ingo#pokemon elesa#pokemon emmet#tynamo#blitzle#litwick#snapshots of memories#cherish them#good thing they’re documenting this! be a shame if somebody forgot all of it
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