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anna-scribbles · 11 months ago
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chapter 12 of @buggachat’s open my eyes has (to no one’s surprise) been wrecking me👍 read it!!
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girlintodust · 4 months ago
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r0seb100d · 4 months ago
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Pretty horror 🕯️ +
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tinyfantasminha · 3 months ago
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OH NAWWWW IJUST SAW JAMILS CARD EVEYRONEE WAS RIGHT THAT IT WAS GONNA BE PAJAMAS THIS IS SO SICKK AND TWISTED AND IN JUST ONE MONTH IM GONNA SEE JACK LOOKING ALL COZY??????? HIS TAIL SPRAWLED AND HIS HAIR DISHEVELED SHOWING OFF HIS FOREHEAD PLEASE P´LEASE PLEASE WHAT IF HES WEARING A TANK TOP INSTEAD OF A SWEATSHIRT THIS IS CRAZYI NEED HIM
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scrunkly-scribe · 8 months ago
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Fuck me this took 14 fucking hours and I blame the feathers.
Rot girl summer has come early.
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machineragirl · 18 days ago
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I'm the kind of girl you bury in your backyard
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1c3-c0ld-r3x1c · 5 months ago
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Breakfast :
Laxatives wl suppliment Green tea Some fiber drink that tastes like my puke
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crow-aeris · 5 months ago
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More of TBUBF :3
(ft. cuddle pollen and Tim angst)
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Tim hisses, his body wracking with shivers and trembles as he coughs. Chalky, dry, yellow pollen coated his entire face and the front of his body. Gods, he was cold- he was so fucking cold.
"Wraith," someone calls through the comline, their voice wavering, "Rreport."
"...Cold," he whines lowly, his feathers dragging uncomfortably against the grass as the abnormally large plant loomed over him, "It's so- s-so..."
"He's in Robinson Park," Duke's voice filters through the line, and Tim couldn't help the pathetic calling chirp that escapes his lips, "Anubis, you're closest."
"I'll cover your route, Annie," Steph's distinct voice flits through Tim's ears, "go bring the birdie home. Robin should be with Seraph."
"I'm on the way," Bruce grunts,
He curls into a tight ball, a desperate whine peeling from his lips as he tried to rub warmth into his skin. Why was he so cold? It was so. Cold.
Where was Kon? Kon would help, he was warm. He was always warm... But wasn't he up north with Clark?
"Wraith," a steady voice calls to him, both in and outside of his ears, "Can you stand?'"
Tim tries, but exhaustion pulls unforgivingly at his limbs.
"...Very well. Seraph, alert Agent A and have him prepare the showers. Wraith is covered in Pollen C901134."
"Just say cuddle pollen, jesus!"
Tim hisses with irritation as Damian helped him to his feet, shame burning in his chest. He was so pathetic and feeble. What would his mother say if she saw what he's become?
"I will not call it by such an improper name!" a familiar voice huffs, hooking his hands under Tim's armpits, "Seraph, link the cave."
"You mean, the Batcave?" Steph giggles, and Tim peels his eyes open to blink blearily into Damian's eyes.
He flinches at the sight of emerald before falling dangerously quiet and still.
"Wraith?"
He flinches, a fearful croon building in his throat as he tilts to the side and purposefully exposes his throat and a low whimper.
Wings flare out to blot out what little light there was. There was a sharp prick against his side, a chilling feeling spreading throughout his body, but not only did the warmth not work, it only seemed to exasperated the chilling, biting cold.
A strangled wail filled the air, and it took a few seconds for Tim to realize that, oh, the wailing was coming from him.
"What happened?!" a distant voice, distorted by the fog in his mind, shouted in worry.
"Report," growled a low, thundering voice followed by the flash charcoal-gray.
"Wraith is incapacitated," Damian bites out, "Cuddle Pollen. It appears to be a new strain, seeing as the general antidote not only hasn't taken effect, but has worsen Wraith's state. He is delirious."
Tim whined, feeling like he was once again a small child, seeking comfort under red-white wings that were always out of his reach.
"He'll be okay, Robin. Shadow, assist Anubis in bringing Wraith back to the cave, understood?"
"Got it."
The world spun by in a nonsensical haze, and it took everything Tim had in himself not to keel over and curl into ball.
He hears voices distantly curl around him, but he was unable to focus on anything other than fleeting names. Then, he was set down on a cold surface, and the warm hands left his side.
Suddenly, the chill returned with a vicious craze, tearing and clawing at his flesh like an untamed beast.
He yelps, whining as a wet object was rubbed across his maskless face, and the overwhelming cold began to recede ever so slightly.
"Is he okay?!"
"Calm yourself, Jason. Timothy will be fine, he is hardier than most."
"I mean yeah, it's not always that someone dies and gets better."
"Mast Jason, I requested you not make these sorts of jokes, especially when the subject of is currently indisposed."
"...Sorry, alfie."
Tim takes in a shaky breath, his eyes blinking blearily open as he clumsily surges toward the closest person with panicked and confused chirps falling from his lips.
"Timothy! Everything will be-"
"Dam-" Tim chokes burying his face in the crook of his brother's neck, relaxing at the reassuring and comforting flood of warmth that soaked his skin, "Damian."
"...I am here."
"D-Don't leave," Tim whines, unsheathing his claws and sinking them into the back of his brother's shirt, "please... please don't leave... I- I don't want to be alone."
"I won't leave you. I promise." "P-promise?"
"Yes, I promise."
And with a shaky nod, Tim feels himself fall boneless against his brother, wings drooping in relief, and he falls victim to sleep.
When he wakes up the next morning, he and Damian would both deny the happenings of the prior night as something that occurred under the pollen's influence.
(Though while Tim forces himself to think his words were true- and Damian believing it as such- all the other Bats know better.)
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toxiccwaist · 6 months ago
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What’s the most you’ve lost in 2 weeks?
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makenna-made-this · 1 year ago
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*narrator voice* More like Brooder's Gate 3, amirite???
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bed-rotting-with-4na · 5 months ago
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Is it weird that I'm a bed rotting, girl blogging, ana boy but I have a bf?
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melancholygirl111 · 1 month ago
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girlintodust · 3 months ago
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smile-files · 3 months ago
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baby, you are rotten but you're fine
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effrayantis · 2 months ago
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large-band-112 · 7 months ago
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ermmm im gonna put this under a cut maybe
we love drawing scary stuff on occasion :3
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@dustyfandomtrashbin gave me an evil idea
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